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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05.26.2023
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Post by Felicity Zane on Jul 15, 2024 12:51:16 GMT -5
[ Made for Tybalt: takes place after the royal court meeting ]
Official business had demanded decorum, and Felicity had done her part to maintain herself in the meeting. The moment it was finished, however, she would be among the first to slip out. She wasn’t running away. She was laying a trap.
The swift-footed marchioness found a darkened corridor that her lord would pass by necessity to reach the exit. She set open the single door on the corridor, the one which led to a small sitting room. It was at the corner that she perched, waiting. He might hear her slamming heart before reaching her, but either way, she would seek to snatch Tybalt Zane by the arm and forcibly tug him into the corridor, into that small sitting room, and set her lips upon his before he would know just what was taking place.
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 15, 2024 13:38:17 GMT -5
Tybalt's head was still spinning, and heavy with the events of the meeting. He was trying make sense of it all, to plan how he would go about things. His worries, and thoughts made his usually acute senses duller, if only because he wasn't paying them too much attention. He even failed to notice Felicity's proximity, despite their bond.
It was only when his wife actually grabbed him, that he would suddenly become aware of just where she was. Naturally, he was surprised, taken aback. If it weren't for their bond, he would have resisted a good deal more. Instead, he calmed down instantly. The commander wouldn't resist, giving in and returning the kiss for as long as she was willing to accept it. Assuming that at some point, he was offered the opportunity to breathe, Tybalt would tell her a very simple fact: "I have missed you."
Post by Felicity Zane on Jul 16, 2024 2:42:07 GMT -5
Though she sought to smother him, propriety engrained in her prevented the exchange from being too scandalous. Just one long, passionate kiss, and she sunk from her tippy toes and back to her heels, hands lingering on his shoulders as she looked up at her husband.
“I’ve missed you, too.” She confessed, her cheeks pink from the rush and even the vulnerability of those words. She begged her eyes not to fill with tears as she whispered, “I’m so happy you’re okay.”
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 16, 2024 12:47:04 GMT -5
Tybalt let out a low chuckle upon hearing his wife's words. He wished he could have magicked her someplace else, and spent the rest of the day in her company, rather than be like this, acutely aware that they didn't have all that long. "Well, you know it will take more than a rabble of ill-disciplined red heads to get the better of me." He aimed to be comforting, to make it seem as if this right now was just another walk in the park for him, and that he wasn't actively risking his life with every breath he took inside of the palace walls.
"I take it you got my letter." He thought that he might have felt something through their bond at some point. A little extra warmth. "How are the children?"
Post by Felicity Zane on Jul 20, 2024 13:01:27 GMT -5
Felicity managed to smile at his jest, but fear gripped her even as he referenced the Eldouirs, the bane of Lorendale. She knew first hand how dangerous every step, every breath within that palace was. Would that she could slip in herself and cut their throats, she would never look back at that kind of murder. Or would she? Were they even human? They seemed more like a plague.
She nodded mutely at the reference of his letter. She slept with it against her each night he was away.
“The children are strong, as always.” She assured him in a whisper, wishing her voice was stronger, wishing her eyes were wet, wishing he didn’t have to go again. She smiled but it was faulty. “Like you. They have total confidence in their father.” Her lips quivered as a tear slid down her cheek.
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 20, 2024 14:34:51 GMT -5
Tybalt couldn't help b ut smile at the mention of the children. They were his world, along with Felicity of course. His family was his reason for keeping going. It was for them that he remained in the palace, hoping, praying that they might be able to find some sort of a weakness that they could be able to exploit. Felicity would keep them safe, he knew that much. Watch over them until he could finally return home.
He was distracted from his thoughts by the tears in his wife's eyes. "Oh my love..." He would reach out, and assuming that she didn't move to stop him, would try to wipe the stray tear off of her cheek. "Don't you cry now."
He could feel everything through their bond. "I promise, we're going to end this, all of us, once and for all." He would get rid of the Eldouir, and rid Lorendale of the chaos that they brought with them. He was determined that when the time came for him to leave this world, it would be so as to leave it a better one than he had been born into for his younger wife and children.
Post by Felicity Zane on Jul 24, 2024 12:43:46 GMT -5
Her heart quickened at his promise, but it was fear that made it race. Would they? Could they? It seemed to great a dream to dream. Lorendale without the Eldouir? Terra Nova without them? She wanted to scream in frustration at the thought of what it might take to accomplish such a task. Who it might take.
“They are a curse not so easily undone.” She said quietly, having let him take the tear, even leaning towards his touch. “Please…be careful. Don’t sacrifice yourself.” She could hear footsteps. Their time for quiet whispers together was swiftly coming to an end.
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 25, 2024 2:27:32 GMT -5
Tybalt could only smile, because what else was there to do?
He wished they could have spent longer together. He wanted to hold his wife close, and gone to see their children, but there wasn't the time. He would need to be back in the palace soon, preparing. The thought made his heart heavy, but he did his best not to let it show. She would be able to sense it of course, but he didn't focus on that for too long.
"I will be careful. You have my word." He couldn't promise that nothing bad could or would happen. He didn't want to lie to her. The commander would hold onto her hand for as long as possible before time came to part. "Keep safe my love."
Post by Felicity Zane on Aug 14, 2024 12:25:07 GMT -5
Tybalt had always been perfect (arguably, of course). Perfectly patient. Perfectly thoughtful. Perfectly brave. Perfectly kind. His perfection was part of what Felicity both loved and hated about him. It was hard to be married to a near perfect man. In contrast, what was she? The broken, imperfect creature he deigned to love. Thus, any time his armor cracked, any time imperfection surfaced, Felicity embraced it. She accepted him without his polished suit and sharpened sword. The heavy heart peeking through betrayed that he was still just a man, and it was just the man that Felicity loved. His heaviness brought her heaviness, but it was not a burden; it was an honor to carry it with him.
She smiled up at him, eyes filling once more, and used her toes to assist her in placing a very chaste kiss on his cheek. There were no more words for them to exchange. They had had a moment to confirm their affections, and now they would part ways, each to their own task at hand, prepared to serve their kingdom even if it cost them their lives.
Unless he stopped her, she would slip away on quick, silent feet.
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 15, 2024 0:59:30 GMT -5
Tybalt would hold on to Felicity for as long as was humanly possible. When the time came for her to move on however, he wouldn't stop her. Both of them were too bound by duty to let sentiments get in their way for too long. There was a great deal that the commander wished that he could have said then, and there. He didn't dare to do so for fear of ruining the moment, and making things more difficult for them.
A painful longing filled Tybalt as soon as she was gone. It took more self-control that was probably befitting for a Kane for him not to run after her. The commander had some vague idea of what might lie ahead in the coming days, and assumed that things could easy become worse than what he had imagined. Even for a man who prided himself on serving the crown, it was a daunting prospect, all the more so for the fact that he was going to find himself cut off, and isolated from the family which gave him so much courage, and purpose.
It was with a heavy heart, that Tybalt would slip away in turn. There was much to do, and he would be damned if he was going to let this madness last for too long.