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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A little resourcefulness and creativity could go a long way in a place like Elderkeep. The physical ruins of Dresmond’s history lay scattered all around the city: in the wall of wagons on its perimeter, in the dilapidated structures that the Dresmondi called homes, and in the scrap heaps stacked out of the way. The chilly Hiems morning found Citra digging through one such pile, which was located on the outskirts of the city where the isolation made it relatively safer for her to focus on her task. With both hands, she heaved a large piece of wood out of the way, putting her legs into the work and wishing once more that she was bigger than she was. It would make physical labor like this easier.
Brushing her hands on her pants, she peered back into the pile of junk for the glint of metal that had caught her— There it was. Another moment passed, and Citra stood there sizing up her prize. The rectangular bit of metal was small enough to hold with one hand, but it was smooth - and more than that, it was reflective. She rubbed it with her shirt, clearing away some of the grime, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the crude mirror. It wasn’t perfect and would need more polishing, but it would suit her purposes. Perhaps she could trade something for a tanner or leather worker to make a strap that would make it easier to hold.
Satisfied, Citra pocketed her find and, after a cursory glance around her, looked back toward the scrap pile. A half-hearted kick at another wooden board dislodged something out of sight that resulted in an animal-like squeal and skittering noises coming from inside the stack. Eyes narrowed, the teenager froze for a moment before quietly crouching down and peering at it closer as if she could discern the vermin’s location in doing so. Her hand fell to the dagger on her thigh, and her mind began working through this new challenge: how to catch her next meal.
Citra wasn't the only one who tried to find treasures in the junk around town. Aydin also did this, although they didn't do it as often anymore as a few years back. You had to be lucky to find something worthwhile, and getting all covered in dust more often than not simply wasn't worth it. That chilly day, they were walking around town, near the outskirts, covered in fabrics to battle the wind. They weren't there with the purpose of digging through garbage, but they wanted to clear their mind a bit. She was tired of sitting by fires, although most of them were pretty empty now that it was morning. A movement caught her eye. The Dresmondi faced the direction of the movement and saw a person shifting through garbage, moving wooden boards. Silently, Aydin approached the figure, and as she got closer, she noticed that she had met this person before. A grimace appeared on their face. Ember told to her that there was an animal in the pile of junk. He had picked up the squealing and told her it was a rat or something.
Aydin stopped a few meters away from the girl and commanded Ember to use his power. The little critter's nose twitched and he readied himself. He manipulated the sand around them, causing a flood of sand to cover the pile the girl was shifting through. "Tsk tsk", Aydin said, shaking her head as she walked around to the other side of the pile. "You were not really going to eat a rat, right?"
With a sudden movement that could only have been caused by a dyr, the earth around Citra shifted and sand rose up to cover the scrap heap. Muttering a quiet, vehement swear under her breath, the teenager quickly abandoned her mission and looked around for the cause, grabbing the hilt of the dagger on her thigh. The perpetrator revealed herself as she stepped around the pile of sand and junk, and as she recognized the woman with the tiny earth dyr, Citra narrowed her eyes. “What is your problem,” She asked, sidestepping the taunt altogether. “What do you want.”
With the same kind of hostility as the first time she had met the kid, the young woman responded by asking Aydin what her problem was. The somewhat older Dresmondi shrugged, walking closer to Citra and then stopping again. "Nothing", she then replied. "I'm just bored and recognised you. Thought I'd stop by to ask you why on earth you'd eat a rat when there's far more delicious animals out there."
Aydin leaned her head to the side, looking Citra up and down. "Do you know how to hunt?"
Citra eyed the other woman as she approached but did nothing more than stand up all the way so that she wasn’t being towered over. With her hand still on the hilt of her dagger, the teenager noted that the two of them were of a similar size and looked for any sign of the dyr she knew had to be there. If push came to shove, Citra thought she could take the stranger in a straight out fight, but the elemental abilities always skewed the odds not in her favor.
Boredom, in Citra’s opinion, was not a valid excuse for ruining what could have been a meal. “Food is food,” She stated, an explanation in and of itself. Beggars couldn’t be choosers; in Elderkeep, they were all beggars, and none more than a girl too young for a dyr.
The question and the look that accompanied it had the teenager studying the young woman in turn. She had never been shown how to hunt, but she thought it was probably fairly similar to scavenging and stealing, which she did know how to do. Either way, she didn’t want to admit such ignorance to a stranger who had tried to get her into trouble the last time they’d met - not when hunting used the same weapons as fighting, and the ability to defend oneself was integral to survival. So instead, she answered the question with one of her own: “Why do you want to know?”
It was amusing to see how cautious the younger one was of her. Aydin couldn't blame her but yet she found it humouring. The girl was defensive too. Food is food. While that might be true, eating a rat really wasn't the most appetising meal. They carried diseases, and you were more at risk of obtaining a disease yourself by eating them than eating a rabbit or a deer.
What the girl seemed to be best at was answering a question with a question. Aydin rolled their eyes and played with a loose curl that was hanging near her shoulder. "Because I could teach you."
Even though the young woman hadn't admitted it when they met before, the older Dresmondi was fairly sure that she didn't have a dyr. That made her vulnerable already. But knowing to hunt could help her, especially because she'd also be able to protect herself with a bow.
The offer of knowledge was a generous one, and the apparent altruism had Citra eyeing the stranger with suspicion. No one offered anything, much less useful information, for free. In a city where every resource was limited and in high demand, there was always a cost, always some invisible string attached to every kindness. Even though knowing how to hunt could only benefit her, the teenager's next words were no less defensive than before. "Why would you do that?" And, perhaps more pertinently, what did she want in return?
Aydin didn't show any emotions when Citra asked her why she would do that. Aydin played with a loose thread of her shirt and shrugged a bit. "Look, I know I wasn't especially kind the last time we met, okay?" The Dresmondi looked up again at the younger woman. "I was trying to have a conversation and you were suspicious of me, which annoyed me. But you were right to behave like that. It's hard to trust people these days." They scratched their head a bit. "But I know that you don't have a dyr, and that will make surviving in Dresmond even more difficult than it already is. I want to help you, because I know what it's like to be alone." It was the most honest that Aydin had been in a long time, but they were still careful enough to not reveal a lot of sensitive information about themselves. "Nothing will change if nobody takes the first step."
Citra was not overly familiar with apologies and explanations. None of the soldiers, let alone the Eldouir themselves, stopped to explain why they did anything nor did they ever apologize - they just did what they wanted because they could, because they were by far the strongest people in Elderkeep and no one could stop them. That this woman was offering both was enough to make Citra pause.
She spoke of trust as if it was something that hadn’t died a brutal death many years ago, and she spoke of an empathy and compassion that Citra had long since stopped expecting from strangers.
Citra did not deny the claim about her lack of a dyr, but her hand still rested on the dagger at her thigh. “It’s better that nothing changes.” After years of fending for herself, Citra knew Elderkeep. She knew its streets and how to identify its most threatening occupants and how to read the shifts in atmosphere as time wore on. She knew how to survive in this city as it was and as she was, and changing things would only threaten that delicate balance. Not to mention that any change would almost certainly be a negative one.
But hunting, for real, would unquestionably be a useful skill to learn. “If you teach me how to hunt,” She said after a moment. “What do you want in return.”
It became obvious to Aydin that the hostile Citra simply hadn't known a time before trust and promises were thing that were bound to be broken. She didn't want anything to change, but if only she knew how much better Dresmond would be if things changed, preferably to the way they used to be before the Eldouir took over and the earthquake split the ground. Life had been about living and not surviving. Aydin greatly missed those times. She didn't go against Citra though. There was no use in trying to change someone's mind if they didn't know what they were on about. She didn't know what the older Dresmondi in the land missed.
"You're not going to believe me if I say I don't want anything in return, so let's settle on a small thing. I want you to cook what we catch with me and have a meal together. At my wagon. Where it's safe, and not out in the open." She tilted her head to the side a bit, curious if Citra would agree or not.
The other girl was right. Citra wouldn’t have believed her if she claimed to want nothing in return, but on the whole, cooking food and sharing a meal seemed doable. The prospect of entering the stranger’s wagon, however, had her hesitating; if she wanted to ambush Citra, isolating her in a place familiar to only one of them would be the perfect place to do so. Dark eyes studied the other girl. Physically, she wasn’t that much bigger than Citra, but her dyr made all the difference: a little rodent who could control earth could hurt the teenager before she even had a chance to fight back.
But then, they were isolated here, too, weren’t they? If the stranger wanted to hurt Citra, nothing was stopping her from doing so now. It wasn’t like anyone would care. She decided to take a risk. “Okay,” Citra said, nodding once. “You show me how to hunt, and then I cook the catch and eat it with you.” A pause. “What do you hunt?”
At least they came to an agreement. That was something, and Aydin hadn't expected Citra to agree to her idea. But she was glad the younger Dresmondi did. It was smart if her to be wary of people, but Aydin didn't like being a bitch to younger, more vulnerable Dresmondi's. They genuinely just wanted to help now. Perhaps it was some kind of a - urgh, yikes - mother instinct?
"Good", they said. She smiled lightly at Citra. "I hunt whatever I can. I prefer deer, because they give you more meat and if you know how, you can keep it for later. And they're bigger, so it's easier to shoot them than it is to shoot a rabbit. But... There aren't that many deer around, so we'll have to do with rabbits."
Aydin wiped her hands on her pants and held it out to the girl. "I'm Aydin, by the way. And the little guy is Ember." Ember's tail flicked when he heard his name.
"Do you have a bow, or should we gather stuff to make one? I'm sure we can find some bendable wood and string somewhere around this dump", they said, looking around at the piles of garbage.
Although the teenager couldn’t fathom why she only wanted to share a meal, the stranger seemed pleased that Citra had accepted the terms. With the necessary order of events - hunting and then cooking whatever they caught - if something went wrong or the woman went back on her word, then Citra could always leave early without having wasted anything more than time.
She listened and nodded her understanding at the explanation of the other person’s prey of choice. Then a hand was extended and two names were offered. Citra looked at the hand, looked at the girl, then over at the dyr. After a moment, she took the hand and introduced herself shortly, “Citra.” Another long pause before she offered up the second name she gave to anyone who asked about a dyr - and anyone who didn’t, too. “And Solus.” This one was accompanied by a pointed look. “He’s small and very shy.”
When Aydin glanced around, Citra watched her before casting a quick glance around at their surroundings. “I don’t have a bow.” And she knew very little about making one; her mother had been a fletcher, not a bow-maker. “How much wood do we need?”
Citra. Finally the face had a name. They simply smiled softly when the girl introduced her invisible dyr. Solus. Sure. But she didn't say anything. She was okay with the girl pretending to be old enough to have a dyr. After all, Citra had already agreed to let Aydin help her learn how to hunt, and she didn't want to push her luck. So she asked if the other woman had a bow. But she didn't.
"We don't need a lot", she responded, crouching down and going through the garbage on the ground. "Just a piece of wood that's sturdy but bendable enough, and then some strong yarn, or a very thin rope." If they didn't find anything useful, she'd let Citra use her own bow, but it was easier to teach something when you both had the same item ready for use.
Nodding her understanding, Citra watched as Aydin started digging through the scrap pile. For a moment, she merely stood there before, casting a cautious glance around the area, she knelt down and proceeded to search as well. A sturdy but bendable piece of wood and some sort of fiber with some amount of elasticity for the string. “How much wood do we need?” She asked. “And how much string?”