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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Elletta grinned and tilted her head in a bit of a challenge back at Zevran. She might not win but she was confident she wouldn't lose st the very least. "Course! Was raised in a tavern. Knows my way 'round a drink."
@berengar's question certainly had her snort. "Dunno since she only sai' one roun'. But we gots a bonus!" She wasn't slurring her words by any means but the country bumbfuck nowhere accent she'd had was certainly getting stronger. Which if she wasn't focusing on her words, had a tendency to come out on a good day. And today, she was refusing to care because she just wanted a good time.
He grinned at both Ber and Elletta, turning to lean against the bar. "Well, I sure as shit don't have any money, so someone better be able to cover for me." He glanced at the overworked bartender before letting his gaze wander, picking out any familiar face. His gaze finally landed on Elodie Atwood and he whistled, his eyebrows rising.
"I suppose that's the noble you're talking about? She definitely looks out of place here. Is she a soldier?" He couldn't imagine there'd be any other reason for her to be here, but there were certainly things about Nevermere he still didn't understand.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Jan 25, 2023 14:14:27 GMT -5
Octavius could have kept his hold of Fabian, but he chose not to. He let the man squirm free of his grasp like the pathetic worm that he was, glaring after him as he scurried inside the tavern to hide behind Kat. The soldier's eyes flickered back through the window, observing the commotion. He wanted to go in, to enjoy the people, but he was no longer in the mood.
Like Haider said, the two soldiers could afford the drinks with their bonuses in hand, but that didn’t mean Ber wanted to pay if he didn’t have to. Especially when the noble who had so generously purchased their last round looked like she could be convinced to buy a couple more.
He could tell when his friend had found her by the whistle, and he glanced over at Zevran with a grin. “Not a clue. They’ve been recruiting a lot lately, but she doesn’t seem the type, does she.” Clapping the other man on the shoulder, he followed his gaze and said, “Think you can go get another round or two outta her?” If Zevran had charmed the king into fighting a war, then charming a noblewoman ought to be no problem for him. Ber gestured between himself and @elletta . “We’ll cover the rest. Right, Haider?”
If Zevran seemed amenable, he would use the hand on his shoulder to lightly push him in the direction of Elodie Atwood , sending him on his noble quest. Ber would then take the newly vacated spot, leaning back against the bar to watch the show unfold. After a moment, he’d glance over at Haider. “Said you were raised in a tavern? Must be used to all this, then.”
Zevran continued to look Elodie Atwood over, a smirk slowly overtaking his face at Ber's implications. He was right, she didn't seem the type to be a soldier, but then again, why else would she be here? It only intrigued Zevran further and he took a step towards her. He flashed a grin at his friend as he gave him a little push towards her, though Zevran hardly needed the encouragement.
Rune was still tucked away in her little corner by the bar, now munching on a scrap of meat the bartender had tossed to her. Thankfully they'd been to this tavern a couple times and he knew she wasn't just some random animal off the streets. So Zevran crossed the small bit of space on his own, leaning back against the bar next to Elodie.
"I hear you're responsible for at least some of this drunken chaos. It's very kind of you to be paying for everyone's drinks." He flashed her a toothy grin. He surely hoped he could accomplish this task that Ber had set him on. It was easy for him to get his way with Dresmondi as they had the same expectations as him, but Nevermere women were still a total mystery to him.
He waved to the rowdy crowd of soldiers around them and the general chaos that filled the room, "This doesn't really seem like your type of crowd though." He tipped his head to the side, studying her in a curious manner.
Post by Elodie Atwood on Jan 27, 2023 16:47:00 GMT -5
Elodie’s face fell when Octavius Wulfbrand took his leave. A shame. No matter; surely there was another gentleman in this unwashed place handsome enough to catch her interest. She thought idly that if her mother knew she was scanning a tavern like this for potential suitors, she’d eat her hat. Perhaps there were no suitors to be found here, but there was nothing wrong with a little fun every now and then.
When Zevran approached, Elodie’s attention would be elsewhere. Though she didn’t startle, she turned to him with curious surprise. Her surprise only intensified when she took in the man to her right. There was something different about him, out of place. Elodie’s brow pinched together.
“A little liquor makes for quick company,” She returned playfully, “And I’ll take any crowd that will dance when there’s music.”
He was already finding himself pleasantly surprised by the conversation. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it pleased him none the less. He looked toward the dance floor that was already filling with people, the merriment and excitement lighting his eyes.
Pushing away from the bar, he turned towards her and offered her a hand, one eyebrow rising, "Well if it's dancing you enjoy, might I ask you to join me for a dance or two? I promise not to step on your toes." He smiled at her, waiting patiently for her answer.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jan 31, 2023 15:47:14 GMT -5
Aldrich was on his way to the military wing after having spent some time at the Midnight House. While making his way through the streets of Skia, he passed by another tavern, and a lively one at that. Before he really noticed it himself, he had slowed down his pace until he was standing still near the window that allowed him to glance inside. There was a large crowd inside, voices and laughter filled the chilly night air. After rubbing his hands together to warm them, he pushed his shoulder against the door and entered the establishment.
The sergeant made his way over to the bar, waving down a barmaid and ordering a big pint of ale. A megapint, if you will. Right after he had paid, he heard a man next to him (Zevran ) ask a woman (Elodie Atwood ) for a dance. 'Twas an adorable sight, the foreign looking man waiting for her approval while holding out his hand. "The lady's like a lil' initiative, brother", he spoke, pushing past Zevran, leaving the ale on the bar, and putting an arm around Elodie's waist, adding some pressure to it in order to move her over to the dancefloor. If he succeeded, he'd see right then and there what her reaction was. If not, well, the same went for that situation. He did not realise Elodie was a soldier, a young one too, and a possible trainee of his. Oh well.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2023 15:54:02 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Elodie Atwood on Jan 31, 2023 18:54:25 GMT -5
Yes, something was definitely different from this one. Perhaps under other circumstances, Elodie would have put two and two together and gotten four, but without a dyr at his side, the source of Zevran’s mistique was not easily identifiable—which made it all the more appealing. Her cousin seemed to have forgotten about her entirely, which suited Elodie just fine. She was living dangerously, trying on a version of herself that wasn’t so prim and proper, and my was it a thrill.
That thrill was sharply replaced with a big dose of reality.
It took Elodie a moment to process what was happening. She was taken aback when the newcomer, Aldrich Abbott, pushed Zevran aside. But that was nothing compared to her total amazement when the man wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. The pressure of his hold was enough to snap Elodie out of her senses. She was no ordinary trainee; no commoner used to the rough and tumble of a tavern or the advances of strange men. She was Elodie Atwood: the prized daughter of one of Nevermere’s wealthiest families. A woman used to the comforts and protections that high society afforded her, and the deference of everyone she encountered.
With rage burning in her eyes, Eldoie would jerk away, pull her hand back, and attempt to slap Aldrich Abbott across the face as hard as her little frame could muster.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Feb 1, 2023 6:37:47 GMT -5
It seemed Octavius Wulfbrand hadn't heard Kasper because the man left without a second glance or acknowledgement, that had a bit of a sting but Kasper didn't call out or make a scene, "oh, well I'll go and fuck off then," and he stepped back into the tavern just as someone was about to cock back and smack the piss fire out of someone which put two things into play with Kasper: be responsible as the Leuitnent he is and stop them or act like he didn't see what was about to happen and watch the woman smack the piss fire out of the man....
Zevran's eyes widened, anger quickly flashing in them as the man pushed past him and immediately claimed Elodie by physically wrapping an arm around her waist. Zevran's gaze latched onto the arm the man had slung around, staring at it as if he could burn it off. There was nothing worse than someone who touched another in such a possessive manner without first asking for permission.
Sensing Zevran's growing anger, Rune hopped up and crept through the crowd, moving until she could watch what was happening, though still keeping her distance so she wouldn't be noticed by the others with him.
Zevran's mouth popped open to protest, to say something in Elodie's defense, though she quite quickly proved she didn't need anyone to come to her defense at all. As soon as she pulled away and her hand came up in the air, Zevran's anger turned to smugness, his lips tilting up in a smirk as he awaited the satisfying sound of her hand slapping the bastard right across the face.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Feb 2, 2023 10:01:41 GMT -5
Aldrich had never been especially good at calculating the odds in a situation. To him, a situation in which Elodie Atwood slapped him in the face had a 50/50 chance of occurring, while in reality, the odds were stacked against him from the start. Almost no women liked being psychically handles by a man they didn't or barely knew.
Her hand loudly landed on his face. The instructor blinked, rubbed his cheek and then grinned. "A feisty one, aye?" he said, winking at her. "Great reaction speed, you ought to be a soldier." Abbott never really concerned himself with remembering names or faces, which meant he didn't realise that he would have probably seen Elodie before in his drill training.
Kat was enjoyed her evening again, @faylin was good company as far as company went. Especially since apparently men were determined to act a fool. She didn't think someone who tried to dress up for a night at a tavern was anything special. But then she straight up smacked the shit out of a handsy officer.
Popping onto her chair she shouted, with usual Van Zant gusto and not to be ignored. "I think the handsy one should buy everyone a round now." Was Aldrich Abbott an officer? Yes, but that didn't matter too much when you were drinking and acting a fool. At that point you were just a guy with a big mouth.
Elletta grinned in agreement to covering the drinks, happy to have some rather pleasant drinking company. Or potential drinking company, as she watched Zevran head off towards the noble lady (Elodie Atwood ). She squeezed in enough room to at least perch an arm on the bar so that she could get a refill when she was ready for the next one. Still, she was angled just enough to watch Zevran while she talked with Ber.
She turned to @berengar while still keeping Zevran in her sights. She really wanted to see how this was going to play out with him and the noble gal. "This un's busier than my pa's place ou' in the boonies. Small li'l place, wit' a bunch o' old drunk men who gots handsy all'o time." Her nose wrinkled at the memory, eyes dark for a second before she shook her head.
"Anywho-" She caught movement and turned to see the noble gal slap- "Oh my goddess, she jus' slapped a trainer fo' gettin' handsy!" She guffawed. "Good ons her!" Oh man, seeing Aldrich Abbott get slapped was pure gold, even if he was above her rank.
Ber shifted over to give @elletta some room at the bar as she moved to join him, nodding at her words as his gaze drifted back toward his friend’s departing back. “This place sounds more fun,” He said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought of handsy old drunk men. Those were, unfortunately, ubiquitous, though typically not his problem. “But I suppose a tavern’s a tavern.”
Much like Haider’s, Ber’s attention was split between carrying on a conversation with the person beside him and watching Zevran attempt to woo another round or two out of Elodie Atwood . He had faith in his friend, and if the way the witch seemed receptive to the Dresmondi’s approach - or, at least, hadn’t immediately walked away - was any indication, a positive outcome seemed promising.
Then Aldrich Abbott swaggered over and grabbed the noblewoman as if he owned the place and everyone in it. Affronted, admittedly a tad more by the threat to his free drinks than by the insult to the lady, Ber pushed himself upright from his casual lean against the bar. “That son of a—“ Before the words had finished rolling off his tongue, a loud slap broke through the noise of the tavern. Ber’s irritation evaporated into glee, and with Haider chortling beside him, he found a wide grin spreading across his own face. “Yes, she did,” He agreed, and even the sight of @katerina climbing atop her chair couldn’t temper the absolute joy at having witnessed someone finally do to Abbott what they’d all been dying to do.
Winters, as it turned out, had a fantastic idea, and Ber took up the call from his place by the bar. “Yeah!” He shouted over the din, pointing at Abbott as if he didn’t know the man’s name. “Drinks on the handsy one! Drinks on him!” Even if the officer didn’t want to pay, the soldier would do his best to rally the entire tavern into pressuring him into it. When the alcohol had dried up and the sun had risen again, there would likely be retribution for the events of the night, but the drill instructor was a menace in the military wing anyway. After all, it wasn’t every day that Ber had the opportunity for getting some form of payback on asshole officers.