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 Aldrich Abbott on Mar 26, 2023 9:05:00 GMT -5
[For @berengar]
He had heard that Berengar, that boring guy that had almost put him to sleep in a tavern simply by existing, had gotten injured during the chaos as well. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he hoped that the kid would heal quickly. Ber was a good soldier, and what the military needed right now was just that. Good, reliable soldiers. He had missed the whole ordeal with him and Regan, and didn't know that the young man had been defending the Dresmondi at the ball. Even if he did, it didn't matter now. He just wanted to leave what had happened behind. The witch had been executed, and thanks to her behaviour, he had gotten himself a promotion without doing much. It was ironic to think that he had managed to become a lieutenant by drooling on a stage. Oh well.
With his usual big steps, Aldrich made his way over to the infirmary. Once he had arrived, he asked a nurse where he could find Stormcrest. The woman led the way and asked him to wait for just a moment before crouching down next to Ber. "Officer Abbott is here to see you." The drill instructor took a step forward and bend down a bit to whisper in the woman's ear: "it's lieutenant Abbott now, dear." The nurse apologised and left him with the injured soldier.
Whether he spent the night sleeping or merely passed out, Ber wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it sure wasn’t restful. When he awoke the next morning - probably morning; he didn’t know and didn’t care to ask - he still hurt. Though his arm was immobilized by the sling that the healer had put on it the night before, his shoulder throbbed angrily. Light spilling in from the windows and the noise of those in the infirmary going about their work as they checked on other patients exacerbated the pain in his head. Breathing too deeply still caused an ache in his sides, and all in all, he felt like he’d been trampled by a herd of horses and then run over by a cart.
If what Zevran had told him the night before, about being attacked by a werewolf, was true, then that probably wasn’t far off from reality.
He hoped Zev and Rune could come back, or maybe Temperance would be able to stop by, but his visitor this morning was one of the last people he expected or wanted to see. As the nurse spoke to him, Ber cracked an eyelid open to look at her from where he was doing his best to lay still and cease existing before squinting up at Abbott. The officer’s voice was usually a precursor to pain and exhaustion, but this time it was the volume that had the soldier wincing slightly as he tried to use his good arm to push himself up into more of a sitting position. It did not feel good, but the thought of laying down while talking to the drill instructor appealed even less than the effort such movement requires. When Abbott’s words registered, after a noticeable delay, he said, “‘m okay, sir.” There was another pause as he tried to get the fog in his head to fade long enough to find whatever tired, scattered thoughts existed. “Heard there was a werewolf.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 26, 2023 14:02:41 GMT -5
The kid was still dozing off, somewhere between awake and asleep. A limbo that was far from enjoyable, in his opinion. He had experienced it before as well. You'd be awake, blink, and suddenly an hour had passed while you struggled to open your eyes again. He hoped, for Berengar's sake, that the meds were at least doing their thing and helping him escape the pain for a bit. After Aldrich had addressed the soldier, it took Ber a while to respond. But Aldrich was merciful and understanding today, which meant he understood that the soldier simply couldn't respond faster, even if he wanted to. The lieutenant pulled a chair towards him and sat down next to the cot. "Good", he said. "We can't afford to lose ya." Berengar didn't seem to remember what had happened exactly, but did mention that he heard about a werewolf. "Yes, Octavius was turned against his will. The matter has been dealt with, and the witch responsible has been executed. Commander Usher has announced new orders and criteria to be deemed fit to be a soldier." He frowned. "Are you fit enough to understand them if I were to tell them?" If not, he would tell Berengar some other time.
Between one blink and the next, Abbott had moved from standing over him to sitting beside him in a chair, and Ber rubbed his face with his hand and pushed himself to sit up a little straighter. It seemed like the officer was planning to have a little chat. “Octavius…” The name didn’t ring a bell for the soldier had met the other man once in a similarly exhausting, though far more mentally than physically damaging, situation, and they had introduced themselves by last name only.
Abbott kept talking, mentioning the Captain Commander and new orders, but Ber’s mind was hooked on a stray thought that had accompanied the delayed realization that men didn’t just randomly turn into werewolves. “Who?” Ber asked, clarifying a moment later because he did remember who Commander Usher was. “Turned him, I mean.” Another pause, then he remembered the rest of what the drill instructor said. Mostly. “New orders, sir?”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 26, 2023 17:34:38 GMT -5
Berengar currently was a citizen of a planet Aldrich hadn't heard of before. If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would've grinned. It was always amusing to see someone else under the spell of medication. But he felt for the young man. Perhaps it had been too long since the last grave incident, when Aldrich's heart had turned to stone, but now he realised once more how human they all were. But he also felt for the younger generation that had a wolf within themselves. It was both a blessing and a curse, although the curse aspect of it had more leverage.
Aldrich pricked up his ears when Berengar's voice sounded again. "I'm not sure", he replied, either because he really did not know yet given it was only the morning after Bex's execution and he hadn't seen the changes in the military ranks yet, or because Hadrian might have told him in that on-going thread of those oldies but then Aldrich is just not telling Ber. "But actions have consequences." And so it appeared.
He frowned at the question. "Didn't someone just come in and tell you all about the- whatever. I'm sure you'll hear all about it more than enough times to register it." He rolled his eyes slightly, not necessarily at the kid, but because there was no point in repeating all the things that Hadrian had said if Berengar was just going to forget them again.
"What's hurtin'?" he asked, nodding at Ber's body to ask which parts of him had been injured.
That didn’t seem right. How could they— How could they execute a witch for turning Octavius into a werewolf but not know who did it? Abbott was an officer, so he would know, right? Or maybe he didn’t know. Ber didn’t know. There were probably a lot of other people who also didn’t know. Maybe they would all find out one day. But actions had consequences. That he did know. “Yes, sir,” He agreed.
The aborted explanation about new orders had Ber’s brow furrowing in confusion. Now that Abbott mentioned it, he remembered someone showing up and addressing all of them in a really loud voice. Some of the words had registered, but even now, his mind was barely in any shape to be processing and retaining much of anything. For lack of something else to say, he offered another agreeable, “Okay, sir.”
Then Abbott asked him another question. Ber blinked at him for a moment. “Everything, sir,” He said briefly, before elaborating, “Um my head hurts a lot.” He gestured to the arm in the sling. “My shoulder. Hurts to breathe, too.” Another pause. “Got thrown across the room so I guess that’s not surprising.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 27, 2023 7:26:55 GMT -5
"Yeah", he responded in a hoarse voice. The lack of sleep was taking a toll on his vocal chords. "At least you live to tell the tale." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm sure they'll take good care of you here." Although it sounded like he wanted the best for Berengar, he was starting to regain his old state-of-mind and realised that he only wanted the kid to heal properly in case he managed to stay in the military. There would be little use for a soldier with a permanently immobilised arm.
The lieutenant stood again and pushed the chair to the side a bit with his foot. "Get some more rest, Berengar, and don't do anything stupid in the meantime, will ya?" He looked at the young man a little longer. "The Captain Commander will probably pay you a visit today. Try to be a little more vocal by then."
At least he’d live to tell the tale? Ber sat there for a long moment, letting the words sink in. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion. “Someone… died, sir?” He asked slowly, unsure if he was interpreting the implication correctly. But Abbott was already standing up and getting ready to leave. Ber tilted his head back to keep looking at him, regretting the action a moment later when it exacerbated the throbbing headache that refused to disappear. Slowly, the drill instructor’s words made it through the painful fog, and he found himself agreeing that more rest sounded like a good idea.
He wasn’t sure how he could do anything stupid right now, considering he didn’t feel like doing anything at all except sleep, but he agreed with the sentiment anyway. He thought that getting yelled at would quite literally be a painful experience right now.
The news that the Captain Commander wanted to speak with him was concerning, but Ber was having a hard time generating the proper amount of alarm. That could - and would - come later, when his mind stopped wading through waist-deep mud and his thoughts became more coherent. For now, however, he gave another agreeable, “Yes, sir,” as if he could will himself into proper conversational shape.