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
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Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 5, 2022 11:45:14 GMT -5
[ For @warren ]
The times they were a-changin'.
Open court had made that much clear. Any questions about Cassian’s ambitions had been put to rest. The man was not just a king, but a conqueror. So far, that had proved fruitful for the people of Nevermere. Never before had they seen such prosperity, and it seemed this monarch was not going to rest on the laurels of his past success. There were new conquests on the horizon, ones that Hadrian was eager to get underway.
But Hadrian couldn’t do it alone. Nevermere’s military, robust as it was, was spread thin. Not in terms of footsoldiers, but in terms of leadership. Hadrian took great pride in being not just captain of Nevermere’s forces, but a mentor of those under his command. His weakness, however, was a desire to be involved in every aspect of Nevermere’s military operations from the top down.
That was a luxury he couldn’t afford anymore. He needed to delegate to those who had demonstrated they could take on the mantle of leadership.
Hadrian called one such man to his office now: Warren Woodrick. The guard would announce his arrival and Warren would be let in to his office.
All things considered, being called to the Captain Commanders office wasn't entirely uncommon. They had meetings there often enough that it wasn't an unwelcome request but it was uncommon for Warren to be unaware of the circumstances around his summons. Woodwick wasn't really the type to be nervous or anxious. Whatever would be, would be, but he was curious.
He'd come immediately, making the short trip from his own small office to the Commanders. His hands idly straightened the tails of his jacket as he was let into the office and the door was closed behind him. He bowed his head to his superior as he entered, standing at a respectful distance in front of Hadrian's desk and tucking his hands behind his back. "Captain Commander Usher, it's good to see you."
When last Warren had seen the commander, it had been at Open Court. They hadn't spoken directly, but the man before him seemed to have agreed with what he'd said regarding the Eldouirs in Dresmond. Lady Caern had spoken wisely on the subject, and Warren hadn't had much to add in regards to the conversation, he'd merely played the role of objector to Lord Howell's ignorance, but Warren had been glad to know that his own concerns were at least heard by and possibly agreed upon by his superior. "What can I do for you today, Sir?"
Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 8, 2022 15:54:32 GMT -5
Hadrian stood as Lieutenant Woodwick entered, returning his greeting with a sharp nod. Warren was the perfect picture of a Nevermerean soldier: seasoned, disciplined, and entirely committed to his kingdom’s cause. Hadrian was about to find out whether he had the leadership skills to back up those valuable qualities.
“I have a proposition for you,” Hadrian gestured to an open chair on the opposite side of his desk as he sat himself. “You heard of the king’s plans to form a new city on the ruins of Zulu Carr,” He paused, waiting for a nod before continuing, “As you can imagine there are a variety of logistical and political challenges—some we can anticipate, others we cannot. I’ll be taking charge of planning with input from the king and Lady Dela—Caern." Hadrian had gotten into the bad habit of referring to Kennet by her maiden name as a way to distance her from her late husband. But that was not a thing for mixed company.
"I need a point man on implementation of these efforts.” Hadrian stated bluntly. “I hope you might be such a man.”
Hadrian was certain he didn't need to highlight the dangers and rigors of such a venture. More than a few Coheedsman would be hostile to the construction of the new city. Its proximity to Dresmond would make it an initial danger but eventual asset. But this was an opportunity that didn't cross a soldier's path. Should Warren prove himself capable of such a task, this would be quite the feather in his cap.
"A proposition, sir?" He asked as Hadrian gestured to the chair in front of his desk, and Warren took the seat. He sat on the edge of it, his back straight, his hands on his knees. At the mention of Zulu Carr, Warren only nodded his head. He really hadn't heard much about it until it had been brought up at Open Court. One of the Morrigan men had offered his ships as aid, though as far as Warren knew it, there were no ships needed between mountains. It had brought about a topic Warren was curious to know more about, though it hadn't been his place to ask until now.
Zulu Carr had been destroyed by the Eldouirs and no one had bothered to rebuild it in the last seven years. With Coheed under Nevermeran rule, it made sense to place a stronghold there. It'd be easier to keep an eye on the Coheedsmen and soldiers stationed there could be the first line of defense or reconnaissance regarding possible attackers hoping to cross the mountains to Skia. All that said, Hadrian was right. It was going to be a challenging endeavor. "Absolutely, Commander. I can and will be where ever and what ever you need me to be." There was no hesitation in his response. Clear, confident, concise. His sisters and their families could take care of his mother. He had no family of his own to worry about. Just an empty estate. Why would he hesitate?
"You said you'll be taking charge of planning. I'm assuming that means that implementation is a ways off? What do you need from me to make it easier?" He nodded his head to one side. "Or faster, I suppose. Is there a timeline of any kind we're looking to achieve?"
Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 9, 2022 22:10:43 GMT -5
Good. Hadrian expected nothing less from Woodwick, of course, but it was still good to have his enthusiasm for the task confirmed. With that out of the way, Hadrian shed a little bit of the formality. He sighed wearily.
“The king wants the city standing by next summer. Gives us a little less than a year to see it to completion. It’s ambitious, yes, but once we start building, it’s best we work quickly. All the more reason to have the pieces in place before we break ground.” Hadrian reached down into his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. It was still a little early in the day for a drink, but that had never stopped the captain commander before. He poured two glasses and pushed one in Warren’s direction across the desk.
“The biggest nightmare will be ensuring our forces aren’t spread too thin. I’m hopeful once more women in Coheed are trained we can shift some of those forces to Zulu Carr. Or whatever we decide to call it.” Hadrian took a long sip. “First priority for you is ensuring our soldiers are in tip-top shape. I’m upping the incentives for those that enlist after their mandatory service. That will mean more greenies but,” Hadrian shrugged with a smile, “I have no doubt you can whip them into shape quickly…captain.”
Hadrian grinned as he let the meaning of his words sink it. There was a benevolent sparkle in his stormy eyes as he enjoyed one of the more satisfying parts of his job: issuing promotions.
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A year. That wasn't a lot of time. "That's a lot of moving pieces," he thought out loud. It wasn't just the fact that the city would be built within Coheed, or that the Dresmondi showing up meant the possibility of problems from that side. It was also logistics. Builders, painters, people to pave the roads, people to secure water supplies and to transport livestock and prepare the farming lands. No doubt it would start small and grow outward, like most cities did, but even a small city took a lot of time to build.
But if that was what the King wanted, that was what he would get.
As one of the glasses was pushed in front of Warren, he picked it up and nodded. "Thank you, sir," he said, sitting back in his seat. It wasn't often that Warren found an occasion to drink. Open Court had certainly made him want to drink, but being busy at work often kept him from it. Didn't mean he didn't enjoy it, though. He pulled the glass to his lips and took a sip of it. The flavor, but even more so the burn, was pleasant.
Even as Hadrian explained his main concerns, Warren's mind was working his way through the truth of it. They were spread thin, and fewer soldiers had been remaining in service after their mandatory six. They'd been enjoying a time of relative peace and likely few saw any good reason to join unless they were poor and needed the consistent money. Incentives were a good idea, but with talk of the possibility of war with the Eldouirs now beginning to spread, it'd still be a hard sell. No one wanted to fight those monsters. Not even the seasoned soldiers.
So, really, the words took more than a minute to sink in. "I've noticed a trend of soldiers who are weaker in regards to tactical thinking and group work, so I've been focusing --" he trailed off, brown eyes moving from whatever point in the background they'd formally locked on and returning to the Captain Commander in front of him when the realization finally hit him. "Sir?" He asked at first, as if for clarification. His expression remained serious, as it always did, but he had subconsciously sat up a little taller and straightened his back.
"Is this contingent on the finishing of the Zulu Carr project within the time constraints? I feel I've done nothing particularly outstanding as of late to warrant a promotion." Not necessarily humble, but realistic at least. It wasn't that he felt he wasn't doing his job - just the opposite, he was consistently hard working and always tried to pinpoint weak spots to focus on in training. But he'd been doing that ever since he'd become Lieutenant, so what else had changed other than the project?
Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 13, 2022 18:41:43 GMT -5
Hadrian smirked, shrugging a little as he took a sip of his whiskey. “I’ve been doing this for some time, Lieutenant. At some point, you stop perseverating and learn to trust your gut. The position needs to be filled, I believe you’re the one to fill it.” He leaned forward, setting his glass on the table, “There will be no announcement yet. My plan is to send you to Zulu Carr as captain formally. Until then, you’ll be acting in the role, but will retain the title of lieutenant.”
It didn't feel like a big jump. He was ready to take on the role and the responsibility. It was what he had been working toward for the entirety of his career in the Nevermeran military. To move up in rank as far as possible only made sense and he felt he could do the job. He just hadn't expected it.
"That's very reasonable," he replied, nodding. "Thank you, Commander. It's an honor to even be considered. I assure you, I won't let you down. I'll begin creating more thorough plans for the soldiers, and spending more time observing them and training with them so I can better assess their weaknesses and narrow the focus of their training." The serious look on his face as he worked through his ideas might not have screamed elation, but his heart was racing. He was more than pleased, and his first thought had been of his father. He'd have to write to his Mother and sisters to let them know.
Taking a quick sip from his cup, he looked back up. "Have any of the Coheedsman been made aware of this yet? Minister Ivanova has been working closely with them, has she not? She must have some idea of how they might feel about a new city being reconstructed there."
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Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 13, 2022 22:05:04 GMT -5
Hadrian nodded, in agreement with his assessment of priorities. With an empire stretched so thin, even lower-ranking soldiers would need to be equipped to make educated decisions on the fly. Investing in leadership skills from the top down while ensuring the chain of command was respected would be a tricky needle to thread. No doubt about it. But Nevermere’s military was a mammoth; if anyone could do such things, she could.
The name ‘Minister Ivanova’ had Hadrian chuckle and shake his head. Magda Ivanova. There were few names that elicited such mixed emotions when spoken allowed. Hadrian hadn’t had many interactions with the woman one-on-one. He trusted Kennet’s judgment when she said Magda was not entirely to be trusted, but still…Magda had served the crown dutifully for many years. Yes, her methods had been scandalous and at times downright repulsive, but he still thought she could be useful. In any case, Magda had but some strange twist of fate made herself the chieftain’s wife. That much couldn’t be overlooked.
“They haven’t yet, no,” Hadrian said, “But I’m sure they’ll find out soon enough. Perhaps it would be worthwhile for you to meet with Minister Ivanova before she leaves for Coheed. See if she has any initial…words of wisdom.”
Warren was always weary of the Coheedsman. Maybe it was because of his time at war with them, but he knew them to be a proud people. Although Nevermere had not been involved in the destruction of Zulu Carr, they were aligned with Loren, who the Eldouirs worked under. While the Coheedsmen had given him no recent reason to doubt them, he still couldn't be sure that they would take too kindly to the building of a new city over the ashes of their fallen one. So when Hadrian mentioned that he should speak to Minister Ivanova, Warren nodded.
"Yes, I think I'll do that, sir," he agreed. While Warren wasn't entirely up to date on the comings and goings of Magda Ivanova, he knew that she'd become very close with some of the men from Coheed. One might think that was natural for the minister of foreign affairs assigned to Coheed, but Warren thought it was unprofessional and made her biased when she should be unbiased. Regardless, her reaction would be telling no matter what she might actually say. She had no reason to appease someone like Warren, after all. "Do you know when she'll be departing again?"
Post by Hadrian Usher on Nov 18, 2022 19:50:13 GMT -5
Hadrian shrugged.
“Sometime in the next couple of days. She’s staying at the castle, I believe. She’s an…easy woman to find.” Hadrian smirked. That was understating it a tad. “In any case, I’ll send word she’s to expect you. I’m sure she’ll have opinions on the whole thing, but take them all with a grain of salt. She’s been in Coheed for a long time.”
Going native in Coheed wasn’t a problem exclusive to Magda Ivanova. Warren would know well that there’d been more than a few problems with soldiers becoming too comfortable in their occupied lands. Hadrian made a point of rotating soldiers out of Coheed regularly, lest they forget where they came from. They were out to change Coheed, after all. Not the other way around.
There was something in Hadrian's warning about Magda's opinions that made Warren think that she wouldn't be the only one unhappy with the decision to build over Zulu Carr. If Magda didn't care for the idea, than it was possible that the Coheedsmen shared her thoughts. Though he hadn't known man of the men to put much stock in the opinions of women, Magda was no mere woman. She was a representative of both Nevermere and Coheed. The Coheedsmen valued honor and Warren didn't know how women were expected to gain it, but if anyone could, it was probably her.
But these were only more assumptions. He couldn't truly know until he spoke with her, and even then, could he really be sure what the Coheedsmen wanted?
"Good, I'll see to it that I seek her out soon and speak with her personally. Thank you for sending word for me, Commander." He took another drink from the whiskey he'd been poured. "Whatever comes of it will be put to good use. Regardless, we'll make certain the city is built within the time the King wishes." His eyes moved back up to meet Hadrian's. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?"
Warren wasn't one to linger. As far as he was concerned, the message had been delivered and he now had a lot of work to do. He wanted to get to it as soon as possible. But he didn't want to look too eager to leave. While he was a workaholic, he greatly liked and respected Hadrian and he didn't want to insult his company. "Oh, I understand congratulations are in order, you're expecting a grandchild, are you not?"
Post by Hadrian Usher on Dec 1, 2022 11:39:27 GMT -5
“No, you’re dismissed,” Hadrian stood, finishing his drink in one toss before Warren asked his question. A smile lit his eyes, one that was entirely different from anything Warren would have ever seen from his commander.
“Yes, a grandchild. Makes a man feel old, but,” He shrugged, still grinning, “If this is what it means, then it’s a pleasure to be so.”
As Hadrian threw back his drink, Warren joined him in doing so and placed the used glass next to Hadrian's on the desk. The look on the commanders face was genuine, and appreciated it. As heavy a topic as it might have been for himself, he could still be happy for those who had the good fortune to feel something that he could not. "We're old regardless, aren't we, Sir?" He asked, sharing a quick grin in response. "That's excellent. I hope her pregnancy is easy and your grandchild is born healthy."
Warren reached his hand out, hoping Hadrian would shake it. "Thank you again for the honor, and the opportunity, Commander. I'll begin my work immediately." With little more to be said between them, as he'd already been dismissed, Warren would incline his head to his superior once more before turning to leave.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Dec 4, 2022 20:35:06 GMT -5
Hadrian dipped his head in return and watched Warren leave. He had now doubts that his confidence was well placed. The kingdom needed soldiers like Warren, now more than ever. He returned to his duties, feeling that the tiniest bit of weight had been lifted from the mountain of responsibility on his shoulders.