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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Rameses would find himself in a temple. It was crafted from what appeared to be the ribs of an impossibly large animal. They were alabaster white pillars that stretched up into blackness. The spaces between them were open into the Coheed grasslands with a dazzling night sky. The stars in the heavens seemed to twist and move in a strange dance. Ramses’s gods could almost be seen in them.
It was a dream. But unlike any Ramses would have experienced.
Large cauldrons held fires that lined either side of the hall. Their flames let upwards, bathing the room in radiant light. Up on the plinth, fifty feet in front of where Ramses now stood, was Magda, draped on an oversized throne made out of the same white bones the temple was made of. She’d be bound in strips of blue silk to match the midnight sky outside. Perhaps Ramses had seen the witch before—hadn’t they all?—but never like this. Magda had an air of the supernatural about her, her beauty like a powerful magnet, drawing everything in.
“Ramses…” His name dropped honeyed from her tongue as she smiled down on him from her throne.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Jan 12, 2024 22:54:19 GMT -5
It was an exquisite dream, more vivid and detail and real than any he had had before. He could recognize it as a dream but dreams could hold meaning too. Dreams could be visions from the Gods. He took his time as he took in his surroundings. The awe and beauty of it all was breathtaking and he allowed himself to feel it all in all of its glory.
As he took his time to look around his gaze finally fell to Magda. Odd. He'd never dreamed about the witch before. He knew who she was, of course, didn't they all at this point, but he'd never spoken to her. Not yet anyway. He hadn't even formally spoken to the Chieftain yet about his takeover of the position of Witch Doctor. It had only just happened.
If he hadn't have recognized her...and if she hadn't been a woman seated there...he might have seen her as one of the Gods. Alas, she was not. But she knew him. She spoke his name. He didn't move any closer to her. He didn't speak to her. If this was a dream then it would simply play itself out regardless of his own action. But why was he dreaming of her of all people?
Post by Ramses Oziason on Jan 18, 2024 14:33:27 GMT -5
Ramses felt an odd sensation, like a mixture between instantly wanting to obey yet being hesitant to actually do so. She somehow felt like both a threat and a reward. He had heard what had happened to Izen of course but only knew the story that had been told. He hadn't questioned it either but the man's death still made it a risk to even engage with the wife of the chieftain in the smallest of ways.
Still, his legs did move forward, his eyes glued to the goddess-like woman until he stood before her, so lowly compared to her up on her throne.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jan 24, 2024 20:03:19 GMT -5
Magda chuckled, the dark rippling sound wrapping around Ramses like silk. The stars in the heavens seemed to dance around her as if sharing in her glee. Magda rose from the chair of bones, stepping toward him as her bare foot soles brushed along the smooth stone beneath her feet. She’d reach out to touch his face before her hand slipped down to tighten around his throat.
“For you to make me your goddess, and for you to be my acolyte.” Her words were sweet and gentle, but her hold was not.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Jan 24, 2024 21:03:23 GMT -5
Ramses watched her hesitantly as she stood and moved towards him. Instinct had him taking a step back as she got too close and he moved slightly away from her touch as she reached out to touch his face. Ultimately her fingers would still find his cheek before it was around his throat.
Yet he didn't try to fight her or to move away. It was just a dream. She couldn't truly harm him, not as the mortal she was. He frowned at her request, his instinct about to tell her that he wouldn't serve a female God, especially one who was clearly mortal. But as his lips parted to retort, even with the tight hold against his throat, he had another thought.
Ramses was not what people perceived him to be. He put on a good persona of being all about the Gods and their will, and it was mostly true, but he valued power and prestige for himself even more. He'd taken the position of Witch Doctor to move in that direction. Perhaps this could be the same. Though his thoughts were conflicted, because was this not just a dream. The pull to obey her though tugged at him, a pull he'd never felt towards a woman before.
"Why?" he asked, his throat feeling a bit constricted from her hold.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jan 27, 2024 11:03:55 GMT -5
Why?
What a simple little question it was, the answer tangled up in complicated excuses and reasons and circumstances. Layers and layers of justification all to obscure the answer that was equally as simple: Because she could.
“Because…” Magda purred, moving closer so that she’d fill every one of his senses. So that she’d feel the heat from her body as it pressed against his, smell the intoxicating scent of spice that lived in her skin. “You’re chosen by the gods, destined for greatness. And I will take you there…” Magda whispered against his lips. “So long as you learn how to kneel.”
Post by Ramses Oziason on Feb 23, 2024 13:20:36 GMT -5
As a witch doctor he wasn't privy to wives the way that other Coheedsmen were but as she pressed against him he certainly felt that physical urge to share a bed with someone...with her. If this was really only a dream then it wouldn't hurt to give in to that desire right? In real life she belonged to the Chieftain and he'd never risk touching her but in his mind...who would know?
He breathed the scent of spice as her whole persona filled his senses, flooding him with her and only her. It was the promise greatness though that was the most intriguing. His eyes closed, melting into every sensation, the softness of her lips brushing his. It was only natural to want to kiss her and all he had to do was lean in towards her a bit. So he did. Unless she stopped him he'd sink into that temptation and press a kiss to her lips before responding, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "Take me there, Goddess. Rise me up to greatness."
To prove his words he did as she asked and lowered himself to his knees, his hands running down her sides and over her hips until his knees reached the ground where his hands rested on her thighs and his nose brushed against her low belly as he lifted his chin to look up at her worshipfully.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Feb 29, 2024 18:18:08 GMT -5
Only a dream. Yes, only a dream.
Wasn’t she just?
She sank into his kiss. Like a poison, she’d sink into his veins, his mind, all of his senses compelled by her. Ramses dropped to his knees, and Magda dug her fingers into his hair, tugging his face up to look at her.