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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"All of them, complete bore's?" He reiterated, looking as if he were impressed by her admission. "I've never heard a Nevermeran speak so negatively of their own kind. It's almost like you don't even like them. Maybe when they all leave, you should stay. Sounds like you'd like it better here."
She stopped him from slipping his hand down her pants, and instead turned to press herself against him. Her own hand moved downward, grabbing him through his pants. His brows raised, smirk remaining. It wasn't the most calculated move she could have made, but it could be easily enough explained away to passing Nevermerans as her way of putting the Coheedsmen bully in his place. "That's funny, see," he began, still teasing her by whispering. "Because I don't care for the idea of a woman taking the lead." He looked down, toward where her hand cupped his pants, and then looked back at her. "As I'm sure you can tell. So if you're so eager to learn, Private Zarha Sliva, you'll have to learn to listen first."
Iadrik reached down and grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away from him genitals and swinging it to the side, where he let it go. He still looked her up and down, though. Still remained close. "If you're so curious, I'm happy to put you in your place. You'll just need to take your clothes off. I have no where to take you, though," he gestured around them. "This may be out in the open, but it's perfectly acceptable for us. The Coheedsmen wouldn't bat an eye, and I suppose you don't care what the Nevermerans think anyway, since they're so boring, right?" He took a step back, eyes lingering over her chest. "Go on, then. Strip down."
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jun 22, 2023 9:09:19 GMT -5
Zarha kept her breathing relaxed even though this was the first time she had done anything like this. She did her best not to let her nerves show. "Maybe you don't care about a woman leading because you never had women lead before." Zarha had a suggestive tone. A little twinkle of wanting more in her eyes. Knowing that she wants to take control of this situation. He being near her was hard to think straight.
Looking around. Nobody really was looking in their direction it was like this sort of thing happens on a daily basis. Something that would be looked down upon if acted in public in Nevermere. Knowing that Coheedian man have super strength and other enhancement. Trying to back away might not be the best option. However, she looked at Iadrik in his brown eyes.
Flash of red raise in her cheeks as he commended her to strip and without taking her eyes of him "if you want to see me naked you have to ask my sergeants for permission. After all I am here on job not for fun."
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Last Edit: Jun 22, 2023 9:11:22 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
Iadrik didn't move. He stood and watched her, a single brow raised. He waited for her reaction. Until then, she'd met him every step of the way. But playing a game of words was different than playing a game of actions. She could talk the talk, but as he had expected, she wasn't willing to walk the walk. His smile didn't falter, no instead it grew, but he did roll his eyes. "Just like I thought," he said, moving his head side to side so that his neck would crack each time. "You're all talk. Trying to sound big and bad to the savage Coheedsman." He leaned in closer, searching her eyes as he whispered. "Did you think I would really risk impregnating a Neve--" he glanced up just in time to spot a familiar figure walking by. His grin grew, and he looked back down at Zarha with a devious smile.
"Actually, I bet I know someone who wouldn't mind at all. My standards are pretty high, but my friend over here..." he stepped away from her, walking a few feet back to the path to reach out and grab the arm of the man he had spotted. He jerked the shorter man around to face Zarha, wrapping his arm around the man's shoulders. "@leander!" He called out, ushering the man over toward Zarha and rattling him around as he did so, pushing and pulling the man in such a rough way that it was clearly more bullying than fondness.
"Leander, meet my new Nevermeran friend Private Zarha Sliva," he said, gesturing toward her. "Like you, Zarha, Leander doesn't have much of a backbone and with only one wife, I'd say you're prime real estate for him! Plus, if you ask me," Iadrik leaned in to Zarha to whisper, though he pulled Leander with him and then spoke almost at regular volume. "I think he likes being bossed around a little bit. So it's a match made of bliss." He pushed the older, but smaller, man away roughly and crossed his arms, looking incredibly proud of himself.
"Zarha here was just telling me about how she can't stand Nevermeran men because they're so boring and weak, and she'd like to give a Coheedsman a chance. She's a little on the older side, but beggars can't be choosers, right?"
The sight of a soon-to-be unclothed female was hardly an usual one. Coheed had a way of forcing the modesty out of members of the lesser sex, and enhanced senses meant that any little conquests rarely went entirely unnoticed. One simply learned to disregard such sights and sounds and smells, just as one paid no mind to the tom cats chasing the mollies in heat. What made this particular encounter unusual was that the female in question was clearly of Nevermerean origin. A result of their lenient upbringing, those creatures were far more willful than the ones produced by Coheed, so to hear @iadrik attempting to tame one… Well, now, that was interesting, was it not?
Enticed by the prospect of some entertainment, Leander drew near, intending to casually stroll by for a better look - and inadvertently ended up part of the show himself.
Before he could react, unwelcome fingers wrapped around his arm, and as @iadrik yanked him toward the Nevermerean, Leander felt the other man’s arm fall heavily upon his shoulders. Trapping him. Wonderful.“Hello to you, too, Iadrik.” With the enthusiasm of a rock, the words grudgingly fell from the smaller Coheedsman’s lips as he made an effort to wiggle his slender frame free of his captor’s grip. Resistance was futile. Soon, Leander had reluctantly stumbled his way over to stand before the female, apparently one Private Zarha Sliva .“Pleasure,” He told her, though his tone suggested that their introduction was anything but.
Coheed was, regrettably, filled with men like Iadrik, and by now, Leander had spent so many decades as the butt of every one of their jokes that their usual abuse hardly phased him anymore. When Iadrik pulled him close, he attempted to shove the other man away, though he might as well have tried pushing a boulder for all his efforts earned him - until the bully interrupted Leander’s perusal of Private Zarha Sliva’s shapely form by pushing him aside without warning. The Coheedsman stumbled but regained his balance before he fell and turned to face his aggressor with his lip curled into a sneer. “You would know all about begging, Isakson,” He hissed, ignoring the witch in favor of the actual threat. “How else would you have found any wives? But if you’re unable to bed a Nevermerean, all you have to do is say so. There’s no reason to drag me into this as well.”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jun 24, 2023 4:14:41 GMT -5
Zarha laughed at this man;s assumption. "Typical of men, when we not begging on our knees for you uo take you. You blame us woman, cause it is easier for you to do then admit that you are a arsehole. As apparently now I told you I don't want to get nekandand that you need to ask my sergeants you act like you not interested." explaining her point of view. "To scared to ask for permission." She teased him.
Zarha looked towards Leander as Iadrik walked towards him. "Not much of a backbone? me??? I think you are confused... oh right you act tough but when it comes to preforming there not much there." Looking down towards his manhood, suggesting his performance in bed.
Laughing at the comment about him not able to bed a nevermerean. Bowing her head as a sign of respect. She walked behind @iadrik . She knows she can't really run away now and she can't really take on two of them. She look towards both of them.
Faylin told her to not let them walk over her but now there two she doesn't fancy her chances. Her eyes drifted between the pair. what is her choices in this situation. "He just can't admit defeat. would rather cry about it to somebody else then admits it."
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Last Edit: Jun 24, 2023 5:56:20 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
Arms moving to cross, Iadrik looked between the two of them. Had a better man or a Coheedain, even Cambrian, woman spoken to him in such a way, spit such harsh words at him as they had, it might have put him on the defensive. But it was hard to be offended by people you considered to be lesser than you. So instead, he only smiled. Smug and incorrigible, he took their insults in stride. "An arsehole? Muah?" Iadrik said, a look of exaggerated confusion in his brow. "Dear, dear Zarha Sliva , only moments ago you were asking me to teach you about what the Coheedsmen can do, and now you think I would be so driven to bed you that I would ask a superior for permission?" His lips puffed. "I thought you Nevermeran witches considered yourself free compared to our woman. If you have to ask someone else for permission to perform, are you really free?"
Her words fell flat as he offered her little more than a fake pout. It seemed she wasn't taking rejection so well. Iadrik would never have given her what she wanted. Even if she had fallen for his scheme and stripped down naked in front of him. He wouldn't lower his standards for their kind, which is why he had turned to @leander .
"Bold words from a man who slipped between his only wives legs in the dark like a garden snake rather than approaching her father and intended to rise to the challenge," Iadrik said, the smug smile still remaining. "But if you're so confident in your own abilities, Calderson, why don't you go ask her superior for the rights to her supposed innocence? Yes...I do see it." He said, one hand reaching up to scratch at his sparse, dark facial hair. "The resemblance between the two of you is uncanny. You're a perfect fit. And come on, Leander, you can't tell me you wouldn't if she gave you the chance?"
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I have standards, see. I wouldn't risk having a weak son by a nobody Nevermeran, but I think you would, wouldn't you, Leander? You'd take any son you could get at your age." He wagged his finger, then gestured between the two of them. "Really, you two ought to give it a go. I'll cross my fingers for you." As he said it, he crossed his fingers and held them up in the air. Then he wagged his eyebrows, and waved. "Have fun!"
In stony silence, Leander weathered Iadrik’s little display, let the old insults wash harmlessly over him, and watched the other warrior finally saunter away. A heartbeat of silence passed before he turned to the Nevermerean witch beside him, eyes following the curves of her body before rising back to her face.
“Yes.” Tone dry and dripping with sarcasm, Leander offered an answer to the unspoken question that undoubtedly lingered in the air between them. “He is always that charming.” This encounter had involved only a little roughhousing, however, and no punching. Only insults and the usual posturing. That was downright cordial for him.
Leander wondered if Iadrik’s pride hadn’t taken a little bruising free all. Men like him weren’t accustomed to hearing no, especially from a woman.
Men like Leander, however? Well, he knew how to swallow his pride. “Private Zarha Sliva?” He confirmed, having only heard her name from Iadrik, who was hardly the most credible source. “Do they really make you ask someone for permission to fuck? Or were you simply saying that to get him to go away?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 1, 2023 12:15:30 GMT -5
Zarha just looked at him pretending to not really care about the situation but she was thankful he was leaving her. Even though she pretended to be slightly hurt and disappointed that he wasn't willing to ask her supervisors for permission to fuck her. In a way, she was super happy that he didn't because that would of been super awkward for her if he went to Faylin or Kasper.
After Iadrik left she kind she was kind of happy though, she thought that he would of tried to take it further then she was willing to let him. Maybe she should of tried to tell him about her supiorer earlier, maybe then he would of left her alone. However, she was unsure about that. But she was happy it was done and dusted and she managed to get out of it.
When Leander said her name she looked towards him. laughing softly when he asked her why she brought up asking permission to fuck."Mostly to get him to go away, but at the end of the day, I am here to work, not to fuck. In Nevermere it is looked down upon to have sex outside of marriage and well you have loads of wives. Men in Nevermere just have one wife." She explained.
"I am sorry he brought you into this, he is... like you said a charmer."
Leander waved away her apology. “Those are not your amends to make,” He said, ever gracious - though it wasn’t hard to appear so in Iadrik’s wake. “Your company is all the apology I could want from you. I’ve no doubt yours is far more palatable than his.” In more ways than one. For a moment, his lips curved upward into a smile that toed the line of becoming a smirk before settling into something more mild. “And so far, I’ve yet to be disappointed.”
The Nevermerean’s answer to his curiosity had him briefly considering her like a puzzle to solve. “Here to work, not fuck?” Leander repeated. “Dedication is admirable, but, Private Zahra Sliva, I don’t see why you can’t mix a little fun in with all that work.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he shrugged at her. “You’re not in Nevermere anymore, and you’re a young woman surrounded by Terra Nova’s strongest men. What happens in Coheed stays in Coheed.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice to add, “And you wouldn’t be the only witch to test out what we have to offer.”
If they truly did not allow sex outside of marriage and everyone followed that rule as strictly as this one seemed inclined to, then Leander understood why all the men in Nevermere were exactly the way they were. Every man had needs, and a chronic inability to meet them was undoubtedly nothing short of emasculating.
Zarha looked at him for a moment as she went back to the swords she was looking at before she was rudely interrupted by Iadrik. They are only a few more swords for her to look over before she was done with her task. She laughed at what Leander said. "How do you deal with him? I dealt with him for five minutes and I already want to do more than kick his face in." She possibly overreacting but she was honest, that man is not bearable. Who would want to spend time with that man? She feel sorry for his wife.
"Well we can have fun, but not well we are working." She eyes looked towards the task in front of her. She thought for a moment as he leaned in closely. Not the only witch that tasted what coheedmen have to offer. Also, they are the strongest men in Terra Nova. "It's not that I don't want to test it out... I just don't want to do it out here in public for everybody to see." There was more to it. She was always wanted to keep things slow but people always telling her how she never relax
“Not an unusual outcome of interacting with him,” Leander commiserated with a smile and a slight nod toward her uniform. “But we all do what we must.” Nevermere had occupied Coheed long enough for him to gain an understanding of their hierarchy, and he knew that those of her rank sat at the bottom. “Perhaps you ought to warn your friends about him lest they endure the same torment. Avoidance is easiest, unless...” A thoughtful expression crossed his features before he shook his head.
As she turned her attention to the swords in front of her, Leander took the opportunity to step closer, ostensibly peering at the weapons over her shoulder though his attention did not linger on them long before returning to its previous subject. The corner of his lip curled upward. “Coheed has many showmen, but some of us don’t require an audience to perform,” He reassured her quietly, pleasantly. Let her think on that for a moment. With one hand, he gestured toward the swords. “What is it you’re working on here?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 6, 2023 10:43:42 GMT -5
Zarha attentively listened to the sound of Iadrik's footsteps fading away in the distance. She couldn't help but shoot a quick glance towards the direction he had gone, hoping to avoid the insufferable man for as long as possible. However, her attention was soon drawn to the look that had formed on Leander's face. Curiosity got the best of her, and she asked him, "Unless what, Leander?" She was eager to hear his thoughts and ideas, especially if they could help solve the problem with Iadrik without having to involve Kasper or Fraylin. Zarha was worried about the other female soldiers who were less outspoken than herself and how Iadrik's behaviour may affect them.
As Zarha stood before the swords, meticulously examining each one, Leander approached behind her. The way she scrutinized the handle for any creaks and the metal blade for any signs of damage was a testament to her dedication to her craft. Even though the swords were made for Nevermere soldiers and not typically used by Coheed soldiers, she wanted to ensure that everything was perfect. After all, if the weapons were not up to standard, what was the point of training? It was clear that she understood the importance of having the right tools for the job.
When Leander spoke Zarha looked up too him, hearing that some of them didn't need an audience there was warmth to her cheek. "Is that so?" Her voice was soft quiet enough just loud enough for Leander to hear. She was curious to hear his response to her question. When he asked about what she was currently working on. "I am currently checking the quality of the swords. Only one needs some repairs but aside from that so far it looks good. Making sure our tools are well looked after."
When he hesitated, she pressed him for his thoughts, and he considered her for a moment. “You would truly like to know?” Leander asked, something vulnerable flickering across his expression. “So few people genuinely care about what I think.”
Like any man drawing close to a woman, Leander was very aware of the witch’s body and proximity as he stepped up behind her and slightly to the side. With his face directed toward the swords while his focus rested elsewhere, it didn’t take much for him to tilt his head slightly downward to murmur in her ear, and it took even less for him to hear her response. One corner of his lip curled upward. “It is,” He confirmed, equally quiet.
When she explained her duties, he made a noise of recognition. “Any warrior must look after his sword,” He agreed. Another half step forward brought his right foot to stand beside hers, and with his left hand ghosting across the small of her back, as if to balance himself, he reached forward and wrapped his right hand lightly around hers on the hilt of the sword that she held. “If he treats it well, it will serve him well. It is his most important piece of equipment, after all.” He squeezed her hand with his, indicating the weapon they both held. “How does this one look, Private Zarha Sliver?” Subtly shifting ever so slightly, he pressed the growing heat settling within him lightly against her hip while using their combined grip on the sword to rotate it, as if examining the weapon for imperfections. “Does it need some attention?”
Leander shared his belief that not many people are interested in his thoughts. However, Zarha's compassionate and kind countenance indicated she is one of the few individuals who genuinely cares about his thoughts. "I am grateful to be among those who truly care," Zarha acknowledged, acknowledging the rarity of such a trait. While having only one person to confide in may seem insignificant, it is still better than having no one at all. This kind of support can significantly impact a person's life.
When he murmured the conformation in her ears, her heartbeat skipped a beat. As she bit down softly on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from falling over. Having it somewhere private feels more comfortable for her and to have somebody who could easily bend her over and take her where ever he likes to, willing to have it where it is more comfortable for her at least, tells her that she cared at least for her comfort.
"I couldn't put it better myself." Feeling him close the gap between them as she explained what she was doing, his presence in a way was intoxicating. However, in a good way. His body against hers was stimulating all the right feelings in her. Feeling his hand wrapped around her small hand in comparison to his. Hearing his voice soothed her, as even though her eyes was focused on the sword they were holding. When he asked her about the sword and she felt the heat growing from him. "Please call me Zarha." A soft breath escaped her lips. As she carefully positioned herself to feel more of him. "My opinion is that it needed to be looked at. Some tender loving care to be given."
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“Thank you. Your support means a lot,” Leander murmured, a small smile on his face, but his thoughts had already moved on.
When she shifted and pressed back against him, Leander let a quiet, appreciative noise escape, and his hand settled more firmly on the small of her back. With his thumb, he stroked over her own thumb and briefly considered how small she felt in his arms. Young. Breakable. But from the feel of her body and the way she responded to him, she was still very clearly a woman, and that was what mattered most. “I happen to agree,” He murmured in her ear, head still angled toward her, body still against hers. “And I think a woman as astute as you would know exactly what kind of attention it needs. Is that, Zarha, something you would be interested in providing?”