The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Jul 14, 2024 2:29:38 GMT -5
Augustus was going to owe Tybalt big time.
The commander had essentially written Honora off as both a traitor, and a lost cause. He hadn't forgiven her for any of her trespasses, least of which was the humiliation which had come along with being rendered docile during the first half of the Eldouir invasion. Still, Augustus thought it might be wise to try and speak with her, as if she might somehow be convinced to change her allegiances. Tybalt had little hope of that, and had to wonder just why it was that the prince was sending him on such a mission, rather than taking the risk himself...
If it was treason to mutter a few curses under his breath against a certain Rainecourt, then Tybalt could have been locked up.
The stillness of the palace did bring some advantages. One of the few, was that the commander's sensitive ears thrived in the environment. There was no longer the same hustle, and bustle which drowned everything else out. If he closed his eyes, and blocked out other stimuli, then he could focus on nothing but footsteps. There were no other women in the palace asides from the Eldouir, and their ally. Which meant that those which he was carefully following right now were either those of Honora Allemeade , or of Avalon Eldouir.
Please don't let it be Avalon...
Last Edit: Jul 14, 2024 2:29:56 GMT -5 by Tybalt Zane
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
There was in fact one other female in the palace that was not on the red headed team. Florina, per the prince’s request was dwelling in the palace, the only safeguard they had for Honora…not that she could do anything but warn people that she was using her gift. If Honora allowed her to say anything. The countess was finding herself wishing more and more that she could nullify magic instead of just detecting it. Alas, simply wishing for something didn’t make it so.
Florina walked beside Tybalt and focused on any magic that was flowing around them. She could, of course, feel Tybalt’s magic beside her, and twinges and tingles of the magic of the Eldouir “guests.” Unlike Tybalt, she could not hear the mysterious footsteps ahed of them, but if any magic was being used, the countess would be able to feel it.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Aug 13, 2024 11:11:59 GMT -5
Tybalt wasn't happy that Florina had been forced to accompany him. The commander didn't have anything against her. On the contrary, he'd been forced to trust her with his greatest secret - well, one of them. To him though, it seemed that they were taking chances where they didn't need to be taken. There was nothing that the commander could do to stop Honora if she chose to use her powers. As he understood things, the gifted with him would only be able to warn him if there was a threat. Either way, they wouldn't be able to do much.
The commander was grumpy, and frustrated with the whole situation. He didn't like any of this. His eyes fell upon the young woman who walked by her side. "If something happens, you are to run. I will buy you as much time as I can." It was about all that he could offer.
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2024 11:12:09 GMT -5 by Tybalt Zane
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 13, 2024 13:33:07 GMT -5
Honora moved through the halls like a ghost. Her steps were even and her gaze distant, though distance did not mean distraction. She was painfully aware of what went on within the walls of the palace. Her gift dragged every consciousness to her, like a black hole dragging in every thought, feeling, and memory with its gravitational pull. She would sense Florina as she was sensed by her, the two of them following her path. Though she recognized Tybalt, Honora did not recognize his companion. She started to tug at the edges of each of their minds—so subtle that Tybalt would miss it, but not Florina, who would recognize the exercise in magic. From Tybalt, she would notice the skepticism, the subtle fear, the discontent. From Florina? There was something peculiar. A kind of exertion of her psyche that was unique to anything Honora had seen. She smiled to herself.
You have nothing to fear. In fact, I’m glad you came to see me. The voice would drift into Tybalt and Florina’s minds, like a feather carrying on the wind. Come, let’s have some tea.
Honora would continue on her steady course before turning to her destination: a small sitting room, one that she’d once used for her lessons with Iliana. A familiar haunt, now made her own once again. She’d enter and leave the door open for the others, should they choose to follow. If he heard Honora’s footsteps, surely Tybalt would be able to hear the clink of the kettle as Honora set about swinging it over the fire.
When they entered, they would see a scene not unfamiliar to one that would have played out six, seven years ago when Honora was still Nell—Iliana’s tutor. She was dressed all in black, covered entirely as if she were some sort of clerical figure, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe bun. The greatest indication of what time had passed was the gauntness in her cheeks and the glint of the silver collar that was still around her neck.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Aug 13, 2024 14:04:51 GMT -5
Florina nodded, simultaniously greatful and ashamed, “I will,” was all she said, because she felt magic touch her, and with that touch, calm filled her. It was part of the magic, she realized. Honora’s magic. She’d heard of what she could do, but actually being under the influence of it…she hated it. Hated her mind being influenced how to think, how to feel. It was like being with her late husband, although she suspected that Honora was likely not going to come at her with her fists like he did. The calm Honora’s magic forced on her kept her from a panic attack at the memory of him.
Between the realization of Honora’s magic, and that memory, Florina would not yet notice the familiar ugly magic of the collar around Honora’s neck—a more disgusting feeling magic than any other collar she’d felt. The last time the countess would have felt that magic was the last time she had seen Count Ellery.
Florina’s steps would halt at the words Honora put into her, and likely her companion’s head, “Did you hear that?” She asked, “I didn’t know she could do that…she’s also influencing our emotions, too.” She paused, clasping her hands tightly together, “Should we accept her invitation?”
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Aug 13, 2024 14:41:47 GMT -5
The commander would come to a dead stop as soon as Honora's voice echoed through his mind. He raised a hand to his temple, as if to try and rid himself of the intrusion.
Tybalt groaned. All of this was bringing up bad memories from his last encounter with Honora. He hadn't forgotten the feeling of powerlessness, and the humiliation which had come with her control. "She can get inside of your head. I think she can know your thoughts, manipulate them. Certainly she can bind others to her will." He let out a frustrated sigh. "A sword I can defend against, but this..." The commander shook his head. He summoned his courage from deep within him, and concentrated on the task at hand.
Honora might well be one of their best chances at freeing themselves from the Eldouir.
"If you want to hold back, nobody would think the lesser of you for it." Tybalt told her. "If you choose to come, follow my lead, and keep your head down. We'll try not to anger her." Regardless of whether or not Florina chose to follow him. The commander would take a deep breath, and push the door open. If Florina was behind him, he would hold it open until she had joined him in the room. The commander's eyes would drift around the room. He took note of the kettle, which seemed to match the offer of tea. Although it struck him as being out of place at a time like this. "You almost look like you were expecting us." The commander couldn't help, but point out. He folded his arms across his chest.
"If you're glad that we're here, it won't be for the pleasure of our company, there must be something that you wish to discuss." Tybalt didn't see any point in beating round the bush.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 16, 2024 17:04:20 GMT -5
When the door opened, Honora would not look up. She didn’t have to in order to detect who had entered. Honora went about her business, stoking the fire and answering Tybalt’s statement with a soft smile and a mysterious “hmmm” sound, playing into the mystical possibility of foretelling the future. She couldn’t, of course, but she found it amusing. She angled the kettle just so over the fire, lingering for just a moment before turning to face them.
“You see what company I keep these days,” Honora said warmly, offering them both a seat, “So trust me when I tell you, the pleasure is all mine.” Whether they took the seat or not, Honora would perch properly in a chair, turning her attention to Florina.
“I do not believe we’ve met.” The mundanity of Honora's conduct was out of step with the moment in which they found themselves, but she took refuge in it. The civilized simplicity that harkened back to days long gone by.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Aug 16, 2024 18:03:15 GMT -5
“Thank you, commander,” Florina dearly wanted to stay back as he suggested, but she didn’t make a move to do so, “But I will stay with you and offer what little help I can offer,” she would heed his advice to lay low during their encounter with Honora though. She refused to make herself more of a burden than she already was by being careless in order to prove she was something she wasn’t.
She would enter the room Honora was occupying, letting the man enter first before she walked through the threshold. Florina would only sit if Tybalt did. Honora…did not look as she had imagined. In fact, she appeared rather friendly.
Before answering Honora, Florina would offer Tybalt a glance to see if he thought she should remain quiet. However, she really didn’t see the harm in telling her her name. She could probably pluck it out of her head anyhow, “We haven’t met, no,” Florina leaned heavily on her upbringing, keeping the volume of her voice low and demure, “I am Countess Florina Bellerose, the new Gifted Advisor,” she would pause before continuing, “I assume you are Lady Honora Allemeade?”
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Aug 17, 2024 1:08:01 GMT -5
He wasn't alone. It should have been a comfort, but in actuality wasn't much of one. By her own admission, if Honora suddenly turned hostile, there wasn't much at all that Florina was going to be able to do, other than perhaps sense it coming for a split second.
Tybalt remained cautious. He wasn't entirely sure that he appreciated Honora's apparently relaxed demeanor. It didn't quite seem to match the tone which loomed over the palace at the moment. There had been a time when the commander had trusted Honora. Trusted her enough to leave her unsupervised with the young monarch. That trust had been shattered through the gifted's actions however, and right now, he scarcely wished the blink for fear that she might try something.
She almost made it sound as if she was happy to see them. The commander remained decidedly unconvinced. "I was under the impression that you chose the company you keep." Tybalt folded his arms across his chest, and raised a dubious eyebrow. "You must have known what you were getting yourself in for." Even before he'd been outed as a traitor, and fled, been exiled, whatever you wanted to call it, Hiram had never exactly been considered "good company" within Lorendale's borders.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2024 1:08:55 GMT -5 by Tybalt Zane
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 17, 2024 8:29:25 GMT -5
The new gifted advisor. Honora raised an eyebrow, smile falling a little. “I do not envy you,” She said softly, almost mourning. It wasn’t pity but sorrow for the woman before her, being made new fodder for the fire.
For they will turn against you. The day will come—be ready.
Those words were for Florina alone, a low warning like rustling grass in the storm slipping into her mind. It was then that she addressed Tybalt who was predictably agitated. She didn’t blame him. For a moment she considered him, not entirely sure how to proceed. Eventually, she decided there was no use mincing words. Truth was far more efficient.
“I was near death, Commander, courtesy of those who would see our kind wiped off the face of Terra Nova,” Honora said in calm, neutral tones, glancing at Florina and then back to Tybalt, “Hiram Eldouir gave me a chance to live, and I took it.”
It was Florina who would see the flashes of memory, entering her mind like a flash of lighting before disappearing again. Anselm, filleting the skin from her thigh. Quinton, unbuckling his belt as she whimpered and begged. Hiram, lifting her from where she bled to death on the stones of the dry creekbed. The flashes of reverie did not have enough detail to be closely remembered, but she hoped they were enough to make her point. It would only last an instant before Florina was back among them again. Perhaps Tybalt wouldn't even notice.
“I don’t suppose you think I put this on myself," Honora said to Tybalt, tapping the silver collar on her neck as steam twisted from the kettle's spout, "Count Wyndham’s sycophants are better equipped than you gave them credit for.”
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Aug 17, 2024 9:27:04 GMT -5
The words Honora sent to her weaved through her mind, the touch of the woman’s magic nearly overwhelming her. The words themselves made gooseflesh prickle over her skin.
I know. she thought back, unsure if the other gifted would actually be able to pick up on her thoughts. She’d not wanted the job in the first place. All she wanted in the world was a home far away from Loren, a nice husband and a gaggle of children with nothing to do but tend to her land and play her music. Being in a prominent position the way that she was, having everyone know she was gifted…it went against everything her parents taught her. But she’d seen no way around it. No way out.
But Honora had begun speaking aloud. Her ears perked at the mention of Hiram Eldouir’s name. It muddled her own thoughts on the man. So many conflicting things about him. A murderer, but also a savior. But to what end? Perhaps she ought to speak to Honora at some point by herself, if it would be allowed.
A swirl of magic from Honora, then Florina saw images flash in her mind. Horrible images. She saw Lord Ellery with a knife, peeling skin off of the other woman’s legs. Then a new memory of Lord Featherton…she squeezed her eyes shut against that one in particular even though it didn’t hide the memory from her. Then she was back, a soft intake of breath and a single tear running down her cheek the only indication of what had happened. She stared at Honora. Had that all been true? Or was it a fabricated image?
If it were true, then she was very happy that Lord Ellery had ceased to court her. He apparently was much more than a pretentious lordling. She eyed the collar when Honora brought attention to it, and then she noticed the ugly magic that radiated from it at last. Her mind immediately flashed to the last time she’d seen Lord Ellery. The time that she’d felt the magic on that wretched ring he wore. It felt identical to the magic of the collar that was around Honora’s neck. It made her believe Honora. If she’d never felt the magic of Lord Ellery’s ring, she’d think that the other gifted was inserting false memories into her head.
“Count Ellery,” Florina said aloud before she could think to do otherwise, “did that to you?” She meant not only the collar, but the images of torture that she’d just seen.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Aug 18, 2024 1:25:46 GMT -5
Tybalt wasn't even terribly aware that anything was going on. He was neither privy to Honora's wordless exchange with Florina, neither did he possess the latter's gift to enable him to know that any magic was being used to begin with. At most, he could use his hearing to try, and monitor heartbeats, but that hardly gave him much information to go on. Even if their pulse was accelerated, this was a stressful situation, so the commander couldn't even make any real assumptions based on that. As such, he was more or less oblivious to any machinations taking place.
The commander had braced himself as best as possible least Honora decide to try, and use her gift on him. His current plan was to try, and flood her with his own memories. He doubted it would do much, if anything. Perhaps buy him a few seconds?
His arms remained folded across his chest as he listened to Honora's tale. Naturally, he was missing a good half of it. It was only when Florina spoke, using the name of a dead man that he might start to put a couple of things together. He would look from one to the other, thoroughly confused. He caught sight of the tear, and assumed that something must have happened. Tybalt would hesitate, unsure. The commander hesitated a moment. He would try to pick his next words carefully. There wasn't much sense in trying to conceal anything. He was with two of the women in Lorendale who would most easily be able to see clean through him, one way or another.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." His voice was grave, and if she were to venture into his mind, Honora would find him to be sincere. "-But you must realize Hiram is a predator. He is using you. His actions have lead directly, and indirectly to the deaths of at least as many gifted as he claim to have saved." If she was here like this with them, Tybalt reasoned that she must at least have been open-minded about the subject of the Eldouir. Unless, of course, this was a trap...
His eyes came to fall on the collar that hung around her neck. It would have been within Tybalt's power to remove it. He had the device after all, and the only person he had to report to at the moment was Augustus, so... "We dropped the ball with count Wyndham, and his rabid dogs. No amount of apologies will ever make up for those who suffered." The commander acknowledged. "It was never going to be easy to correct decades worth of loathing, but actions like this, like the Eldouir willingly betraying us to Coheed, have only made things worse. If we're to build a future, it needs to be on a foundation of trust, not betrayal."
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 18, 2024 17:46:13 GMT -5
Honora’s gaze lingered on Florina. Count Ellery. She was familiar with him. There was a question in her eyes as she nodded slowly. “He was not alone,” Honora said. She meant to say Quinton Featherton’s name next but to her surprise found that the words would not leave her lips. They stuck somewhere in her throat, mouth opening and closing, and by the time she’d swallowed, Tybalt was offering his condolences. Condolences, followed by a conjunction.
Tybalt’s line was consistent with what Honora had come to expect; Hiram was an example of the horrors that her kind was capable of, which made all other horrors pale in comparison. Honora listened politely, a soft smile sitting gently on her face.
“I know perfectly well what Hiram Eldouir is,” Honora stated calmly, “And I know it wise to fear him. That is why I am still here. Alive.”
The kettle started to steam more aggressively, spitting water from the spout which made a hissing sound as it hit the hot coals. Honora stood to tend to it, pulling it from the fire and beginning to pour hot water into three waiting cups. As she did, Honora started to test the boundaries of Florina’s mind, tugging at whatever thoughts or feelings were closest to the surface—not knowing the woman’s gift, and that she would be able to tell such a thing was being done.
“The Eldouir have returned. If you thought your armies were strong enough to expel them, then they would not still be in this castle. So, that being the case, that leaves us with only one way forward: to find a tolerable peace. And I hope to help find it.”
Honora turned with the two teacups to hand one to Florina and one to Tybalt.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Aug 20, 2024 6:59:16 GMT -5
(TR! Memories of domestic abuse)
Florina would watch Honora as she watched her, but not in a way one might watch a large cat with a whipping tale. There was still a wariness about her, empathetic to what happened to her, but also aware of whose side she was on and what she could do with her power.
She was glad that Tybalt was not resorting to scolding Honora, and trying to find a peaceful resolution instead. The way that Florina saw it, be it from whatever Count Ellery did to her, or anything that Hiram was doing, she was a victim, and was only acting in a way to preserve her own well being. It had not been too long ago that she had had a very similar mindset with her late husband.
The countess felt the moment that Honora touched her with her magic, and Honora would catch glimpses of Florina’s husband beating her, a flash of the two of them tumbling down the stairs, the loud crack that filled the manor when the back of her husband’s head hit the bottom step. Honora would likely find a glimpse of Hiram approaching Florina at the ball before Florina would attempt to block the invasion of her thoughts by only thinking of a brick wall. How useful that would be, she really had no idea, but she did not care for someone invading her thoughts and memories. Whether this encouraged Honora to delve deeper or not, Florina would frown as she reached for the teacup, “Lady Allemeade,” she tried to make her voice stern, “I would ask that you keep your magic out of my head.”
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Aug 24, 2024 1:54:02 GMT -5
Tybalt frowned upon hearing that another had been involved. "Who?" He demanded. "It might surprise her, but, we are trying to stop this hatred, and bigotry." The commander let out a sigh, his shoulders would sag ever-so-slightly. "If I could magic away every single individual who would harm another, before they could commit their crimes, I would do so. I know it is no comfort after it's too late, but there are many of us who do want to help."
"You assume that we have neither the power, nor the will to expel Hiram, and his ilk." Tybalt answered her comment plainly. "We could certainly try, but the fallout would be a catastrophic." They'd already seen what could happen when Lorendale went to toe, to toe with the Eldouir. It had lead to one dead dragon, and a lot of civilian casualties.
Tybalt would accept the tea so as to be polite, but would refrain from bringing it to his lips. The commander could claim it was because the cup was excessively hot. He wished that he had the enhanced sense of smell, would have allowed him to pick up if there was anything mixed into the beverage that shouldn't have been. Not that someone as powerful as Honora would actually need to resort to something as mundane as poison. She could have fried both of their brains with so little as a thought.
The man would risk taking his eyes off of Honora for a moment. Out of the corner of his peripheral vision, the man would look towards Florina. He was able to piece together what must have happened, without actually being privy to it. "Lets keep this polite." The commander suggested, a steeliness behind his voice that promised that if Honora pushed her luck any further, he would at least try to do something. Not that he imagined that it would be terribly successful.
He looked down at the tea in his hands, and lost himself in thought. "How would you propose a peaceful solution to this problem that we have?"
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