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 couple kids ran swiftly through the cold night, disappearing around the corner, each of them clutching a piece of bread and a small chunk of hard cheese and running for all they were worth.
'One of the two good things about patrol duty.' Raff thought, hearing his little brother's and sister's footsteps fade out even with his hearing. Snooty family needing sentry patrols. Of all the dumbass waste of time things to be given as a soldier who'd seen battle and fought to stay alive. Angry neighbor versus angry neighbor which just leads to more back forth endless bickering. Well his partner had to be replaced at the last moment so Raff figured he'd catch a few winks while he waited. The hardest part would be at the end of his shift when the farmers and bakers started setting up for market. Now those were some interesting fights.
He leaned his tall frame against the corner of the building and stretched out his legs with a loud yawn that almost cracked his jaw. Raff's eyes closed and he listened to the sounds around him as he drifted off. A few people coughed from their homes, and an old married couple bickered on the second floor across the cobbled road. The wind picked up and travelled not just the sounds, but the scents that carried even further. The butcher finally closed his shop front doors, redolent with the smells of meat and blood. The evening sounds and odors were an irresistable lullabye that had Raff drifting off into a soothing sleep.
The tall soldier snorted awake at the sound of approaching footsteps, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and wiped the drool off the corner of his mouth. He sighed long and low. Boring stupid job.
Last Edit: Feb 18, 2023 20:55:01 GMT -5 by Deleted
No one really enjoyed the night shift, and once again, Ber found himself cursing Woodwick as he left the castle to take over the evening patrol last minute for some soldier who’d gotten injured. It wasn’t even his day on duty; he’d spent the day at Temperance’s and returned with nothing planned except some relaxing in the barracks and sleep. But no, he’d had the dubious pleasure of crossing paths with the lieutenant, who had seen fit to steal the last few hours of his two days off and start Ber’s workweek early.
He’d never even heard of the guy he was supposed to be partnered with on this patrol, which would have been fine except that meant he had no idea what the other soldier looked like. And this Raff Terach had apparently already left the castle. His job, therefore, was twofold: go wander around Skia to find his partner and then go wander around Skia to make sure there was no trouble. Well, he knew the patrol route, at least, so he could start there, and since Terach would be in uniform, he would be easier to identify.
All Ber had wanted to do tonight was sleep. Was that really too much to ask for?
Apparently. With a sigh, the soldier scanned the streets as he made his way through the city. At this time of day, the crowds had begun to thin as people retreated to the inviting warmth of their homes or nearby taverns, though there were still enough wanderers about to demand some amount of mental acuity. Rubbing a hand over his face, Ber paused and looked around, finally spotting someone in uniform leaning against a wall - was he sleeping? Off to a great start. Letting out another quiet sigh, he approached the other soldier and called out, “Are you Raff Terach?”
"Yep." he answered, looking at yet another baby face in a uniform. The guy had approached him carefully with wary eyes and an alert stance. His uniform looked was in good condition but his shoes were falling apart. Well that's one thing we have in common. He looked like a street rat and it had Raff thinking that if he was gonna start workin with all these young strangers, at least it wasn't a high and mighty noble doing 'charity work.'
"I was told to stand and wait here after the accident til Keller's replacement showed up. I s'pose a broken arm's a good enough reason to get off patrol duty."
Raff yawned loudly, and began walking with a slow and easy stride, making sure his cadence was in time wtih Stormcrest. You could really get to know a person on patrols, regardless of whether or not they spoke a single word. If you used your eyes.
Well, when it came down to it, finding Terach had been easy enough. That was just as well considering Ber was hardly in the mood to go traipsing around the city trying to find his partner for patrolling tonight. Apart from apparently being very liberal with his definition of keeping watch, the other soldier was obviously older than Ber in a way that suggested he’d probably been one of the ones recently returned from Coheed or Cambria. It would explain why the younger man didn’t know him, though it wasn’t as if he knew very many soldiers to begin with anyway.
When Terach explained what had happened, Ber snorted. “A broken arm does make patrolling more difficult,” He agreed wryly. “I was told to go take over for an injured soldier on patrol, so it looks like I’m Keller’s replacement.” Whoever Keller was. He didn’t recognize that name either.
With another yawn from the taller soldier, they started off, walking the familiar route side-by-side. Already tired from the day’s activities, Ber wasn’t inclined to make small talk with the stranger walking beside him, unless Terach initiated it. Silence had never bothered him, and he didn’t require conversation to scan the streets and keep a cursory eye out for trouble.
Despite it being cold, the mild exercise at least helped to keep him warm as he breathed in the night air. It was cool and crisp with a bit of a bite to it that made him really not appreciate the icy breeze that came with it. A dog barked a couple times and stopped, briefly interrupting the peaceful quiet. Their footballs echoed along the cobbled streets in a reassuring way that felt a lot like a living part of the darkness breathing in and out. The distinct lack of demands, pressures, too many people, loud noises and just clean air was a relaxing change of pace from the normal daytime bustle.
Raff would pay for it later with a lack of sleep, but making more money for doing night shifts would make up for it in part, at least. He'd been away from it all far too long and he felt it keenly. Kat was pretty much the only one he knew from before he left and with the huge influx of people, including himself, it would take some effort to stay afloat. It wasnt' that he was lonely--he actually liked his personal time very much. But his squad was dead and the few that remained were scattered in all four directions, never to be seen again. He wasn't sure if he should risk making friends when most likely, they were all about to get blown apart by war.
On the brink of a war and being sent out again, was defintely something he had mixed feelings about. His sister and brothers had only a few brief years before they were independent, but he needed to make money to keep the household going. On the other hand, Nevermere was so tightly repressed in so many ways, that he would welcome a regular atmosphere.
Raff's gaze wandered over to his fellow soldier and pondered something. "How old are ya?"
To his credit, Terach seemed equally willing to walk in silence. Despite his best efforts, Ber could feel his tired mind moving slower than would have been ideal, and as they walked, his attention skipped and jumped from one torch or illuminated group of people instead of taking in the scene as a whole. Ber suppressed a yawn as he blinked away from where he’d been watching a stray piece of trash roll down the street in the cold, night wind. Though unpleasant, the chill would at least help keep him alert.
Really, Woodwick could cease existing any day now.
When Terach broke the silence, Ber glanced over at the other man. “Twenty.” Already, he could guess at what conclusions would be drawn. Ber was young and relatively new compared to most of the soldiers who walked the halls of the military wing but still not the most inexperienced of the bunch. Like anyone to whom these things still mattered, he clung to his two years of seniority over those right out of training and wouldn’t hesitate to point them out if the situation called for it.
“You just come back from somewhere?” Even if he hadn’t already looked it, the taller man carried himself with an easy confidence that spoke of experience and suggested he had at least a few years on his counterpart. Ber probably hadn’t heard of him both because the military was massive and because he’d likely been deployed to Coheed or Cambria.
Raff nodded at his answer. He listened to the guy next to him speak, glancing at his expressions and noting Stormcrest's posture and demeanor as well as the way he talked. Seemed a bit defensive and on guard like he expected life to punch him in the face at any moment. He definitely didn't come across as either a noble born or a brown-noser. The guy seemed alright in Raff's book, with no worrisome ambitious type or high and mighty goodie goodie.
Raff answered Stormcrest's question with his usual blunt honesty.
"Not that recent. I came back from Coheed a year and a half now. My partner Merk died fourteen months ago and I just signed back on for the bonus. I ain't got no partnership now. Just another link in the long chain of Nevermere's giant war machine. Guess we're going back out to kill again soon, so put on yer long boots coz it gets bloody." Raff shrugged at the future prospect. It wasn't a bleak outlook, it was just a realistic one that he accepted as he did most things that came his way. You deal with it and move on.
"Did ya sign on for the bonus too Stormcrest? Any plans to make rank?"
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Well, that answer was certainly illuminating. Older, certainly, and experienced and skilled enough to have been a paired soldier. And, judging by the way he spoke of the looming war, it seemed he had seen some fighting firsthand. His words were half-warning, half-statement, and the sentiment was hardly unfamiliar. War was bloody and ugly, he knew, but freeing Zevran’s people from the Eldouir was the right thing to do. Ber had fought one metaphorical and sometimes literal battle or another for his entire life; he knew how to fight and wasn’t worried. The war would simply be another fight, and fighting for his friend was worth it.
Everyone seemed to want to talk of Dresmond these days. Courtesy of Zevran, Ber already knew about that kingdom. A different part of the other man’s answer interested the younger soldier more. “Witch-paired soldier in Coheed, huh?” He glanced sideways at Terach. “What was that like?”
A brief pause in which he shook his head in response to the questions posed in return. “No, I was already here,” He said. “Enlisted after training, but I signed on for five more years to get the bonus.” Ber shrugged. For that much money, who could blame him? Incidentally, the shrug also served as a suitable answer for Terach’s second question. “Figure I’ve got a ways to go before I need to start worrying about that. What about you?” All Ber had ever needed was a steady income, and being a soldier gave him that. A childhood spent on the streets had taught him not to look too far into the future, though Temperance had urged him to think about it when she’d asked a similar question.
As far as Ber could tell, becoming an officer meant a lot of yelling at soldiers and a lot of paperwork. Neither of those activities sounded particularly appealing.
Raff walked along casually scouting ahead and side-eyed Stormcrest at the bored sounding question, most likely asked to either be polite or fill an idle gap in the quiet night. He could've said anything and it wouldn't matter in the least.
What was that like? Excruciating agony, bone bursting terror, listening to your friends beg you to kill 'em and end their suffering, fighting until your back, neck, arms and hands were so sore and trembling that breathing took all your effort, covered in layers of congealed blood so thick that the mosquitoes used you as a buffet while marching double time for leagues on blistered bloody feet in hundred degree temps, sifting through flayed rotting bodies that used to be your friends, and that now every single time you close your eyes, all you saw were the faces of the dead..
"Exhausting." he answered.
Raff glanced at the other soldier's expression and the lack of ambition was patently obvious. He was young and thought he'd live forever.
"Just get by day to day, huh?" he said, more statement than question. He replied to the question with a rueful shake of his head, "I might put in a request for a new pairing, but I don't realistically see that ever being granted."
It was for the best that Stormcrest wasn't planning for a future before a war. Could be neither of them had a future to live through to make. He turned back to comforting silence, keeping his thoughts his own.
That one word answer was fair, Ber supposed, though it wasn’t particularly helpful in terms if revealing anything about what it was like being paired or based in Coheed. However, if Terach didn’t want to elaborate, the younger man wasn’t about to push him for more detail. Ber, in turn, made a noncommittal noise of agreement at the other soldier’s observation. He was hardly the first and would hardly be the last who took life as it came. Terach himself might have been the same way, though Ber wouldn’t know.
It was Terach’s own statement that had Ber glancing over again. “Why not?” He shrugged. “You were paired before. Not like you’ve forgotten all your training in fourteen months.” Though he hadn’t given the matter any real thought, he figured it was probably easier to receive a new pairing having previously been a paired soldier than to receive a first pairing. Werewolves were far harder to fight than normal men. With a war coming, he would have expected they would want every pairing they could get, especially if they didn’t have to train them from scratch. “Wouldn’t they want you paired to fight in Dresmond?”
Raff actually took a moment to consider whether or not to give Stormcrest a real answer or the tripe that he was supposed to tell recruits. The kid didn't look ready for war or even a mild surprise. The real truth looked like the best answer to give him.
"Yea, totally, I'd probably be among the top ones to be re paired for my absolute obedience. First thing that maybe you haven't figured out yet Stormcrest, is that men here are considered as less than shit under a witch's boot. You either be an obedient dog to get paired, or tossed by the wayside to just be a mindless meat shield." Raff paused and looked at the soldier by him with a hard gaze. "Even the champion of Nevermere is an obedient, loyal, neutered dog kept on a short leash." The words were a harsh but truthful reality. In Nevermere, all the men, excluding the king, were scorned as squishy and weak, only to be held in open contempt, a joke and considered entirely useless.
"Ok so I didn't explain it better, that's my dumb ass. Pairing is about accepting a Witch's complete control over you. They blast you the fuck apart to break every bone in your body every single damn time to and from, to reshape it and come back as the idiotic mindless beast they already consider men to be. The merciful ones will only pity you instead of scorn you openly."
Raff's eyes blazed cold hard blue and his voice changed to a barely contained growl, "So yeah, if they can force a witch to condescend enough to control my useless, idiotic, pathetic and -obedient- male self -again-, then, yeah, they'll put me in. I'm pre-trained to obey like a good dog, so the chances are high that they would. But if I did apply to get Paired again, I'd have to willingly give up my free will, my soul, my every breath and any pride, to a random witch that sees me as nothing more than yet another burdensome weak dog to be leashed by her magic. So while they might want me paired to fight in Dresmond, I don't know if I can subject myself to it again. At least Merk felt obligated to take care of her pet dog."
His voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, "It's humiliating to be a man in Nevermere."
Ber blinked. When he’d asked the question, he was not expecting the vitriol spat back at him, even if it was directed toward - toward, what, the structure of Nevermerean society? - rather than himself. Life in Nevermere was hardly fair, particularly to those like him, but he’d never encountered a witch who had looked down on him because he was a man. A commoner, certainly, but a man? Even in the military wing, where their magical superiority was openly acknowledged, he couldn’t remember a particularly strong bias toward witches. In a flat out fight with magic involved, there was no mistaking who would win, but he didn’t think anyone there had treated him as less than shit under a witch’s boot because he relied on a sword or his fists in combat.
The younger soldier listened in silence as he tried to reconcile what he’d been told about being paired in training with Terach’s perspective. The two views were like night and day, and the formerly paired soldier’s view was as unfamiliar to Ber as his perspective on Nevermerean society. It was no secret that upon transforming into a werewolf, the man was replaced with a mindless beast over which the witch, not the man, had to exercise complete control - that was among his reservations about potentially becoming a paired soldier, after all - but to Ber, it wasn’t as if he was the werewolf. Not in any way that mattered. And with that understanding, he didn’t see why any paired soldier had to accept a witch’s complete control in other aspects of his life, too.
In training, when they’d talked about paired soldiers, it had sounded like the witch and her pair deeply trusted each other in a way that could not happen without mutual respect. Useless, idiotic, pathetic, obedient. From what he was saying, Terach’s experiences seemed vastly different. Ber wasn’t quite sure what to make of it - or what to say. “Was that what your witch thought of you as?” He asked finally, after a pause. “Shit on the bottom of her shoe? A pet dog?” There was another long moment as he considered the venom with which Terach had spoken of being paired, then he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “No one’s making you apply for a pairing,” He pointed out. “If you don’t want to be in one, then don’t sign up.”
Terach laughed, "You'd make a perfect Paired Soldier Stormcrest!"
The guy was another young, innocent, obedient, timid, compliant virgin male in Nevermere. The kid was not a receptive audience to anything that wasn't already pre-approved pap for the masses so he shrugged it off.
When Raff was younger and stupid, as opposed to a little older and still stupid, he'd been proud to be an obedient Paired Soldier. He was proud that he looked to Merk for direction, first, last and always, without fail. An unswerving loyalty that she could rely on, but it turned out to be exactly what every other Paired Soldier was doing. Look to Your Witch for permission and put her needs before your own ad infinitum, and he was proud that he'd done just that. His loyalty to Merk was unquestioned and his dedication was given with every fiber of his being. But it turned out that so were all the others and that nothing less was expected of ALL the men. The Paired Witches made rank and the men were... well still just compliant men when it came down to it. You were praised according to the position you held. You were either the controller, or the controlled when it came to pairing. When it came to life here.
"I'm not a mind reader. Merk demanded a hundred percent loyalty and I gave it. In fact if I could have taken her place. I would still have gladly died in her place. Right now." It hurt to admit it out loud, but it was the undeniable truth. Raff still felt guilty that he hadn't been around to protect her, even though they had been leagues apart at the time.
He gave Stormcrest a long searching look, trying to find a suitable but truthful compliment to lower the guy's pissy hackles.
"You remind me a lot of a younger version of Woodwick."
As Terach laughed, Ber narrowed his eyes as he scanned the streets around them. Given the veritable condemnation of being a paired soldier that the taller man had just delivered, the younger soldier didn’t trust his words to be the compliment they ostensibly were. He also wasn’t sure what it was about him that Terach thought would make him the perfect paired soldier. As far as he could tell, all Ber had done was ask a couple reasonable questions. Common sense helped, but they had made it pretty clear to Ber that more than that was required to be truly considered for a pairing.
Mind reader? It’s pretty obvious when people think of you as shit on the bottom of their shoe, Ber thought dryly, remembering countless interactions with nobles in the market and elsewhere in Skia. But it was hardly the only detail of this conversation with Terach that confused him, so he let the point drop. “If she treated you that badly,” He asked instead, erring on the side of Merk expecting the older soldier to be her pet dog. “Why would you be loyal to her?” Especially to the point of being willing to die in her stead. There were people, certainly, on whose behalf he wouldn’t hesitate to fight - arguably, he was being paid to do just that - but to die for them? That was entirely different.
He shrugged. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, decide to not be a paired soldier if you’re being treated badly?” As far as he could tell, any paired soldier who didn’t make it for one reason or another returned to being an unpaired soldier, and he hadn’t heard of anyone being forced into a pairing they didn’t want - and why anyone would want a pairing like that, he had no idea. There were few opportunities to say no in their chosen career, but that seemed to be one of them. And if Ber had been interested in becoming a paired soldier and ended up with a witch who treated him like some sort of subordinate beyond what was strictly necessary, he liked to think he would have had the self-respect to walk away from that pairing. Nevermere’s military offered more than one avenue to success.
A lingering silence fell before it was broken by the man beside him. If Ber wasn’t sure about Terach earlier, he certainly didn’t like him now. In his opinion, a comparison between someone and Woodwick was hardly flattering, and when it was between him and the lieutenant, it was nothing less than an insult. An unwarranted one, at that. Maybe Terach didn’t know Woodwick - as a formerly paired soldier, his primary superior would have been Brekker - but it didn’t take long to figure out what kind of man Woodwick was. The lieutenant made it really easy when he assigned everyone some menial task for an inconsequential error that was the fault of a single person in that group. “Thanks,” He said, tone flat and lacking any trace of gratitude.
After all, who didn’t love being informed that they were reminiscent of a boring, unpleasant, and utterly infuriating asshole who spent his days dreaming up new ways to torture his subordinates and call it training?
"No seriously. You would probably make a good paired soldier. Quiet, moderately friendly but not too loner either. No black marks on your record for insubordination and soft spoken. Avoids conflict. Perfect qualifications, no joke man." Terach said with sincerity as he watched Stormcrest.
From the look on the guy's face, he was throwing an internal hissy fit over Raff's witch comments. Hmm. Weird kid. But then Stormcrest's response threw him off guard at how wrong he was.
"No. I never said Merk treated me badly and you better not fuckin say it either, coz she didn't. Ever. You got it?" He turned to glare down at him as he spoke. "She was the smartest, toughest, best Witch that ever lived! She saved me dozens of times so don't even think like that about her."
There weren't enough words to explain what a Paired relationship was unless you lived it and that guy had no idea what he was saying. It didn't occurr to Raff that his own non-explanation before hand was the very reason why. Raff dragged his left hand through his hair in frustration, working to keep his temper under control.
"Why? Because she would die for me. Because there's nothing else I would choose to do more than to die for Merk." he thumped hard at his own chest. "Because she's in here. And in my mind. For life. There's no takebacksies when you're paired. Merk's dead but my dedication ain't, not as long as I'm breathing."
How do you explain it? What were the right words and where did they exist? Something clicked and he figured out a personal way to explain it.
"You'd make a good Paired soldier, ya know why? Coz right now, ya have nothing and no one to live or die for. Just a lost leaf in the wind that nobody relies on. But being Paired gives you that reason to live and die and fight beyond any reason or person you've ever known. It makes you feel something for once. To feel something past that rebellious wall of fuck you world."
"I wasn't treated any worse than any other guy getting the Curse released. We ALL burst the fuck apart to verge on death. Hundreds of times. That's why it's called a Curse, man." Raff sighed at the conflicting feelings that mounted within him at the topic.
"The whole pairing thing gives you purpose like nothing else does. I want to, but I don't want to keep being brought to the verge of death and back again each time. But don't bitch about it to a Paired Witch or they'll tell ya to just suck it up. It's the most terrifying and rewarding thing a man can do is to be Paired. Don't really matter I guess. No Witch would take someone like me as a partner again."
His shoulders dropped and he scanned the walkway ahead of them with restless eyes, and thought more on what he'd said. Raff really sucked with words.
Wait. Raff thought Stormcrest would like the comparison but he sounded like he just got latrine duty. Maybe the guy knew Woodwick better and more personally.
"Do you know Woodwick? I've only heard of him in passing. What's he really like?"