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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It had been well over a year since he last visited Skia. Ibrahim didn't go to the capital often in the past, because he would have to stay in inns or dirty taverns, and that was below what he was used to. With the purchase of Gorgon Manor, that would hopefully change. The family could travel to Skia and stay in the manor, just outside the city. He was slightly nervous about it, because the family could also travel to Skia when they pleased, which meant he wouldn't always have them near him, and he would have to trust them and let go of the control he normally had over them. If any of them ran their mouth, he would be extremely disappointed and he would have to take drastic measures.
Ibrahim had sent a letter to Hadrian five days ago, when he and Ravi had planned the trip to Skia. He hadn't wanted to let @ravi go by himself because the man was unpredictable and hadn't visited the Manor before. They had arrived yesterday, and today Ibrahim would be trying to meet with Hadrian. Ravi eas probably visiting the library, which they had came for, or exploring the manor.
The man walked into the palace and stopped a guard.
"I am here to meet with Captain Commander Hadrian Usher", he said. "Tell him Ibrahim Bashar is here to see him." The guard recognised his name and showed him towards the military wing, where he asked Ibrahim to wait while he went to check with Hadrian if he had the time to see Ibrahim.
If the letter hasn't reached Hadrian before his arrival, Ibrahim hoped his name was familiar enough that Hadrian realised it would be important to receive Ibrahim. The two had met multiple times before and Ibrahim met with Hadrian to discuss the mandatory training camp every year or so.
Ibrahim would wait for the guard to return with word of Hadrian.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Dec 8, 2023 13:03:46 GMT -5
Ibrahim Bashar.
Hadrian had been surprised to receive his letter. Bashar was not a name often heard in recent years beyond whisperings from outside the capitol. There was an air of mystery about them, of that there could be no doubt, which Hadrian rather wondered whether it was intentionally manufactured. If that was the case, Hadrian found it an impressive play. For everyone always had an angle—even the commander.
When it was reported that Ibrahim had arrived, Hadrian instructed to have him brought to a sitting room, not his office in the military wing. This place would be far more comfortable, much more befitting of a meeting with a noble instead of one of his lieutenants. Hadrian was well aware that the Bashar family was an old and influential one. It never hurt to put one’s best foot forward.
It would be likely that Ibrahim would arrive in the room first, though he would not wait for long. Hadrian would enter, looking impressive in his military uniform, even though the gray in his hair betrayed his years of service.
“Lord Bashar,” Hadrian dipped his head in polite acknowledgment, “It was quite a pleasant surprise to receive your letter.” He offered Ibrahim a seat, if he took it Hadrian would sit as well.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Dec 9, 2023 18:33:09 GMT -5
All by all, Ibrahim didn't have to wait all that long before the soldier returned with the orders to being the head of the Bashar family to a sitting room. The man made a mental note of it, although he wasn't sure why yet. It was definitely a privilege of some sorts to be brought to a sitting room instead of the Captain's office, or the military wing in general, but it could also mean they didn't want soldiers or nobles to see a Bashar in those parts of the palace. For now he liked TJ believe that it was a special treatment offered to him out of respect for his name.
He had been in the room for a mere few minutes before the doors swung open and Hadrian entered. He looked impressive, but so did Ibrahim. His suit, his beard and his long hair (which wasn't in a bun today) made him look even taller, somehow.
"Captain", he responded, also dipping his head in respect. Ibrahim took the offer and sat down. "I understand", he said with a chuckle, which was rather unusual for Ibrahim. "I wasn't expecting myself to be in the city either, but business called me here." It was likely that there had been rumours in the street about the Bashar purchasing an estate in Skia, and their possible return to the capital. "It's been a while since we spoke. I assumed a visit was only fair."
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jan 12, 2024 8:35:02 GMT -5
Hadrian and Ibrahim were friendly acquaintances, but it had been some time since their paths crossed. Their fathers had been unlikely friends and Hadrian and Ibrahim had seen one another at many gatherings over the years of their growing up. There was a time when Lord Usher, Hadrian's father, had considered offering his daughter, Hadrian's twin, as a bride...though what became of that, Hadrian never knew. Ibrahim Bashar certainly lived up to his memory; he was a formidable titan of one of Nevermere's oldest families, and it showed.
"I do hope your visit will not be a short one," Hadiran said, chuckling and assuming a manner of ease, "Though if the rumors are true...it seems that it won't be?" Yes, Hadrian who always had his ear to the ground by profession, had heard them.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Jan 24, 2024 9:49:06 GMT -5
Ibrahim couldn't help but laugh softly. "Ever the gossip, aren't you, Captain?" he asked, kindly teasing the man. "You've heard correct, though. I've purchased an estate closer to the capital so we don't have to travel the whole distance back home so often. I will be staying a little while for now, to see what the capital has to offer. For now it's just me and my nephew who are here, but the other children are eager to visit the city as well."
Post by Hadrian Usher on Feb 2, 2024 18:45:38 GMT -5
Hadrian grinned. “The art of gossip is an underrated one,” He teased right back, “I’ve often thought the chattering women at court make better spies than some of our finest soldiers.” Despite the length of their separation, there was a familiarity and nostalgia to Ibrahim’s presence that made Hadrian feel at home.
“You should bring them,” Hadrian suggested, “There is much for a young person with cunning and tenacity to gain in Skia nowadays. And if the apples don’t fall far from the tree…” Hadrian tipped his glass to Ibrahim, “Then I think they should be well set. I’d be happy to find occupation for them if such a thing would be of interest.”
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Feb 5, 2024 13:44:46 GMT -5
Ibrahim laughed heartily and nodded in agreement. Those women knew a thing of two about gossip. They seemed to be aware of what had happened before it had even went down. Fortune-teller was almost what they were.
"I certainly will", he responded, although he wasn't sure how keen he was on bringing everyone. He liked to maintain a certain distance to the court and the royal family. In another life, Hadrian could have been a great ally in the battles to come. Sadly he was blinded by the King's charisma. The mention of finding them an occupation was an interesting one. Perhaps he would have to talk to Ares Bashar about it.
Ibrahim tipped his glass as well with a soft smile. "I might just take you up on that. Some of them could really use some direction." He then sighed. "Now I've mentioned that, I wanted to ask you something. What do you know about Keelan Morrigan? He seems to have taken a liking to my niece, and I'm not sure what I think about that."
Of course the Morrigans were family in a way. Keelan was his brother-in-law, but Ibrahim liked to play it as if he wasn't sure how to feel about the Morrigans and their history.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Feb 8, 2024 15:51:33 GMT -5
Hadrian chuckled. Children often did. Though he missed Valeria terribly, he hoped he’d given her just that by sending her from the military to Arynn Frey. It was his duty as her uncle, after all, to see that she was cared for.
“Keelan Morrigan?” By virtue of his name, he was known to Hadrian. Though the man did not have a strong connection to court, it was Hadrian’s business to know who all the players were. After all, even the most insignificant of men could be made relevant overnight.
“I have to admit I’m not overly familiar with him directly, only by reputation. His branch of the Morrigan family tree comes with its…complications,” Hadrian didn’t know what other word to use, “But he seems reasonable enough. The kind to pull himself up by his bootstraps—ambitious, to be sure. And…” Hadrian shrugged, “Your niece could do worse than to marry a Morrigan. She’d be taken care of.”
Hadrian considered for a moment whether to tell Ibrahim about Keelan’s affair with Regan Lassiter. It was known to him, but then again, he decide the list of the woman’s conquests was long and it did Keelan a disservice to name him specifically.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Feb 29, 2024 8:47:17 GMT -5
Ibrahim listened in silence to Hadrian's opinion, and appreciated it. The insight was useful and he would take it into account.
"Hmm", he responded after a few seconds. "Thank you, Hadrian. You know I always appreciate your insightful opinions. Always the perfect mix of objectivity and subjectivity." He smiled softly, something he didn't do often.
"You know my brother, Idris? He is very ill. I'm afraid he will not last another season. It's also one of the reasons why we're back. I'm still deciding whether to bury him in Skia, or at our estate in the outskirts."
Post by Hadrian Usher on Mar 2, 2024 11:57:30 GMT -5
Hadrian raised his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” Hadrian said with sympathy—not for the man’s death necessarily but for Ibrahim and his family, “Death comes for us all, but it does not make the business any less pleasant.” He stood, fetching a bottle of scotch from the cart and pouring two glasses. As he did, he spoke.
“When my sister departed us, my mother made a fuss about having her buried in the family plot. My mother’s side were people of the forest, but the Ushers were seafarers, all of them. Though the circumstances of her death were…complicated, to be sure, my father ensured she was still buried at sea. Burned so that her ashes might live in the waves.” He sat, handing over a glass to Ibrahim.
“I look out at the sea, and I’m grateful she lives in them. Can’t say I’d spend the same amount of time looking at the ground beneath my feet.” He tipped his glass in a cheers before drinking.