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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Kaalim was wrapped up in light furs standing in the main room of his dwelling, underneath he was naked and the chill in the mornings was a bit much. Othello was gone. He wasn't really anyone any more so his duties had turned towards his roots, training and more training. However his sleep had been interupted by a very angry woman perhaps to brave of a woman, "I want him brought back here Kaalim! What does Nevermere mean to do with him?!"
Ögge stood before him with Ög hanging from her hip, little blue curious eyes locked on Kaalim, the former chieftain rubbed the corners of both his eyes as his wives and children were up starting the day. They were all currently pregnant with tiny little bumps but in truth they were thick and healthy, their luck had all spawned by their marriages to Kaalim.
Finally with a yawn Kaalim spoke, "Why are you coming to me for this? Go speak with Rian," he was handed a cup of warmed meade, "Not if that bi-," Kaalim made her pause with a stern enough look, she was his sister in law after all and wouldn't allow any disrespect be thrown at Rian, "Not if that woman is there...she's...one of them ya know!"
After a deep drink Kaalim sighed, "I will go speak with Rian...until then just stay here, eat, and rest. We will get Othello back."
With that Kaalim set off to dress while Ögge joined his wives as asked. Almost an hour later Kaalim left his home and set off for his former home. At his arrival he didn't hesitate to enter but he did tell the guards outside the door that he was here to speak with Rian, he advised them to request for his approval to enter and he would wait.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 27, 2022 9:23:21 GMT -5
Magda was preparing to leave for open court with a fire in her belly and a foul taste in her mouth. More than anything she wished Rian were accompanying her. It had been some time since she’d tread the black sands of Nevermere, and even longer since she’d done so alone. She’d gotten rather used to the dry whisper of Coheed’s grasslands, and not considered them a sweeter lullaby than the waves that used to lull her.
Now, Magda was to return to her homeland as a stranger.
The arrangements she made now were for the restoration of the port. Magda was currently bent over a table with several builders around her, running her fingers over architectural lines and map contours. There was nothing coquettish or scintillating in her delivery: only command. A very different woman than had stepped into Coheed for the first time. “Kaalim is here to see the governor.” Magda’s head turned to the guard who spoke. It was a Nevermerean, a guard that she was required to still keep. One that she intentionally stationed outside her home rather than within.
“Send him in.” Magda barked, waving the guard away with a hand. When she returned to the men around the table, her voice was softer, showing them the respect that had been denied the entering guard.
When Kaalim entered, the men would show him a warrior’s greeting before exiting. Magda stood there, waiting until they were gone.
“Kaalim.” Her voice was soft as she held out a hand to him. She cared about Kaalim still, even though the circumstances of their attachment had changed.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Oct 29, 2022 17:20:45 GMT -5
Kaalim had fully expected to be seeing Rian so it was a bit of a surprise to be greeted by Magda. He gave the men present their respectful salutes as they exited his former dwelling. His hand didn't reach out for hers, "Magda," he responded, calm and almost dream like as he made to pack himself a small bowl, it was a hobby now to smoke. It kept him calm. Relaxed.
"What's to happen to the gifted man? His wife is up my ass, she isn't happy and rightfully so he's a Father and a husband. More Coheed than most, and a child I believe needs his Father especially when he's most impressionable," he twirled the small bud he picked from a small leather pouch releasing it's pungent scent before smashing it into a small piece made from a deer horn, "I'd send her here myself but she doesn't like you I'm afraid."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 4, 2022 19:51:03 GMT -5
Magda showed no sign of upset when Kaalim refused her hand. She crossed her arms, assessing the man with a clinical eye. It wasn’t his words so much as his manner that interested her. Kaalim until very recently had been Coheed’s fearless leader, its mighty warrior. Why did he seem so defeated?
“I cannot speak to the gifted man’s fate,” Magda responded, her tone entirely neutral, “But if his wife would like me to pass a message along, I’ll try my best to do so. I’d say it's a good sign he was taken alive. If Cassian just wanted him dead, I doubt he would have caused such a fuss.”
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Nov 5, 2022 19:33:35 GMT -5
Kaalim smirked and a almost sarcastic chuckle escaped him as he took a rip from his bowl speaking then through exhaling a cloud of smoke a word at a time, "A fuss? A disaster really," he held a finger over the rolling smoke rubbing a free hand through his trimmed beard, "quiet deceitful, but who told the King? Othello was tame, far milder than the man who sought asylum here years ago....Rael a trusted and honorable man vouched for Othello's loyalty often."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 5, 2022 20:24:02 GMT -5
Magda scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps he’s milder than the man you first met,” She responded with a lazy brush of her hand, “But he was hardly a shrinking violent. He concealed his gift sloppily and did nothing to conceal his identity. Honestly, it’s a wonder he lasted this long without Nevermere knocking on his door.”
Because that was the truth, wasn’t it? Othello introduced himself as Othello. He lived and worked in Coheed, which for the last five years had been crawling with Nevermerean soldiers. He was a big, bawdy, loud-mouthed man that attracted attention. And Magda had no sympathy for his plight. She was all too aware that she was the one that had dropped the morsel of information at Cassian's feet, but she also had no reason to believe shew as the only one who did. Either way, she felt no guilt. No remorse. Nothing. It was in the past.
All that mattered to her was what came next.
Last Edit: Nov 5, 2022 20:27:16 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Nov 12, 2022 7:58:08 GMT -5
"Hmm," Kaalim replied as he tapped the bowl in his hands gently earthy brown eyes reading Magda thoughtfully, "I think respectfully Rian should have been given a heads up, yes? Or you even? But that goes to show how much they don't trust us still because the whole situation could have been handled differently, instead it was lead to believe that Othello just savagely attacked with out provocation a Nevermere soldier."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 13, 2022 15:00:52 GMT -5
The rage, which had been burning ever since the flames of the dock fire had died, sprung up as they were given fresh fuel. Nevermere. Magda didn’t try to hide her obvious frustration from Kaalim, which lived both in her expression and in her tone.
“I knew nothing of their plans, which either means Nevermere’s getting sloppy, or I am no longer to be trusted. Either way,” She tilted her head, “An interesting bit of information.” She gestured to Kaalim, “Come, let us go somewhere we can talk privately.”
If Kaalim followed, she’d go back into the quiet recesses of the hut. There was a room Magda had fashioned into a study of sorts. It was mostly for Rian, but she made good use of it as well.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Nov 16, 2022 8:09:34 GMT -5
Kaalim did follow Magda clouds of smoke rolling behind his path, "Othello is or was many things but he was manageable here, given a purpose to focus on he was pliable. I do not see him just lashing out without reason," the room they entered was wildly different from the previous use and his dark eyes went to the few books scattered, since learning to read (just well enough) Kaalim was a fan of reading, "which leads me to believe my own paranoia was warranted, this protection from the Eldouir is more of a...if I understand the word an indoctrination?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 18, 2022 14:59:26 GMT -5
Magda’s nose wrinkled at the clouds of smoke that wafted in her direction. She thought about asking him to extinguish his pipe, but she ultimately decided against it. Magda had been surprised by Kaalim’s resignation from his post, but even more surprised by his comportment following that transition. Kaalim, as far as she could discern, had given up. As for the present moment, Magda was unwilling to be a sympathetic ear.
“You invited them in, Kaalim,” Magda stated bluntly as she raised an eyebrow at him, “What did you expect? What you call paranoia feels more like common sense. In diplomacy there are always strings attached—surely you know that.”
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Nov 26, 2022 18:14:41 GMT -5
His voice boomed as it shed that nonchalant tone of before, "And I did everything asked Magda, everything, I changed a great deal when the exchange was for protection but as we've seen...that's led to it's own damage has it not? Ra'ed is dead...secret fucking missions...fucking Kennet and he condescending attitude," he was crushing his pipe now and a faint glow touched the tattooed runes, "I have no one to blame but myself. I bent a knee to a foreign King like a coward because if I hadn't the dogs of Lorendale would have eradicated Coheed...what choice did I have? And now...well now I'm just going to live with it as far away from it as I can get," the glow was gone and he looked at the crushed pipe in his hand, "Because one day I'm going to go so savage you won't stop me."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 28, 2022 20:25:13 GMT -5
“Good.”
Magda spat as she stepped forward, undeterred by the glowing runes on Kaalim’s skin. Kaalim was angry? Good. That’s how he should be. Coheed—and Magda—did not need the mourning father, smoking his pipe for a bit of peace. It needed a savage. A warrior. Magda looked down at the crushed pipe in his hand. If he didn’t pull away, she’d reach for it, and take his hand in her own. If he pulled away, she’d drop her hand without comment.
“There’s still much you can do for Coheed, Kaalim,” Magda said firmly, eyes blazing, “Rian is the face your kingdom needs right now, but it still needs a general to lead its army. What the time comes…”
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Dec 8, 2022 10:06:46 GMT -5
Kaalim didn't stop her, he didn't tense up either but it wasn't the same feeling he had once before with Magda but he listened to her. The anger that raged constantly within him seemed to dull, "I want to serve my brother to the best of my capability...he is my Chieftain...if he thinks I can lead his armies..I can."
He had held his people together when the threads of their extinction nearly broke, Catrin's words echoed with Magda's and he was seeing for the first time he had done enough. They were thriving and peace time wasn't good for the taste of battle so many Coheedain men craved. Passing the torch and getting back to his roots? That was his new path perhaps.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 15, 2022 19:57:15 GMT -5
“He does,” Magda answered without hesitation, “And so do I.” She’d seen how powerful Kaalim could be. He was an asset to Coheed still; of that, there was no doubt. Kaalim still had the gravitas of a leader, but he was not the kind that they needed now.
They needed a schemer. A snake in the grass. Someone like Magda at Rian’s side/
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jan 5, 2023 21:12:38 GMT -5
"You...do?" Kaalim perhaps for once in a long time was fully focused on Magda his dark oak colored eyes actually told more than his question eluded, "Though...I guess being the wife to the chieftain and a Minister of Foreign affairs does make disposable at your request too."