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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Post by Keir Delaney on Jul 1, 2022 9:39:29 GMT -5
There was quiet the crowd gathered for the wedding of Keir Delaney and Valerie Usher, it was definitely heavy with the formers name. They would be waiting at the sacred grounds where the pair about to be married were.
Keir Delaney and Valeria Delaney stood on the sacred grounds of Obsidian Harbor, located on the outskirts of Skia near the sea. Keir hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her since they walked with the Elder Witch, Val's dress was absolutely stunning against the black sandy beach. Today Keir wasn't in any military uniform or dressed in his Royal Guard garb but in a dark green suit with his hair pulled back into a ponytail of sorts.
Standing beside each other the Elder Witch in front of the couple and the pair, together, recite thrice:
""Our bond is true, our blood is pure, our marriage new, we will endure."[/I]
With a ceremonial dagger the Elder Witch took each of their hands, running a single practiced cut into their palms to which the pair together dropped a drop of blood a piece into a vial which the Witch would remove so they could drop blood onto the ground. And it was sealed in blood, their blood bond together. Keir didn't shy away from kissing Val, Valeria Delaney. It had dawned on the young man that he wore a brighter smile these days so he turned confidently to those gathered with them and announced that a celebration would be held at The Hollow that everyone was welcome and so they set for the back to his childhood home.
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============================ Okay we are all back at the Hollow ! This can count as a gathering thread, let Valeria Delaney respond next please! Hadrian Usher @quenya Benedict Delaney (I know Lyla isn't here but it's the spirit) @donovan Kennet CaernGrant Delaney @logan @ellison @liono @alys and of course respected plus 1s
Post by Valeria Delaney on Jul 1, 2022 10:48:42 GMT -5
Today was Val and Keir's wedding wedding day. She was excited and nervous about this day. She woke up with the biggest grin on her face. She was about to marry the man who she love and care for and she can see a future with him. He was her land boy, the light of her world, the man who give her a reason to keep coming back to land. She kissed her father on his cheek before she left to become Lady Valeria Delaney.
During the cermony Valeria can't help but smiling looking at Keir who looked dashing in his suit. He always looks dashing but today because it was their wedding day it was like seeing him in a new light. A light where it just them starting a new life together. Valeria's hair was done in a beautiful updo that framed her face and keeps her hair out of her eyes.
She spoke these words three times looking at keir with love in her voice, heart and eyes.
"Our bond is true, our blood is pure, our marriage new, we will endure."
When her palm was cut with the knife she didn't flinch as she knew that this pain was worth it and she happily take it. Now as their bloods as one she placed a hand on Keir's cheek and kissed her husband. Her husband her smile grew wider. As they went to go and celebrate with their love ones.
Post by Kennet Caern on Jul 2, 2022 10:01:03 GMT -5
Markus Delaney stood on a second-story balcony overlooking what the day’s festivities had made of the Hollow’s courtyard with a twinkle in his eye. He’d thrown his arm over his wife’s shoulder some time ago and it remained there now, a holdover from the man that he was. The common-born general that had fought his way into the rank and file of Nevermeran nobility.
Under the familiar weight of her husband’s arm, Brenna Delaney delighted in short sip of mead, watching while Ushers, Delaneys, Morrigans, and the rest poured into the stone courtyard of her home. They made for an almost unassuming pair, Markus too much the general to ever entirely look the part of a nobleman and Brenna with grey streaks in her done-up hair with wrinkles creasing the corners of her ever-sharpened eyes.
“Well, don’t just stand there gawking,” Brenna Delaney barked from the balcony with a smile tugging at her lips. “Play something already!” In a matter of seconds, the Hollow courtyard was transformed, bathed in music and laughter and all the merriment a wedding of this stature deserved.
Even Kennet wore a smile as she slipped from the interior of her childhood home into the courtyard. Even with the greenery strewn from one stone wall to the other, it was difficult to mistake the space for anything other than what it was: a military training yard. Still, her mother had obviously put the servants to task. There was not a practice dummy nor a weapons rack in sight. Tables lined the perimeter, overflowing with food and wine while men and women flooded the yard with dance and drink.
Dark hair tied back in a more elegant knot than usual, Kennet looked on from the sidelines with a glass of wine already in hand. A silvery slip of a gown fell from the curve of her shoulders to the tips of her toes, green eyes lighting up as music rebounded off the stone walls of the courtyard.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jul 5, 2022 14:43:13 GMT -5
His daughter. Married.
On more than one occasion during the ceremony, Hadrian had found himself misty-eyed. Valeria Delaney was the thing that had kept him tethered to shore even amid the stormiest of seas. She was his crowning achievement, his greatest joy, and the living memory of his sister on this earth. But, thankfully, not a tear was shed, and when the boisterous music struck up in the courtyard, his past sorrow was forgotten entirely.
Valeria was married; into a good family, to a man that loved her. As a father, he couldn’t ask for more.
After a cup or two of mead, Hadrian was buoyant, his festive spirit in full swing. He shook Keir Delaney firmly by the hand, squeezed Valeria tightly, and kissed her on the cheek. “You take care of my girl, Lord Delaney,” Hadrian cautioned Keir with a twinkle in his eye before clapping him on the shoulder and departing to dance.
For all his military training, Hadrian was a nobleman as well as a soldier. As the Ushers were new nobility, his father had taken great care to see his children as cultured as any with noble lineage reaching back generations. Hadrian navigated the dances and his partners - of which there was an abundant selection - with ease. Hadrian was forty-five, beyond the age one could be considered an “eligible bachelor,” but in his dress uniform, with his beard trimmed and his sliver eyes sparkling, he gave every young soldier in attendance a run for his money.
Hadrian’s eyes did not search for Kennet Caern. He assumed she’d be in attendance, of course, but he had decisively put her from his mind. He’d spent five years searching to no avail. Tonight, he looked only at what was right in front of him - which, at present was a blushing raven-haired noblewoman with stars in her eyes.
Quenya and Liono headed to the wedding of her brother Keir, hand in hand in silence. Quen wore a red dress and a pair of ivory flat shoes, too off balance to be bothered with wearing heels even if she’d wanted to. Even more now than before, she preferred pants and a shirt to dresses. Before it had been because she was so used to her uniform but now, it was just because she primarily was not dressed up. Horses cared not for fancy clothing and she spent the majority of her time with livestock, raising her horses and really only dressing up for family affairs such as this. Her long dark hair was french braided, the waist length plait falling down her back unceremoniously.
They watched the ceremony in silence, eying each other slightly, remembering when they’d stood there so many years past and now here they were expecting their first baby in a few months. She was more than 2/3rds of the way there now and they were excited and of course, scared but ready to move onto the next step of their lives. As they sat watching the vows Quen’s eyes never left her brother. To say she was surprised he was getting married would be an understatement. She honestly hadn’t even known he was courting anyone but then again she hadn’t been the most observant these last few years, too busily engrossed in breeding and selling the horses and making a name for herself and Lio as having some of the best horses around.
When the ceremony was over they headed back to the Hollow to celebrate. She leaned her head against Lio’s shoulder and smiled up to him as they walked and when they entered the Hollow she looked around quietly, smiling to him as she held his hand. ”Feels odd everytime we come back here, so used to our home now…” She grinned innocently, eying him. ”Perhaps I should sneak up to my room and you can sneak in an open window… “ she grinned innocently as she nudged him playfully in the ribs.
Lio headed to the wedding of Quens brother Keir happy that for once there was a marriage in the family that was taking part that didn't involve both family's marrying each other again, as always Quen was looking her best, a little uncomfortable she still pushed through. they got the the ceremony and took there seat watching as the pair took there vows and decaled there love for each other, he still wished things had of been drifferent for him and Quen when they did this, he new she would have loved her family there but at the time that wasnt on option for them, and he still wouldnt change it, everything happen for a reason,
when the ceremony was complete they headed back to Quens family home, he couldnt help laugh when she said about her going to her old room and for him to sneak through the window like he did before, he looked at her as they walked to where they set up for the evening, "maybe you should have locked your window at nights insted of letting strange men climb through it, i know if we have a daughter her window will be nailed shut"
Kat knew the only reason she was at this wedding was because of Valeria Delaney . She didn't know anyone else, well at least not enough to even really engage in conversation. But that was okay, because the young woman's smile was enough. It was an odd feeling for the soldier, feeling happy for someone else's happiness. But there she was, respectfully towards the back, smiling and giving Valeria a big thumbs up. Slightly unceremonious, but how she was going to show her support for the young lady.
At the hollow she stood off to the side in her navy blue dress she made sure to congratulate the couple, giving Val a huge hug, before grabbing a glass of wine. She might not have belonged but she was going to be there for Valeria, who someday she might admit, if she ever got over her trust issues, was a friend. Certainly no one else would have put up with training and gossiping with her that long. Her eyes drifted around the party, all respectable people, but she mostly watched the happy couple. They really were in love, it almost made her want to gag on the sappy adorableness of it all.
Post by Valeria Delaney on Jul 24, 2022 10:23:02 GMT -5
Vallia looked around so thankful that so have loads of people who she love round her on hers and Keir Delaney special day. She hugged @hadrain tightly. "Love you dad and Keir will look after me we look after each other." She looked at Keir armed linked with his. She waved to @katerina "Hello beautiful. you look beautiful." She smiled.
Post by Kennet Caern on Jul 24, 2022 12:44:32 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for the sun to sink behind the mountains, bathing the stone courtyard of the Hollow in a fiery red-orange glow. Food and drink flowed freely, and more than once, Markus Delaney took his wife in hand, turning her across the makeshift dancefloor like the Lorendaler he was. He, too, clapped Keir Delaney on the shoulder, shaking the lad’s hand and wishing him well on the next chapter of his new life.
Kennet passed the songs that she could wending and winding her way through the crowd, a drink in hand and a practiced smile curved in place. Unlike Hadrian Usher, her eyes found his shoulders again and again, searching only when his back was turned to her and the familiar bark of his bold laughter landed on her ears. Unlike the women that graced his arm, Kennet was not a creature built for the dancefloor. Her steps had always been too practiced, too precise. The alternative was turning herself over to the music—to her partner—and that prospect had never appealed to her.
Once or twice, she slipped her hand into the awaiting palm of a lord with a good name and a faultless pedigree, ushered onto the floor by her mother. Each dance passed much the same as the last. Her smile brightened, and her cheeks flushed precisely as expected, and when it came time to dip her chin in thanks, she assured each partner they would surely have to share the floor again soon.
When at last the red-orange glow of the day grew dim, Brenna snapped her fingers, signaling for the balls of witch-light strung over the courtyard to be lit. It was only then that she took the flat of a knife to the rim of her glass, clinking it to demand silence. The minstrels were not the first to quiet, but once they did, heads turned in her direction.
“It has been too long since we had something to celebrate!” her voice rang out with a vibrant smile. Glasses raised with cheers of agreement. “To my nephew—Keir, where have you gone? Ah! There you are. Come here, come here. Bring your bride now.” Brenna waited expectantly for Keir Delaney and Valeria Delaney to be ushered to her side, turning a beaming eye upon each as they arrived. “Aren’t you stunning, dear? Here, stand beside me. Tonight, you are the pride of this household. Markus and I congratulate you both, and I expect a great niece or nephew to celebrate within the year.” Returning her attention to the crowd, Brenna lifted her glass in the air with the toast that echoed across the courtyard: “To Lord and Lady Delaney!”
After the cheers died down and glasses lowered from lips, Brenna clapped her hands for the music to begin once more. “Now go on, both of you! Dance with your bride!” She shooed the pair away with a motherly swat while Markus buried his laughter in her hair with a kiss.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jul 24, 2022 13:14:58 GMT -5
Before Brenna Delaney raised her toast, Hadrian had already raised more than a few of his own. One whiskey followed another, punctuating his increasingly imprecise turns about the dancefloor. The raven-haired woman who had caught his attention had seemingly attached herself to his arm. His drunkenness did not seem to bother her, as she seemed irretrievably smitten. Her father, however, did raise an eyebrow, but Hadrian’s title seemed enough to restrain him.
But at some point, when Hadrian’s words began to dull in their clarity, things took a turn. His eyes started to search for Kennet, and, when they found her, had a more difficult time keeping away. The dances stopped, and his attitude towards the woman grew increasingly aloof. She compensated by standing a little closer, by batting her eyelashes more furiously, but it seemed like it was a battle the woman was going to lose. When Hadrian excused himself to fetch another drink, he failed to return to her side. This had the woman looking impossibly dejected, even near tears that Hadrian would never see.
Hadrian raised his glass. He watched his daughter dance with a smile on his lips. His eyes kept drifting to Kennet and, whether she saw him or not he would not look away. When others started to join his daughter and son-in-law on the dancefloor, Hadrian would go for another whiskey and, with one last lingering look at Kennet, make his way toward the darkness of the garden hedges for a reprieve from all the merriment.
Post by Keir Delaney on Jul 24, 2022 20:23:40 GMT -5
"Of course Commander Usher, you have my word I will take great care, the best care really, of Val," Keir confidently confirmed with his Father-in-law so to speak. Linked arm in arm with Valeria Keir couldn't hide neither the smile that stayed plastered to his face after the wedding nor the swelling pride within himself by the words of his proud Aunt Brenna. While he knew to him and Val their marriage was more than just a perfect unison between families but making such a praised choice Keir Delaney was currently the apple of his Aunt's eye, the Delaney that had done something right.
When they pushed out onto the dance floor after the sweet ultimatum of having children and a blessed marriage, Keir pulled Valeria close to him as the band began to play.
"I love you," he declared as they began to fall in sync with the soft music, others joined them eventually but for the moment it was just the pair. His head rest against hers as he whispered over the music, "I have a surprise for our honeymoon, just say the word love and we can go..."
However they stayed a few more hours, drinking a little, celebrating with their families, and even opened their wedding gifts (it wasn't a surprise that a lot of baby stuff was hinted by the gifts from Aunt Brenna). When they left it was hand in hand, Val had her head resting against his shoulder as they climbed into the carriage and setting off for their honeymoon.