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
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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Miriel was running. Not away or anything, but she had goals for getting back into Parabolti shape and running was a part of it. After a day of huffing puffing in the sun though she had decided to save herself that embarrassment and run at dawn. There was plenty of light to see her path but there weren't eyes on her or the heat to drive her to quit. Plus her mother was always glad to look after the little ones if it meant her getting back to better shape. Of course Miriel had left out it was for the Parablti, letting Cora fat-shame her instead. It was easier that way.
Cresting the hill to bring her back home, Miriel stopped for a moment and breathed in the fresh air. Coheed truly was a beautiful place, and she felt destined for better things everyday. She would be a mother and a warrior, both filling her with a different kind of pride and joy. Closing her eyes she hummed and let the stillness... But she shook her head as she heard footsteps and started up again back towards the compound.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 1, 2023 18:59:51 GMT -5
Magda did not run. Ever.
Instead, the ambassador sauntered, making her way down the street with guards following at a distance. They’d been more difficult to shake as of late. Magda could only assume that Kennet was to blame; the King’s Hand’s xenophobic and petty suspicions had shaken the foundation of the king’s confidence—she had no doubt. But Magda carried onward with a sly smile and a scheming mind.
Kennet Caern wouldn’t rule her forever. No one could. Except maybe one…
Magda was returning from a meeting when Miriel came into view. She hadn’t seen the woman since she’d delivered her child. Not too long ago, the precious woman had waddled about in glowing motherhood. Now, she looked every bit the Coheedswoman that could satisfy a man like Izen.
Magda grinned.
“Miriel…” She did not shout. Instead, Magda raised her sing-song voice just enough that hopefully the woman would come to her.
That voice, it was like hearing a song you forgot you loved, or tasting a sweet you weren’t supposed to have. No matter what it was, Miriel was like a moth to a flame. Whenever she spoke with Magda it was obvious and present in her mind why the Nevermerean Coheedswoman was important to her. She was everything in those moments. But the after was always odd. Often she chalked it up to rebellion against her mother, other times it was because she liked how strong Magda was and wanted to be like that someday. There were about a million excuses that flitted through her mind but they never matched the moments together.
Like now, as her heart skipped a beat as she almost tripped over herself to change directions. As always Magda was beauty and grace, and it took effort not to run the rest of the distance to her, instead settling for a quick walk and smiling all the way. ”Magda, it’s been far too long.” Way too long, she had almost forgotten, but now it hurt standing there, feeling like a forgotten plaything.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 11, 2023 18:22:30 GMT -5
Magda didn’t hide the way her eyes slipped down Miriel’s form. After all, there was no one to judge her for it. Certainly not Miriel, whose big brown eyes gazed at her with unmistakable eagerness. After all, it was Magda’s trade to know such things. If there was one thing she’d been taught it was to know when she was desired—when she had a fish on a hook and could tug it toward her.
“Far too long,” Magda stepped forward with a sparkling smile, “In that vein, you and Izen have my congratulations. What a blessing to have a little one born so strong. Just like his mother…” Once again, Magda’s eyes drifted as her words dripped like honey.
The woman's long gaze sent a shiver of excitement through Miriel. No one looked at her like that, even her husband. Well he barely looked at her so that was no surprise, a thought that shocked her and was quickly buried. Something about Magda always made her forget what others meant to her, but who could blame her? Magda was wonderful.
"Her. Just like her mother. Did you want to meet her?" While she was normally over-protective of her daughter, Magda wasn't someone she needed to do that with. The woman was perfect and thus couldn't have a malicious bone in her body. "We are incredibly proud."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 19, 2023 9:49:31 GMT -5
A broad, passably soft smile dawned on Magda’s features like the first golden rays of the morning sun. It was almost enough to light the darkness in her eyes—almost. A girl, it would seem. A twinge of jealousy twisted in her. She had been married for seasons, but her arms and belly were still empty. Magda had held out hope in the beginning, foolish hope, but the reality was becoming increasingly difficult to deny.
“I’d be delighted,” Magda said, slipping her arm into Miriel’s if she allowed.
If there was ever a darkness in Magda's eyes, Miriel didn't notice, or at least didn't care to notice. This woman could do no wrong, and so she was surrounded by goodness and light as far as she was concerned. Thus she was the perfect person to introduce to her child, her daughter.
Gladly linking their arms and practically shaking with excitement Miriel started to chatter. "Her name's Serena. I'm going to raise her to be strong and confident, everything I wish my mother had given me. I'll never raise her like I was. Izen let me name her and everything." Her thoughts were scattered, but she was happy, and smiling.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 21, 2023 19:05:20 GMT -5
Serena. It was a name that Magda could feel on her lips without having to speak it. It tickled her tongue like a held-in giggle. She smiled, pulling Miriel close to her, walking blithely along as sour envy rose up in her. Miriel’s heart was pure. A twisted creature could smell purity more aptly than any saint. And Magda supposed on some level she envied that as well.
“How fortunate,” Magda hummed, matching Miriel’s happiness, “She will be part of a new generation of women, I think. A liberated one.”
Miriel nodded her head with excitement. Serena was going to be her pride and joy. She was going to be an amazing, and she was going to conquer her fears with her daughter. "She really will be, all thanks to Kaalim and his risk taking. He really was an amazing chieftan."
Not even thinking about what that might mean for the current one, she walked along without a care in the world. Leading Magda back to the compound. She was pretty sure that Izen wouldn't be home, he rarely was, not that there was anything wrong with that, and she didn't like thinking negatively about her husband.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 5, 2023 18:17:32 GMT -5
Magda’s mouth went sour, though her smile remained. She didn’t want the credit for Kaalim. She wanted it for Rian. For herself. For their legacy, the one that she would leave to both Nevermere and her husband, and hopefully their children after them. Not Kaalim.
“Kaalim set things in motion, yes,” Magda said amiably, “And for that, we should all be grateful. He’s a wise man—wise to know when it is time to hand over leadership to the next generation. A man up to take on the demands of the day.” She looked down at Miriel.
Miriel didn't notice any change in Magda, nodding along as the woman talked about how they should be grateful for Kaalim. She put it so well, how wise he was, and how it had been time for more change. As a woman she knew not about politics but it was clear that the woman next to her was incredibly smart to follow such things.
"Chieftan Rian will do amazing, not that you need me to say that. It must be such a blessing to be married to such a strong and capable man." Smiling up at Magda she never saw anything but the beauty and warmth of the woman next to her.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 9, 2023 19:22:10 GMT -5
What a darling little creature she was. Magda looked down at her with a sparkling smile and eyes like one who had spotted a particularly adorable puppy. She pulled Miriel a little closer as they walked side by side toward the compound.
“A blessing indeed,” Magda agreed, voice sweet as honey, “Though I must admit, it is…comparatively a touch lonely. For so long I thought that it was only the men that benefited from having multiple wives. Now…” Magda shrugged, “I see the appeal, in a strange way. Of being part of a sisterhood of sorts…” Magda shook her head a little.
“Forgive me, I’m prattling on.” She waved her hand. Magda had some angle, but just what it was remained hidden in the darkness of her eyes.
As the chieftan’s wife drew her closer, there was no objection in the slightest. Miriel felt completely safe and at home tucked next to Magda. She could hardly believe the woman wanted to talk with her every time she did. But here she was, talking, wanting to see her children, she felt truly blessed by all that was good in Coheed.
And so when Magda voiced concern about feeling lonely, she felt awful for not stepping up. Clearly it was her own fault for not offering support! ”Oh no, I understand completely. I love having another who knows exactly what I’m experiencing.” It had been a hard adjustment at first, having to hear another woman have sex her husband, even if she had known it would happen. But it was good to have someone you could confide in besides your actual sisters who might just use it against you.
”We’re practically sister wives, Izen and Rian are close why shouldn’t we be?” Any chance to spend more time with Magda really.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 16, 2023 17:20:26 GMT -5
For a multitude of reasons, Miriel’s little observation was enough to have Magda humming with satisfaction. How, beneath the trampling feet of Coheedsman, had such a precious treasure endured? Despite what Miriel might think, she had Magda couldn’t be more different. But it was this that made her capture of Miriel all the sweeter.
But the sweetness only went so far. The darkness behind Magda’s eyes stirred, and the machinations of her sinister plans started to spin into motion.
“I’d be delighted,” Magda said with apparent relief, bouncing a little in her step, “A witch and a woman of Coheed as sisters, who would have thought?” She teased, heading toward Miriel’s home, eager to get her alone.
Miriel's face lit up even more as Magda agreed to her proposal. She wasn't sure why such a woman would ever look at her, but apparently she had done something right. And now she was going to get to talk with her even more. She liked the woman far more than any other woman she had ever encountered.
"We are both women of Coheed. So I think it makes perfect sense for us to be the best of friends." Pulling upon the fence of the compound, she would walk in, bringing Magda with her. Her mother had just left, as evidenced by Kell running around and Serena crying. But her mother was strict with her time and she had exceeded the time allotted so it was no surprise. "Seems like Serena is up, and you've met Kell."