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 Year || 503
 Season || Winter
 Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
 Weather || Winter has left a blanket of pristine white snow in many parts of Novus. Only Solterra remains mostly untouched by the season's frosted hold, but even the desert may feel a cold breath of wind now and then. With Winter now settled across the continent, dreams of Spring dance in the minds of many.

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Ard — Dusk Court Citizen Signos: 20
▶ Played by Sparrow [PM] Posts: 29 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 13
▶ 4 [Year 499 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 12.1 hh Bonded: N/A
#1
Brother, my sentinel, the tempest is upon us
We are now each other's responsibility

Ard was no stranger to fear. Most of his life spent prior to the stagnant peace of Novus had been moments of terror followed by hours of many more. Fear and pain were constant, but nothing, no amount of cruelty, torture, or terror could hold a candle to the all encompassing horror that he was experiencing.

Erd had not come home. Erd always came home.

Hidden away in their chamber, Ard had waited all night for his brother to return from his errands. He hadn’t slept, waiting desperately for the familiar ’click’ of their chamber door opening and seeing his brother step inside, that goofy, dumb grin on his lips. Except… He hadn’t. The door hadn’t clicked open, his brother hadn’t walked through, and Ard hadn’t seen that stupid, dumb grin in almost ten hours.

Panic set in and replaced his blood with ice. The young warlock wasted no time. He had already wasted enough. Frantically he tore from their room and searched the court but found nothing, not a single trace of his missing twin. Heart thumping wildly in his chest, driven by desperation and rage unlike anything he had ever experienced before, Ard stormed the keep. He was an indomitable army, twelve hands of unbridled rage and resentment, of bitterness and spite, and not even Marisol, Theodosia, and Israfel combined could hope to stop him.

Nothing could stop him, not until he found his brother.

“Halcyon!” The demanding scream tore through his unused throat, the bellow grating and cracking as though tumbled through river stone, echoing back at him in the empty air of the frozen winter morning, “Theodosia! Marisol!” Were they even here? Ard felt like he hadn’t seen them in days, weeks, months, maybe. What had happened to the proud and infallible Halcyon Unit of Terrastella? Would anyone hear his cries?

”Halcyon!”

Mouth parted, Ard could taste blood on his tongue as his lungs heaved in gasping breaths. His throat was not used to screaming, not anymore. It was not used to talking. What a sight he truly made, the mute messenger of the Halcyon, storming through the snow and the silent, peaceful morning to rain hell down upon his enemies, wings and feathers fanned and prepared to take flight at any second, turquoise eyes wide and rolling and shining with hysteria. Nothing would stop him from finding Erd.

Ard would kill anything that tried.

“Speaking.”
credits


Open for anyone! Erd has gone missing, and Ard is desperate to find him.


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Theodosia — Dusk Court Champion of Battle Signos: 45
▶ Played by bruiser [PM] Posts: 66 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 27
▶ 4 [Year 499 Spring] Active Magic: Storm Calling
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#2
i will still rise
She hears his cries for help when she is sparring, and in less than a minute she has dropped her training spear and taken flight in a flurry of pale feathers. At first, she doesn’t realize it’s Ard calling  -- she’s barely heard him talk before, much less screaming at the top of his lungs, and it is her first clue that something is wrong. It sends a jolt of unfettered fear down her spine as she circles down to land next to their not-so-mute messenger, sparks beginning to fly from the tips of her wings.

The second clue is that Ard is there, alone, and she has never seen him without his brother. Certainly, she’s seen Erd out without his brother, but never the opposite.

Never.

“Ard -- Ard, where’s Erd?” She can’t help the raw panic scraping at her throat, her eyes darting from the messenger to the empty space at his side where his brother should have been, and she knows the answer even before the question leaves her lips, knows it from the panic in Ard’s eyes and the heaving of his chest.

“Where was the last place you saw him, Ard?”

And she would join Ard in his war-march, if it meant getting Erd back from whatever had taken him -- for she knows that Erd would never leave his brother behind willingly.

she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.


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Marisol — Dusk Court Soldier Signos: 105
▶ Played by RB [pm] Posts: 96 — Threads: 12
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 19
▶ 5 [Year 498 Fall] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#3


blessed in spirit
are the poor





The morning is quiet for the longest time.

Marisol walks careful loops around the edge of the court. Her hooves crunch-crunch-crunch against a thin layer of snow, and frost bristles along the edges of her bicolored feathers. She shivers against the bite of a cold breeze as it washes through the country. Overhead the sky is an amalgamation of pastels, washed in some places bright yellow, in some deep blue, in others pale pink: a sheer white veil of clouds covers the sun as it rises and burns through the mist, casting Terrastella in a prism of gentle, colored lights. Underneath the soft sun Marisol is no more than a pre-darkened canvas for the many ways it preys upon her.

The only noise that breaks the peace is the movement of the wind and the song that Marisol is humming under her breath. Something she had learned as a child, about rabbits and foxes, and chasing in snow - it seems apt now, for the day and the time.

Then the scream breaks.

It is a raw, horrible sound, dark and bloody and feral: it sends chills up Marisol’s spine, the fear spiking so deep it ratchets against her bones. Her throat closes and her pulse kicks up three notches. Oh the sound - it makes her teeth itch, it makes her heart hurt - she pins her ears against her skull, trying to drown or at least muffle it, and with a chalky locked jaw she spins in the fine snow and goes tearing off toward the source of the noise, pounding the hard tattoo of a gallop into the ice.

The world goes quiet again briefly, and that is worse than anything else. Marisol is even eerily relieved to hear voices (broken though they are) as she skids around a corner and finds them:

Theodosia and Erd. No - she stops - Ard. 

What is this, Marisol says icily, though it is only a thin cover for the fear that rises in her tone against her will. Her voice pitches uncomfortably high. Slate-gray eyes go flitting from Ard to Theo and back again, and she flattens her wings to her sides and steps forward slightly, squaring her feet and dipping her head to Ard’s level: We will find him, she says, a bitter promise, and nods to Theodosia. Did he tell you what he was doing?

credits
"a burnt child loves a fire."


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Ard — Dusk Court Citizen Signos: 20
▶ Played by Sparrow [PM] Posts: 29 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 13
▶ 4 [Year 499 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 12.1 hh Bonded: N/A
#4
Brother, my sentinel, the tempest is upon us
We are now each other's responsibility

It was Theodosia that arrived first, the lavender of her eyes terrified but alert, clearly startled by the fact that it was him screaming and bellowing and not his brother. Marisol arrived only moments later in a clatter of noise, placing herself at his side and lowering her head so that their eyes could meet. The steadfast shine to her brown eyes did nothing to soothe or calm the panic rising in his heart, causing him to tremble and shake. He shook his head.

“I don’t know!” He wailed, the might of his words emphasized with a stomp of his hoof into the snow, his chest heaving, eyes wild and manic. If he had his magic, that wild, terrible magic that only Erd could properly control, the world would be falling down around their shoulders. The skies would grow cloudy and dark, thunder and lightning raining down from the heavens. The ground beneath their very hooves would break and shift, the earth reshaping into vast chasms and fissures.

It was lucky for Novus that his magic had abandoned him, leaving him with nothing but the wild, terrible feelings tearing him apart in his gut. Erd was not here to save him from that.

Erd was not here.

Madness threatened to steal his sanity, because he couldn’t lose him, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t survive it. He didn’t want to survive it. They had to find him. They had to.

“I-I…” The rasp of his tone was thick, garbled and breaking and he took a moment to spit the collection of blood and saliva to the ground. It stained the snow at his hooves a diluted pink, but he didn’t care. No. Right now everything inside of him was screaming to be reunited with his twin brother. They had to find him. They had to.

Theodosia’s question finally registered through the fog his brain was becoming. “Our room.”

Marisol’s own inquiry, pressing for details. Details meant progress. He stuttered. “N-no.”.

His breath hitched and he began to ramble on upon a croaking whisper. “I-I waited. All night. He left yesterday afternoon to go and get, get… He g-got something. He wouldn’t tell me. He just said it was a ’surprise’.” Every word was agony as it passed his lips, his throat sore as though he had been swallowing daggers. Ard was shaking, trembling. Shock? Stupor? The physical connection between he and Erd so terribly thin that he was falling apart?

“I f-felt him. I felt him. He was scared.” But where? Ard didn’t know where, and that was the worst of it all. What had frightened his brother? What had happened? Was he out there, lost and hurting? Had someone taken him? Dread filled his heart, mixing in dangerous doses with the adrenaline, rage, and terror. Vreis? Was it Vreis? Had he come to Novus? Out of everything, the dangerous rage won out, and there was no one else around to feel it other than the Commander and the Champion of Battle.

Tearing his gaze towards Theodosia and Marisol both, he bit out a croaking, bitter statement, his ears slipping back and his lips drawn up in a dangerous snarl, his spittle stained with pink. Turquoise eyes narrowed in a vehement glare.

”You were supposed to keep us safe! The soldiers, the Halcyon! You promised! And they had failed.

“Speaking.”
credits


@Theodosia @Marisol Oof


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Rhone — Dusk Court Scholar Signos: 95
▶ Played by Zombie [PM] Posts: 20 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 12
▶ 10 [Year 493 Summer] Active Magic: Earth Manipulation
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#5


Rhone had spent his morning up on the cliffs, something he had grown quite accustomed to as of late. It was peaceful up there. It allowed him to think and clear his mind, to feel free and unbridled. But it wasn’t something he could do all day. While he enjoyed the feeling of being utterly free, reality would have to come at some point. And so, the bay had begun to head back home to gather some supplies so he could continue on about his mission to help Dusk Court grow and blossom again.

Just as he was leaving the small apartment he called his home, Rhone had set course for the fields. He supposed that he could probably start there and add some flowers and another sapling. But as he was walking through the streets of the city, something caught his attention. There were raised voices about something.

Not able to really hear what was being said, Rhone stepped a little closer. Up ahead he could see the appearance of two soldiers who he didn’t personally know and Erd. But as he got closer, he didn’t recognize the voice coming from who he thought was Erd. Only when he was a little closer did he realize it was Ard, not Erd, who was raising a fuss.

By the time he came upon the trio, he gathered that Erd was missing and Ard was severely distressed. While he was no member of the Halcyon, he would offer his help in any way he could. He wasn’t sure what he could do to help, but he would certainly try. "Ard, I will help you find him. While I am no soldier, I will do my best." He had been a soldier at one point, but he had retired from that life. He was here to rebuild Dusk. But he supposed that now, Dusk needed him for a different purpose than planting flowers and shrubs. He was needed to help find a friend.

@Theodosia @Marisol @Ard





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Theodosia — Dusk Court Champion of Battle Signos: 45
▶ Played by bruiser [PM] Posts: 66 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 27
▶ 4 [Year 499 Spring] Active Magic: Storm Calling
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#6
i will still rise
She darts a glance towards Marisol as the commander comes running and feels her heart skip a beat, but she swallows back the bitterness that presses against her tongue. There is no time for her foolish heartsickness, no place for selfish emotions, not with Ard in such a panic before her, the snow at his feet tinged pink from how harshly he had been taxing his throat.

“Erd is missing,” She reports, syllables hard and steel-sharp, and she is quick to begin to put the pieces together in her mind, shaping them into something of a hazy plan as Ard’s wails ring out against the snow-strewn city. Each detail is a new puzzle piece, a gaping hole in the middle of her knowledge ---

And then Ard turns on them, his eyes blazing with fury, and despite the height difference there is a small measure of terror in how his grief has affected him so -- this is not the Ard she knows, and she knows that the only way to fix it will be to find his brother. “Ard, listen to me. We’re going to find him.” And there is an ache in her heart, that she has failed someone else now -- the weight of disappointment heavy in her chest, bile on the back of her throat.

“We’re going to find him, and I promise you, if anyone has touched him, they’ll regret it.” There is a seething venom in her voice now, sparks of lightning rolling off her feathers, and her gaze is narrowed and vicious when she glances over at Rhone joining them. The twins were Halcyon, but they might as well have been civilians -- they didn’t fight, wouldn’t have posed a threat to anyone… not enough to justify kidnapping one of them, at the very least.

“If he went to get something, then he was likely in the marketplace. Someone had to have seen something, or at least knows what direction he was heading afterwards. Rhone -- I need you to head for the markets and start questioning people on what they saw. I’ll be right behind you.”

She snaps out the words with all the authority of the Champion, rising to her rank for possibly the first time since it had been bestowed upon her, and she turns her gaze to Marisol next.

“Have any of the patrols from last night reported anything strange?”


she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.


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