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 Octavius Wulfbrand on Nov 9, 2023 7:39:16 GMT -5
Octavius nodded, accepting her answer, suspecting as much. He hesitated only a little before asking a follow up question:
“But Nevermerean men have been living in Cambria now for almost eight years. Surely you have all seen and now know that we are different?” He searched her face, hoping this conversation with her would give him a glimpse into the Cambrian psyche.
Waiola looked at Octavius for a moment as she tried to think of a way to explain this. "You a soldier? When you are trained to do something for a long time, then somebody comes along and changes it. It takes a while for your muscles to get used to that routine. It is the same for our brains, all our lives we were taught this way and yes some picked up the routine quicker than others."
"We have built this up all by ourselves and I think even though you been here for eight years that as soon as we show a moment of weakness Men will rip this land from under our feat."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Nov 16, 2023 13:53:50 GMT -5
Octavius listened, a soft frown furrowing his brow.
“But…” he said softly, wading into potentially treacherous territory, “you were slaves to Coheed. Nevermere freed Cambria…and when we did, an agreement was struck. We are now one kingdom. Married, you might say. When you are strong, we all are strong. When you are weak, we all suffer.” He was surprised she didn’t understand this. Cambria was a victim to Coheed, not Neveremere.
Listening to Octavius speak, when he spoke the words 'we' Waiola looked into his softly. This is possibly the first time she herself has heard a man say the word we. It was a strange feeling. She took a soft breath as she looked at the place Waiola calls her home, this is her family. "I know." This was the first time Waiola had been vulnerable in front of anybody. she always has a guard up.
Placing a hand on his arm, giving him a warm smile before wrapping her arms round him being careful knowing that Nevermere soldier are not used to their strength. Before whispering. "I trust you, Wulf."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Nov 28, 2023 6:23:06 GMT -5
Octavius was pleasantly surprised by the hand. It was a subtle thing, but spoke volumes of the potential. If they could all have more conversations like these then surely they would have peace. Surely they would all stand on the same side in this world.
Then a hug followed, and he was almost shocked senseless. At first he cut his eyes around, expecting this to be a joke. But no. It seemed sincere. Slowly, slowly, his arms moved to encase Waiola in return.
“Thanks.” The word left his lips softly, as if spoken to a sleeping child. Maybe he thought talking too loud would break this fragile moment.
When Waiola felt his arms wrap around her, it felt nice. She never thought that a man would have such a gentle touch. She knows that he doesn't have the strength of Coheedsmen, but this feels different. It's different in some ways. This was the first time she was willingly touching a man. Closing her eyes for a moment, "Wulf? what is it like in Nevermere?" not wanting to let go, but she pulled away from him slightly but kept her hands on his waist.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 9, 2023 7:35:30 GMT -5
Octavius was peering out over the top of Waiola’s head, thinking up what he would say when (not if) the soldiers who witnessed this tender moment came asking. Of course, it would all be teasing fun and games, but still, he’d need words to make sense of it all.
“Uh,” he said, not looking down at her when she shifted to look up, “it’s…harder to breathe there.” He’d never said that out loud before but he supposed it was true. “In Skia, anyway. Every nook and cranny is filled with a stone or a shop or a person.”
The joys of feelin' suffocated. Even though she was more free, allowed to breathe here, she still remembers being in one hut with her father, his several wifes and their children. It was hard at times to be remembered to be able to assist your mother and the other women doing the chores without getting into each other ways well still getting what was needed done.
There was a softness in her blue eyes trying to find the right words to say to encourage him. "I do hope that they at least appreciate the work that you do as a warrior?"