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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Hiems was really testing Aydin. Normally, their preferred to be out in the open or within the confinements of a familiar place, like her wagon, but keeping the stove in her wagon on required wood, something she was running out of. Outside it was far too cold, even if she sat close to the fire. For that reason, and that reason alone, the Dresmondi made her way over to the tavern that lots of Dresmondi visited in order to at least socialise a bit with others. They didn't feel the need to socialise, but a drink and the warmth generated by other human bodies did sound appealing.
So with Ember under her scarf and the scarf pulled over her nose and mouth to fight the cold winds, Aydin conquered the snow and opened the door of the tavern. Once inside, the snow started to melt, causing her fur boots and clothes to feel wet and cold. Shivering a bit, the young person walked over to a table close to the fireplace and hoped that the fire would warm her bones. She ordered a hot alcoholic drink, something similar to gluhwein and sat back in the chair. Ember jumped from her shoulder onto the table and hopped around a bit, trying to warm his behind by positioning it in the direction of the fire, which made Aydin chuckle lightly.
She had intended to keep to herself, but the mention of a name caught her attention. A man was greeted, and she noticed that he had been referred to as Embric. Like many others, she had heard the whispers about what had happened a while ago to the previous inn keeper and his friends. This Embric fellow had something to do with it, and Aydin's curious nature caused her to sit upright and gesture at the man, hoping he would come over.
As it always had been, the Last Call was a welcome refuge of warmth that chased away the merciless chill of Hiems. Adding insult to injury, a blanket of snow had fallen across Elderkeep overnight, and the lingering winds had seen Embric pulling the hood of his cloak closer around his face as he journeyed through the sprawling prison. The white of Aine’s feathers made her nearly invisible against the layer of white that rested on the roof of the tavern, where she perched while peering down at her human with a vague air of judgement. Embric sent a silent, sarcastic apology that not all of them could fly as fast as she could.
Only recently had such quips started reappearing in his life.
When he entered the establishment, the gyrfalcon resting on his shoulder, he lowered his hood and made his way to the bar like usual, where he ordered his usual - though he could only wish he was greeted and served by the usual person, too. He was just about to settle down at the bar when Aine caught his attention.
“There’s a girl over there looks like she’s waving at you, Embric.”
Who? Embric didn’t know many girls who would merely sit there and wave if they saw him. Turning slightly, he saw a young woman whom he did not recognize seated at a table up against a wall, and indeed, she seemed to be gesturing him over. He glanced around him to see if she could have wanted to catch someone else’s attention, but he seemed the likely target. That was… odd. I suppose we should see what she wants.
She looked young - young enough to remind him of another young lady - Embric noted as he made his way over to the table, drink in hand. In a silent question, he gestured to the open chair across from her, and if she indeed wanted him to sit with her, he would pull it out and do so. Aine would move to perch beside him on the table, head tilted slightly as her dark eyes peered at the curious little dyr.
“Hello there,” Embric said, tone polite even if it held hints of the usual wariness with which strangers in Elderkeep greeted each other. With one hand, he gestured toward the jerboa. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. Might I ask who the two of you are?”
The typical reacting of being waved at here in Dresmondi almost had her rolling her eyes. People always seemed to look around when someone gestured at them to see if they were actually trying to catch someone else's attention. But he came over, and that's all that mattered. Aydin nodded when he asked, without using any words, if he could sit. Ember hopped closer to the tan Dresmondi when he noticed Aine. He couldn't be sure if she saw him as prey or not.
The man sounded polite enough. Aydin grumbled a little hello back at him before he asked them for their names. "We've indeed not met before. I'm Aydin, this is Ember." She personally didn't think much of introducing herself to someone, but Ember always felt special when he was introduced. He hopped around a bit but decided to stay close to Aydin after all. "Why do you always get involved with people whose dyr look at me like I'm a snack. First Cypha, now this owl." She ignored him.
"I heard about what happened with Hiram and that soldier of him. A lot of rumours are going around. People wonder what really happened, but nobody seems to want to talk about it." They raised an eyebrow.
“Well then, Aydin and Ember, it’s nice to meet you both,” Embric said with a small smile and leaned back in his seat, ostensibly relaxed. In lieu of introducing himself, he took a casual sip of his drink and ran a hand gently down Aine’s back as she watched the jerboa hop around on the table beside his human.
The gyrfalcon turned her head slightly to look at him with one eye. ”I had just preened those feathers before you dragged us out into the snow,” She told him disapprovingly. “And now you’re getting them even dirtier with your hand.”
Embric hummed lightly. I think you’re scaring Ember. He had noticed how Aydin’s dyr had moved from the open space on the table to staying close by his human’s side.
“If only you were so easy to scare,” Aine grumbled in response, though she made an attempt to not watch quite so predatorily. “Maybe you’d actually listen to me more.”
I listen to you plenty, Aine.
The sound of Aydin’s voice gave him a valid excuse to ignore his dyr’s rebuttal as he turned his attention to the young woman sitting across from him. He had wondered why she had waved him over - now he knew. Funnily enough, he wasn’t particularly in the mood to discuss it either.
“I can’t say I blame them,” Embric said with a shrug, tone neutral. “I think many people in Elderkeep take each day as it comes. I’ve heard the rumors as well, and if they are correct, then they serve as a stark reminder of mortality that I expect most find unpleasant to consider.”
The man was more approachable and kinder than she had expected from a Dresmondi. It was a nice change of pace, and before she noticed it herself, Aydin was smiling back at him.
They nodded at his words. "They most definitely remind us." She took a sip of her own drink. "Excuse me for prying, but I wonder how you managed to escape? From what I've heard, the Eldouir aren't very forgiving people. And one of their soldiers died." She didn't know the other Dresmondi that had died, and it even slipped her mind that one of their own had died too.
Ember jumped around some more and looked at Aine. Forgive her for being so annoying. She's just trying to keep herself safe from the Eldouir. One of their soldiers almost chopped her hand off the other day.
It was simultaneously amazing and depressing how far a little kindness could go in a place like Elderkeep. As it did with many others, Embric’s own calm demeanor had put Aydin at ease, but while a more altruistic man might have cared more for her peace of mind, he placed more value in the relative safety that came with it. A more relaxed stranger was less likely to harm him.
At her question, Embric raised an eyebrow and took another sip of his drink. “Escape? I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what you mean.” With a touch of mild confusion, the words came easily, and nothing in his demeanor changed from his state of apparent relaxation. “We are both seated here together, are we not? So unless you consider yourself to have escaped, I do not…” His voice trailed off for a moment before he connected the pieces and realization struck. “Ah, escaped the cold.”
With a slight quirk of the lips, he looked at Aydin as if she had made some clever little joke and tapped his fingers on the side of his mug. How many times had he pulled the same truck on Xanthe? He fell back now on those countless years of running verbal circles around one young woman to pull off the misdirection on the other one seated before him. “I will admit, I’m not entirely confident we can attribute the snow to Queen Adeline, though I expect she would be flattered by the compliment.” They may have all been different flavors of the same unpredictable danger, but five years in this nightmare of an existence had taught Embric a little bit about survival: at the end of the day, all of the Eldouir had egos that needed stroking.
Aine had turned to eye Ember as he caught her attention with the apology and explanation. Silently, she relayed the words to Embric, who considered them briefly, before telling her what safely generic advice to offer. Nowhere in Elderkeep would ever be safe from the redheads who killed the Dresmondi loyal to them as willingly as they killed the ones who weren’t. “There are two of you,” She finally said to the jerboa. “If you use that to your advantage and keep your head down, perhaps you will be able to avoid the Eldouir and their soldiers altogether.”
A shiver went down her spine when he said 'escape the cold'. The meaning of the word escape had changed ever since the Eldouir took over. Whatever they did, they weren't able to escape their wrath, although done Eldouir appeared to be worse than others. They were still confused by Elena Eldouirs kind behaviour towards her. She wasn't sure what he was talking about though, and she felt a little dumb. Snow? Adeline? She thought he had been fighting Hiram and Yasmin. But she didn't ask any questions, because she didn't want to appear stupid. Instead she just nodded a bit and took a sip of her drink.
Ember passed on the message, and Aydin thought. She assumed Embric knew what his dyr had told hers, so she spoke up. "The sad thing about keeping your head down is that nothing will ever change." She sighed deeply, looking around the tavern to make sure there were no redheads in sight. "Do you still remember when the caravans would travel?" It all seemed so long ago now.
Embric merely let out a non-committal noise of acknowledgement as Aydin spoke aloud sentiments that invited nothing but trouble. She was young and far less cautious than she ought to be if she was willing to share such thoughts with a stranger. And though she had sought him out to ask after some rumors, he was, indeed, very much a stranger.
In another life, perhaps such trust and naivety would be forgivable, but this was Elderkeep. No one was safe, and people who hadn’t learned that brought with them far too much trouble. Embric had the safety of both his and Ermir’s children to consider.
“I’m surprised you remember,” He responded instead to her question. Though he took on the faint air of an old man shaking his head in disbelief at the qualities of youth, his tone remained as mild and even as before. “You have a dyr, but you look young.” Embric, in contrast, felt every bit his age - which was old enough that each generation of Dresmondi appeared younger and younger each year. “How old were you when the Medallion was lost?”
She normally wasn't this naive and trusting, but something about the man was comforting. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a fair bit older than her, or perhaps it was just the calm vibe surrounding him. He said he was surprised that she remembered. Did she look that young to him? Apparently she did, because if it hadn't been for her dyr, it looked like he thought she might have been to young to remember anything. "I was 18 when the Medallion was lost", she responded. She looked down at her hands and her dyr. "It seems longer ago, but I remember it well. The chaos." She looked back up at Embric and wondered if her father looked familiar to him. She had never met her parents, and didn't know if they were still alive. It left her with quite some mommy- and daddy issues. Parents were a blessing that many took for granted.
Eighteen. Embric did the calculations in his head, but he needn’t have bothered: he already knew that the dates would put her near the same age as Xanthe. Still, to be so young, to have barely known the world before Coheed and the Eldouir — it was, perhaps, both a blessing and the curse. Unlike him, they did not have the perspective of age that would let them see so clearly how their lives should have been, but with their youth, they lost, too, the chance to truly live their lives before Dresmond was lost.
At twenty-five, Embric had a little family, a wagon, and a caravan to call home. At twenty-five, Xanthe and Aydin had Elderkeep and its parade of daily nightmares.
“It was an uncertain time,” He agreed, as if the uncertain times had ended. And it did feel like a long time ago. Everything felt like a long time ago. Easily, calmly, he continued the conversation. “Do you remember much from before then? You must, if you were eighteen.”
Under other circumstances, the use of the past tense of 'to be' in his sentence would have made her laugh. But laughter was a rare thing in Dresmond. The uncertain times hadn't ended. If anything, it had gotten worse. The trial would never get easier and less scary, and it didn't look like anyone would be able to overpower the Eldouir anytime soon. She was happy for Embric that he escaped the grasp of Hiram.
Aydin shrugged lightly. "Not much to remember", she said. Even before the Eldouir took over and the Medaillon was lost, she had been living like this, with just a little bit more freedom. She lived alone, her caretaker had died, she didn't have friends in her caravan and she felt like she didn't belong. Even before the Eldouir arrived, life had been shitty. But she didn't feel like sharing all this information with a stranger.
So they changed the subject. "One of them threatened to cut off my fingers", she said, before taking a sip of her drink. "One that used to be a Dresmondi."
They're not worthy of the title Dresmondi anymore, Ember said to Aine.
Last Edit: May 15, 2023 13:10:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
When Aydin mentioned one of – presumably – the Dresmondi soldiers threatening to cut off her fingers, blue eyes flicked down to where her hands were wrapped around her cup with all of her fingers still intact and attached. “I’m glad they were unsuccessful,” He said pleasantly, making a noise of acknowledgement at her opinion but otherwise offering no sign of his own thoughts on the matter. “Hopefully you won’t find yourself in such circumstances again.” A nice sentiment, at least. This was Elderkeep. He wouldn’t hold his breath.