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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The stubborn witch was gone. Called back by her parents to be wed—how quaint, Magda thought. Another had taken her place as the lead man on the ground, one more experienced and reliable, or so the story went. A man was perhaps a better fit for Coheed, or so Magda expected the old Commander would have thought as he sent Aldrich Abbott off to his new post.
But Magda knew better. A woman’s touch was exactly what Coheed needed.
The new Sergeant had arrived earlier that day. Getting settled, familiarizing himself with his new post. Magda did her own bit of digging to find out what she could about the man. He’d fought in Coheed—not at all unusual for a man his age—which interested Magda a great deal. All these young soldiers had no appreciation for what Coheed had once been, but this man would. What that would mean for Magda she suppose she’d soon find out.
It would be dusk at the end of Aldrich’s first day when he’d hear a knock at the door. The Sergeant was allowed a one-room stand-alone structure; not quite a home, but better than a barracks. The guards that accompanied Magda stood back at a distance as the Minister waited in the doorway.
Magda would not look like the witch of Nevermere she’d once been. Whatever Aldrich might have heard about the fact Magda had “gone native” would seem to be confirmed with a single glance. Her curls hung loose about her bare shoulders and her smile flashed prettily beneath her black eyes.
“Sergeant.” Her voice was its characteristic low purr as she ran her eyes over the man in front of her.
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2023 13:00:24 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Oct 7, 2023 14:41:49 GMT -5
There were a whole lot of ranks and names Aldrich had gathered over the years now: officer, drill instructor, then lieutenant, and now sergeant. He wasn't in the right headspace to appreciate it, because he was still confused and heartbroken about Nadine, but in a little while it would fuel his ambition again. He didn't know about Woodwick (yet), but perhaps he'd even reach for the stars and work towards becoming Captain. Captain Abbott definitely sounded sexy.
The man was sitting on his bed in structure that in Coheed counted as a home, glad that he didn't have to share it with anyone. He could use some peace and quiet. Aldrich was drinking from a bottle of whiskey he had brought along from Nevermere and stared at the small fire meant to keep the room warm at night. He realised it would made him overheat, though, because he was used to the chilly sun-less Nevemere temperatures. The man got up from the bed and kicked sand and dust over the fire, which extinguished the flames. The room was dark now, so he lit some candles.
On his way back over to the bed, he noticed a figure in the doorframe. Magda. He was sure he must have seen her before, before she left to live in Coheed, but he barely recognised her. She didn't look like a Nevermerean at all. She looked... wild, in a good way.
He took another sip from the bottle before responding to her greeting, and let his eyes scan her from top to toe. "Lady Ivanova", he then said, and gestured for him to come in. "It's very kind of you to come see for yourself what the cat dragged in now, or that is what I assume you're here for, unless there is something you need?"
He sounded a bit sarcastic, but not too obviously. He just felt like an attraction. People wanted to see who the new Sergeant was, so he assumed she did as well. If not, it could only mean she heard that he had arrived, and that she immediately needed something. In that case he wondered what it was, and remembered what Hadrian had said.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 9, 2023 9:20:12 GMT -5
Aldrich Abbott. He was handsome, Magda would give him that. The bottle in his hand no doubt spelled trouble and would have given a proper lady reason for pause. But Magda was no lady—never had been—so she crossed confidently over the threshold into the little home, the door shutting on her guards who remained outside. The crackling fire would better light Magda’s features: her soft tanned skin, her pouting lips, and sloping curves. The beauty was enough to mask the foul creature that lived inside them.
“What kind of hostess would I be if I did not give you a proper welcome?” Magda’s tone was laced with playfulness and double entendre—as it always was. Her dark eyes slipped across the features of his room as if they might tell her something about the new sergeant before she turned her attention back to Aldrich.
“How are you finding Coheed so far, Sergeant?”
Last Edit: Oct 9, 2023 9:20:23 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Oct 21, 2023 2:59:20 GMT -5
Aldrich didn't like that she shut the door on her guards, but at the same time it made it easier if she were to try something. It would just be him against her. The man was wary of Magda. Hadrian hadn't asked him to keep an eye on her for nothing, and the way she dressed made it clear to Aldrich that Magda must consider herself something between a Nevermerean and a Coheedswoman, which was laughable, in all honesty. Not even that long ago, a Coheedswoman definitely wouldn't have been able to consider herself more than cattle.
She did have beauty going for her. She was pretty, but perhaps not quite Aldrich's type. It seemed like he had a soft spot for trained women, like Regan and Nadine.
Magda considered herself a hostess, which Aldrich turned into a mental note. She seemed to consider herself an equal to Rian. He cursed himself for not having done more research on the nature of their relationship before traveling to Coheed. Although her question might not have been a rhetorical one, Aldrich didn't respond to it. He wasn't here to assess her ability to be a good hostess.
He shrugged lightly. "Coheed is Coheed, always had been and always will be." He looked around the room, as if he could look all over Coheed by doing so. "It's been a while since I've been here. I am looking forward to my time here, though. Anything I should be aware of that Captain Commander Usher might have forgotten to tell me about?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 11, 2023 10:29:46 GMT -5
“Hmm….” Magda said with a smirk, moving about Aldrich’s room as if it were her own, “That’s rather a defeatist attitude, sergeant. Women serving in the military ranks? Families living within stone walls instead of huts on the grasslands? Just think…” Magda turned to face him, smiling, “What another five years can do.” Whatever her little soliloquy had been aimed at, Magda shrugged and continued on to answer her next question.
“That Othello Allemeade’s rather public arrest—or whatever you want to call it—has created cracks I’ve been working to repair. Displays of military might only rattle the natives, make them think that they too must rise to arms. A gentle touch is always best…” Magda grinned, “Or so I’ve learned.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Nov 24, 2023 2:26:53 GMT -5
He forced a little chuckle out of himself and softly shook his head. "You know that's not what I meant", Aldrich responded. He had meant that Coheed was very different from Nevermere, and that it always would be to some extent, even if the women started to become more involved with their warrior culture.
For some reason, her asking what another five years could do almost sounded like a threat, but he wasn't sure in what way. In five years... Magda would take over from Rian? Nevermere would take over Coheed? The women would take over from the men? Captain Usher had been correct to ask him to keep an eye on Magda Ivanova. Something about her wasn't quite... right.
He then asked her if there was something he should be made aware of. "A gentle touch?" Aldrich raised an eyebrow. "I doubt that's what the men here need, or want. Or are you talking about the women of Coheed?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 26, 2023 19:59:09 GMT -5
Magda chuckled too—a dark, rippling sound that unfurled like a silken banner. Her assessment of Aldrich’s surroundings completed, she stood before him, turning a single curl around one of her fingers.
“Oh no, Lieutenant Abbot, it is the men that need it most…” She tilted her head to the side, still winding a curl around her finger. “Are you going to invite me to sit, Lieutenant, or shall I make myself at home?”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Nov 29, 2023 7:38:09 GMT -5
His expression didn't change, but internally Aldrich felt like swallowing and tugging at his collar because he could feel blood rush to his head. Magda was a big flirt. If it wasn't for Rian and the repercussions, Aldrich would have gladly gone along with whatever was happening here. Women truly knew how to play with their hair in a way that left men speechless and in awe. He found himself thinking about Regan and how she managed to amaze him without curling her hair around her finger. It was simply too short, but not that short that he couldn't dig his hands into it...
The Lieutenant cleared his throat to make himself stop thinking about the witch, who seemed to have put a spell on him, the way she was always on his mind. When Magda asked if he was going to invite her to sit, he could feel his cheeks turn red. Where were his manners? Luckily his stubbly beard managed to hide most of the pinkish hue on his cheeks.
"Of course, Lady Ivanova. My apologies. Please, sit."
He would do the same, if she sat down.
"You say you need men, so, what can we do for you?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 8, 2023 15:04:26 GMT -5
Magda was aware of the effect she had on men, just as a soldier knew how their sword moved through space. Beauty was her weapon, the tool that had been her breaking and making, and so she inflicted her looks now on the poor Lieutenant.
The chieftess—no, minister—lounged on one of the chairs, crossing her legs so that the silk of her skit revealed more of her leg than it should have. She leaned back, making a show of contemplating Aldrich’s question though she already knew the answer.
“The men of Coheed grow restless,” Magda said, “If we do not heed their barks, they are inclined to want to bite, even if it’s the hand that feeds them. So…” She smirked, “I plan to create an advisory council of sorts. A group of Coheed’s men are to be elevated under the governor so that they may feel their grievances are being heard. As for you…” Magda smiled, “I’d like you to integrate them into military matters. Make them feel as though they are truly a part of our work here. Not just adjacent to it.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 9, 2023 18:18:51 GMT -5
He tried hard to keep his eyes focused on her face and not the revealed leg. He shouldn't look at a married woman like that, and against all odds, he managed to actually succeed at not getting too distracted. He was here on duty. He needed to stay focused.
"What does the Chieftain say about the advisory council?" Aldrich asked, perhaps a little too quickly and bluntly. "Forgive me, lady Ivanova. I'll gladly do what you ask of me, but I do wonder what the Chieftain thinks of this. I would hate to be focused on barking dogs while the leader of the pack attacks me from behind because he doesn't know what his wife asked of me."
He was inching dangerously close to insulting her, and he was aware of it, but politics and the military were always a dangerous game.
"We're already training the men and showing them Nevermere tactics and techniques. It's a difficult thing you ask of me, lady Ivanova. Integrating them in the military means a coup or an uprising against Nevermerean authority becomes... Tricky."
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Dec 9, 2023 18:20:52 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 10, 2023 10:49:53 GMT -5
Magda raised an eyebrow at Aldrich’s immediate response, a smirk tugging at her full lips. Everything was presenational. Every movement and angle was calculated to draw men in. Her smile endured for the rest of Aldrich’s speech in a conspiratorial way. As if she and Aldrich were old friends with a long-established history and a secret between them.
“Rian will do as I recommend, both as his wife and as Nevermere’s ranking representative on these grasslands,” Magda said, starting to twist a curl around her finger again in a slow, steady rhythm, “So fear not, Sergeant Abbot. You’re safe from the chieftain’s wrath.” Magda chuckled, thinking idly that it was the chieftess he should be worried about.
“Make them play for your team and there will be no need for an uprising,” Magda shrugged, “Act as an oppressor, they’ll continue to believe themselves oppressed. We want them to marry Nevermerean witches, do we not? To accept our ways and value our vision? What better way than to make them part of it? Difficult as it may be…” Magda smirked, eyes scanning Aldrich with unabashed lust, “I believe you capable of such a task."
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 10, 2023 17:55:33 GMT -5
Her calculated movements definitely had their effect on Aldrich. He felt almost silly about what he had said just now, as if he had insulted an old friend. He diverted his eyes and listened to her speak. "Good. Just making sure", he said, trying to save himself from embarrassment. He shouldn't listen so much to Hadrian. Magda obviously knew what she was doing. Aldrich didn't realise that what she was doing, was exactly what his Captain had warned him about.
"They're not going to be marrying witches if they only ever see female soldiers. May I suggest you using your position to arrange a visit from Nevermere witches?" He felt like he had just suggested the best idea ever. Maybe he had.
He puffed up his chest without even realising it when she stated that she thought him capable of such a task. "Of course, lady Ivanova. I will see to it that they are integrated." He was just a puppet, a pawn, and Magda was playing him beautifully.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 10, 2023 18:25:27 GMT -5
Magda grinned, her white teeth sparkling in the low light. “An excellent idea,” She purred, responding as though yes it was indeed the finest suggestion anyone had ever made. She did happen to like the idea. Magda could prepare the women accordingly. And with witches holding the hands of Coheedsman that Magda would bring under her pretty little thumb? Well…
Her dark eyes intentionally softened as Aldrich acquiesced. What a good boy, she thought. Magda liked this one. He was handsome and clearly pliable. Useful, potentially…
“I shan't keep you, Sergeant,” Magda said, lifting from the chair like a snake uncoiling itself from a branch. “It’s late. But know,” She paused offering Aldrich a glittering smile, “I’m ever so glad that you’re here. There’s much we can accomplish together, I think.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 11, 2023 8:05:27 GMT -5
He felt giddy. He had proposed a great idea, and the beautiful woman liked it! The odds were in his favour. He almost felt sad when she said she wouldn't keep him. He liked her company, although she made him nervous. He watched her as she got up from her seat, a slightly disappointment look in his eyes. Couldn't she stay?
"Yes, my lady, I feel the same", he said, completely mesmerized by Magda by now. "Thank you for your visit. Enjoy the rest of your evening." He smiled at her.