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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Warren kept his eyes on the fight throughout. He was surprised to see how each of them approached the spar. He'd watched them fight other soldiers plenty of times, but there was more pressure this time around. His eyes moved to the side to rest on Regan for a moment. She was watching the fight with equal focus, and it was her attention, not Warren's, that made the two fighters work a little harder.
That is, until Sliva stopped the fight. "Watch your language in front of your superiors, Mr. Stormcrest," Warren warned as the young man made his irritation clear. He didn't move toward them, though. Regan seemed happy enough to approach Sliva instead and Warren wasn't sure which of them was more likely to be harder on her. Stopping a spar instead of letting it reach it's natural ending was not all that common. Defeat was earned, not taken. It was important for them to know their limits, but retracting herself from a real fight would never be an option and Zarha had to know that, so why she simply gave up puzzled Warren.
While Regan spoke to her, he merely watched. He couldn't hear what she was saying to Sliva, but this was what the younger girl had wanted - advice from the woman she'd watched punch a heavy bag across the court yard. You learn the hard way.
"That's a reasonable amount of time, Ms. Sliva," Warren said in response to Regan's assertion of a second spar. "And there will be no forfeits. Nevermeran soldiers do not forfeit."
Post by Zarha Sliva on Nov 30, 2022 12:38:11 GMT -5
Zahra watched as Regan came closer to her and doesn't matter how hard she tried Regan had managed to move her eyes to forcus on how but as soon as she was finished speak she move her head away. However when Regan said there was to be a spar in two weeks and woodwick said to her that that was more then enough time for her. like how does he know how much time she needs? It going to take her longer.
She doesn't know what to say and it was irrating for Zahra. "Yes I understand." Annoyace was in Zahra's eyes annoyed at herself more than anything.
The admonishment from Woodwick did not surprise him; the moment the word had slipped from his mouth, Ber knew the Lieutenant would say something, as if they both didn’t spend all day surrounded by foulmouthed soldiers. Crossing his arms, the soldier grumbled an irritated “Yes, sir,” though the object of his ire was for once not the other man himself. Lassiter approached them and passed by him with what he took as silent approval before heading directly to Sliva. Ber couldn’t hear the words that were exchanged, nor, quite frankly, did he really care.
He may have gotten the fight he’d wanted, but Sliva snatching away the victory that had been his to earn had him clenching his jaw as he stared off to the side while the two witches conversed. At the last second, too. If she was just going to give up and run away, then why would she even bother stepping up to fight in the first place? Victory itself, because technically he had still won, hadn’t even meant that much to him. It was the way it had had been his, and then it very much wasn’t. Ber wanted to hit something. Possibly someone.
Dark eyes moved to Lassiter as the Huntsman issued her orders and stepped back, her own arms crossed. Still keyed up from the fight and now fueled by his anger at how it had ended, he responded, “Understood.” When Woodwick reinforced Lassiter’s words, officially taking away an option that Ber hadn’t even thought existed in the first place, he glanced toward the Lieutenant, then over at Sliva. She seemed annoyed too, as if she had any right to be given that her decision to forfeit was what had caused this in the first place. Now what? He looked back at Lassiter, half waiting to be dismissed so he could go find a punching bag to vent his frustration on.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 2, 2022 19:54:26 GMT -5
Regan felt for Zarha. She knew what it was to be unsure of yourself. But in Regan’s experience, there was no better teacher than defeat. Humiliation could either cripple or motivate, and it was the latter response made one successful. So, instead of offering encouragement, Regan just nodded, looking between Zarha and Ber before turning to Woodwick.
“They’re all yours, Lieutenant.” Her orders delivered and itch scratched, Regan gathered her things and started off the field, casting one more glance over her shoulder at Woodwick before disappearing from view.
"Ms. Lassiter," he nodded, and turned to the side to watch Regan as she left. He was more distracted than he'd expected to be after the spar. Gears spun, trying to come up with any kind of excuse they could think of but nothing at all came to mind. It was simple in a way, but not as simple as he'd like.
Exhaling, he turned back to look at Ber and Zarha. His eyes scanned them, checking to see that both were fine from their own spar. Besides Zarha's pride and Ber's irritation, they had no real injuries, nothing to worry over. And there was little more to be said or done. They had both agreed to the next spar and while neither looked satisfied with what they got from Regan, he figured that was a lesson in and of itself. "As you were, then," he grumbled, walking over to pick up his jacket. Instead of putting it back on, he hung it over his sleeve. He met eyes with Lady Aveline, who seemed to be disappointed with all of it. She threw up her hands and walked away.
He moved into the direction he'd been going before this all started and was once more on his way.
Zahra watched as Regan and Warren leeave as she ran her hand through her hair. She stood there for a moment as she then looked at Ber. "I guess i see you two weeks," She sigh softly as she started running in the direction that Regan went, despite what Ber thinks Zahra could ran at a fast pace for a long time.
(exit Zahra)
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Last Edit: Dec 5, 2022 6:08:42 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
Ber watched Lassiter leave, then turned to the Lieutenant. After a moment, Woodwick dismissed them and left him alone with Sliva, who was just as quick to make herself scarce. Dark eyes watched as ran after Lassiter for some unknown reason before their owner shook his head and turned away to face the punching bag laying forgotten by the stand. With an irritated grunt, he heaved it back into place - how the fuck had Lassiter punched this so far - stepped back, and started giving his best attempt at doing the same. There was no way he could punch it across the courtyard. But, he acknowledged as he imagined himself punching someone instead of something, he hardly needed to do that to find satisfaction in working out some of his frustration.