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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Post by Magda Ivanova on Jan 22, 2023 14:37:14 GMT -5
Magda made another ‘hmm’ sound, pressing herself as close to Rian as humanly possible. She listened to his every word, picking them apart for tone and meaning beyond what was plain. Not out of suspicion, but out of habit.
“Not all?” Magda asked, hand resting on Rian’s chest feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Feb 18, 2023 19:25:58 GMT -5
“Hopefully not the disrespect for Coheedsman. I don’t need an uproar amongst the men and women right now. I need them to work together.” He let out a breath, almost at annoyance over the thought. “The men need to ease up, but I don’t need them soft. And I don’t think many can figure out the difference I am referring to.” His chin angled so he could look at her hand on his chest. “I’ve got enough mouthy women around me.” It was a tease, even the pull of his lips said so.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Mar 6, 2023 20:07:30 GMT -5
“Mouthy women?” Magda teased back, raising an eyebrow, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you complain about what I do with my mouth.” She kissed him then, grinning, her discomfort at the idea of a Cambrian put on hold for the time being.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Mar 13, 2023 9:19:58 GMT -5
“First time since becoming my wife, yes. But that’s because you’ve put good use to that mouth.” Crude, yes. But he chuckled and brought a hand up to hold her against his mouth for a few more moments before she could actually pull away. He did favor that mouth of hers, even the words she had been saying lately…
His face fell a little at the mention of his brother. “Be with his wives, his remaining children. I think he wants time to settle, and I can respect that. I intend to keep Izen as my second.” He said it, his fingers rolling her hair between his fingers gently, then brushed against that metal on her neck. Almost startled because he forgot it was there. But just like his scars to her, it was a part of her to him. So he did it again. “Does it hurt when I do that?”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Mar 14, 2023 14:38:28 GMT -5
Magda was comfortable with crude. And thus far had been more than happy to be crude for Rian’s satisfaction.
She accepted his response. In so many ways, Kaalim’s loss had been her gain, but she by no means reveled in it. He was a father who’d lost his eldest son. Whatever he needed to do to cope with that reality should be done.
Magda stilled when his fingers brushed the metal on the back of her neck. It was a strange feeling. Not pain, exactly. The sensation was faintly like what it was to have your hand or leg fall asleep.
“A little. It’s like…a cold prickle,” Magda squirmed, though she did not pull away. The novelty of it was admittedly appealing. She pressed against his hand and leaned into the sensation.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Mar 26, 2023 13:43:14 GMT -5
Studying her, he didn’t press his hand More against the metal behind her hair. Yet he also didn’t pull away from the moment when she pressed more against his hand. Letting her control the pressure, and something about how she always reacted to his touch there made him believe she didn’t let others often linger on it. If they had even noticed.
After a little, his fingers would slide down her neck and down her back. Feather light and moved as if he had a destination even if they really didn’t. “Hopefully it hasn’t been too awful since my departure?”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Mar 31, 2023 18:23:47 GMT -5
Magda shivered as the pricking started to sharpen. It was cold; an iciness that grew more intense until it numbed the tips of her fingers, spreading then to her hands, from her feet up to her legs. She let the feeling grow until she couldn’t stand it. With a shuddering breath, she pulled away. Rian’s fingers continued down her back and she sighed in satisfaction.
His question brought a Cheshire cat grin to Magda’s face. “More lonely than you can imagine,” She teased, “The nights were particularly frightful.” Her fingers started to trace spirals again as she smiled against his chest. Magda was a chronically restless creature, but now she couldn’t remember feeling more at peace.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Apr 2, 2023 14:07:09 GMT -5
He watched her face as she seemed to push through the feeling until she couldn’t anymore. At one point, he would have been thrilled to know about this, would have done everything he could have to brush it and make her cringe or flinch from his touch. Something that wasn’t bruising as he never really was one to hit his wives like his father had. But he expected obedience. It seemed his time in Nevermere had softened that, considering he married the most un-obedient woman he could find there.
“Is there nothing we could do? To make that feeling… less?” He asked her quietly, thinking of the Arynnite he had there in Coheed. Yet he assumed that might have not been possible. Because why would they had not just made it without pain when they put it on her? “I’d rather you not flinch away…” he muttered softly, almost as if he was afraid for her to hear it as well. For it sounded awfully…. Soft of him.
The next answer was easier, watching her shift back into herself as the firelight danced across her skin. A fire, he noticed, she always lit for him. Ever since he had opened up a bit and told her how it effected him. Shame used to curl around him at the idea of her knowing, hurting his pride even and reminding him of a time that he was no larger than herself, but she never looked at him like he was weak. And that was good for them both.
“Oh I am sure, a cold bed,” his hand curled around her hip and pulled her closer. “And a husband not pestering you for warmth,” he leaned up to brush his lips against her jawline. “The children weren’t awful I assume?” He asked, inquiring about his two that had been left in Magda’s care. He saw signs of them in the house still, so clearly they were alive.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Apr 2, 2023 17:50:32 GMT -5
Rian’s softness did not go unnoticed. Though her fingers had numbed with the cold sensation, the tone of Rian’s voice warmed her. A sparkling, almost girlish smile pulled across her face and lit her eyes.
“A little pain never hurt anyone,” Magda teased, running her fingers through Rian’s curls, “It reminds one of their own mortality, and makes you grateful to be alive.” For she was grateful. Ever so grateful.
The mention of the children had her squirm, but her smile endured. “No trouble. Audun minds me well enough and avoids me when he can. Hedda….” Magda pursed her lips. “She’s soft, Rian, and she can’t afford to be. I—“ she paused, testing the delicate subject for its volatility, “I think she should train with the Parabolti. She’s young, but I think it would be good for her.”
Rian was a good father. A protective father, which could cut both ways.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Apr 2, 2023 18:11:02 GMT -5
“Well that explains why you like me so much,” he mumbled with a tease laced into his words. Pain followed Rian. It always had it seemed, his body littered with evidence of the physical pain but his dark fears were evidence of his mental ones. Ones that Magda had seen and always was mindful of keeping the room well lit for him. He had never asked her if she hated it, if it interrupted her sleep too much. Maybe it was because he was afraid she’d say yes and stop lighting the candles. Or maybe, it was because in the middle of the night when she was sleeping peacefully at his side, she didn’t seem effected by it at all. And selfishly, he liked being able to see the innocence on her face.
The talk of his children brought full focus. Audun was still young, learning his footing in a world that was rapidly changing in his young years. As was Hedda. But it seemed one was more of a concern to Magda than the other, which only had tension bleed into his features. His natural reaction was to decline her training. They had lost so much already, but wasn’t this what he was preaching as chieftain? What he had pulled Wren for? To make their women just as strong as their men? His jaw ground back and forth for a moment, contemplating her words. Perhaps showing more father than chieftain in that moment.
“I’ll talk to them about taking her in.” He said it after a long pause. Blue eyes flashing back to her. “What about you? As my wife, don’t you think you should get out there with a sword?” His brow lifted and the slow curling smirk was on his face.
Last Edit: Apr 2, 2023 18:11:48 GMT -5 by Rian Cyrilson
Post by Magda Ivanova on Apr 12, 2023 6:42:57 GMT -5
Yes, Magda did like him. Very, very much. A fact which was startling and frightening all at the same time.
During Rian’s pause, Magda held her breath. When he finally spoke, the tension that had wound into her body released. She knew she was right. As a woman of Nevermere, things had been difficult enough. If Hedda were to survive as a woman of Coheed, she needed more than her father to protect her. His next question caught her off guard. Magda smirked, brow pinching together as she sorted through the political calculus in her head. Eventually, her smirk broadened into a grin.
“If your Cambrian will have me,” Magda replied, “Then yes. I think that’s wise. After all…” She grinned, “What kind of chieftess would I be if I couldn’t join you in battle?”
Magda’s eyes lit at the idea. After a moment, her face cracked with a wide smile before she pulled Rian into another kiss.
“So long as you’ll have me as well.”
And Magda would, if she didn’t already. For he had her—and she had yet to realize just how deeply.