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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Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 13, 2023 14:58:49 GMT -5
for @berengar
Another day, another task of being a soldier. Here she was with Ber, cleaning the weapons that was stored in military wing. It wasn't her favorite task to do, but it was a task that needed to be done. As the weapons have to be in the best care possible. A tedious job at the end of the day and boring. She wish there was more the just her and Ber though, as she have a feeling that Ber dislike her. No matter what she does. She want to ask him but she doesn't know how to bring it up.
"They could at least allow us have a violinist in here to try and liven the mood up a bit." She tried to break the ice a bit with a joke.
Ber suppressed what would have been his fifth yawn in the past ten minutes. Equipment maintenance was tedious at the best of times, but sometimes fate - or, more likely, Woodwick - took pity on him and gave him an interesting partner to work with. Not today. Today, he had the pleasure of sharpening and polishing a large stock of swords and rewrapping their grips with none other than Sliva. Yay.
When she spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen between them, he paused from the sword he was working on and looked over at her. “Listen to many violinists, do you, Sliva?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 14, 2023 6:59:52 GMT -5
It always just Sliva with him, not even a Miss Sliva, just her surname. She looks down at the sword in her hands. "Not many, but it could make this job bearable, having a little music to bop her head to, I don't know have a little fun. To pass the time." It was rare for Zarha for Zarha to say the word fun. However, it better then just sitting here in silence.
“Not sure a violinist would make much of a difference,” Ber said, setting aside the sword he’d been working on and picking up the next. He turned and looked toward the unpleasantly large pile of untouched weapons beside them. “Unless they can snap their fingers and finish all those so we don’t have to.” Ber paused, then looked at Sliva. “You can’t do anything like that, can you?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 17, 2023 18:53:37 GMT -5
The way that Ber said can't made Zarha want to make a remark that was truly not needed. "Stormcrest. I do not know what your problem is.. But at the end of the day we have to work together, like it or not." Her tone was flat. She doesn't know what Ber expect from her, like does she want to know, well if they have to be a team she need to know what his problem is so they can at least find a way to put it aside, cause on the battlefield that won't matter.
Ber simply looked at Sliva as she stated the obvious. “Yes,” He agreed, tone as flat as hers. “At the end of the day, we have to work together.” Unfortunately. He gestured pointedly to the weapons around them. “Last I checked, Sliva, that’s what we were doing. Working together to clean these swords.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 17, 2023 19:22:48 GMT -5
Zarha looked at him, "Then what your problem? ever since the training with Woodwick, you just give me the cold shoulder." She doesn't want to let it affect her, but she feels lonely in this bloody military, doesn't matter what she does people seem to push her away and she doesn't know what to do. She feels lost.
“My problem is that I’m stuck in this room with someone who would rather talk than clean the swords we’ve been told to clean,” Ber shot back, giving the sword in her hands a pointed look before turning away to focus on the one in his. “We are not friends, Sliva. You just need to do your job, and I’ll do mine.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 17, 2023 19:37:36 GMT -5
"who says we can't do both. i don't want to do this as much as you do." She haven't stopped cleaning since they started talking. "i'm not fucking expecting us to be friend, but at the end of the day we need to put whatever the fuck going on aside. there is a fucking war going to happen rather we like it or not. I am going to have your back, but who cares, case it clear you won't have my back."
Did they need to put aside their animosity for the sake of the upcoming war? Ber didn’t think so. “Have you seen the number of soldiers around here lately, Sliva? Do you think they all like each other or all get along?“ He picked up another sword, and his voice turned sharp at her claim. “You might need people to smile at you all the time.” Or shower her with adoration and praise or whatever it was that she needed. “But the rest of us don’t. We know how to not let personal feelings get in the way of us doing our jobs. And we know that when we all march onto that battlefield, our job is to watch each other’s backs.” It was what they had been trained to do - were training to do - and any less would be utterly unacceptable. They were Nevermereans above all else; it was the most basic, fundamental concept the military had taught them. “If you haven’t learned that by now, then you’ve learned nothing.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 17, 2023 20:54:06 GMT -5
Zarha doesn't care what people feel about her, she doesn't care. So she kept her mouth quiet. just cleaning the swords. Just wishing this would hurry up and end. Quicker she was done quicker she can get out aware from Ber.
That seemed to shut her up nicely. For all that she apparently wanted to hold a conversation with him, Sliva was certainly quick enough to fall silent when the one she got wasn’t going her way. He wasn’t sure why she was under the impression that he cared about building any sort of bridge between them when he had spent the past few seasons clearly only tolerating her company because he’d had to. After rebuffing her repeated and random attempts to apologize to him and win his regard, he would have thought it plain that ‘whatever the fuck was going on’ between them, an ignorance that only reinforced his opinion of her, was not something he was interested in resolving.
Regardless, silence, even a tense one like this, suited him just fine. He wouldn’t break it. As long as she did her fair share of the cleaning, Sliva could sulk all she wanted.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 19, 2023 9:02:34 GMT -5
Why does Zarha try, why should she try and build trust when people like Ber keep on reminding her that nobody really care about her. She want to have at least one person within the military that she can just go to and talk with. Yet, she possible here forever alone. All she wanted was conversation. She looked at Ber for a moment, as she carried on with the weapons. The rest of the time was spent in silence, the only sound was that of the swords. You would of thought that the swords was the sharpest thing in the room, but for Zarha, the silence was the most painful.