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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Time had passed, and Logan was sleeping in her room. There was too much to sort through for her liking, and even more frustrating was the fact that her memory… she felt incomplete when she dug into her memories of Logan. Of their past. He spoke and acted as if they had held some great love… yet she didn’t remember that. To her… he had married her because it was the honorable thing to do after he had gotten her pregnant.
She didn’t regret that, she knew that. Her children were her greatest accomplishment. That she believed thoroughly, and it wouldn’t be contested. King’s Witch was a close second. A commoner taking a position that was usually held by nobles. But love?
But Hadrian… she moved through the estate, seeking him out. Whether finding him in his room, or study, wherever, she didn’t stop until she opened a door and found him. Things had just gotten way more complicated for them… or was there a them even? She felt like there had been… yet now. “This… was not the trick card I saw being played.” She rested her back against the closed door, looking at him with a question in her eyes.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Mar 2, 2024 11:51:42 GMT -5
After leaving the couple to themselves, Hadrian had retreated to his room, intending to throw himself into some of his correspondence. When that didn't adequately distract him, Hadrian went to the small yard he used as training grounds at his estate. When Valeria was a little girl, she’d swung her first sword here. He’d been a younger man then, unstoppable, but after hours and hours in the yard he felt the age of his body working against him. A light rain started to fall, and so, sweaty and soaked with rain, Hadrian made his way inside under a gray leaden sky.
With the afternoon drawing on, Hadrian went to his room. He kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt free, and filled a cut crystal glass with whiskey…then another. Then another. By the time Alys entered, she’d look over to see Hadrian slumped in a chair, a good part of the bottle of whiskey gone, looking positively wild.
“No,” Hadrian said with a half-smile, “Me neither.”
At first she didn’t move, leaning back into the door. Her hands pressed against the spot behind the small of her back. He looked wild, he had history yes, she could see that in the gray that streaked his dark hair, but he was sharp. He was still powerful. His body still crafted as a warrior who knew battles and wars.
She slowly pushed off the door at that partial smile, her steps slow, steady as she approached him. Alys had so many questions, yet she was silent until she stood in front of him. Her knees brushing his. Then she carefully, lifted her leg just enough to knock his knees apart. Her eyes watching him with a slight caution before she stepped into the space there. No other part of her touched him.
“What are you thinking.” She murmured. She had been a widow, suddenly she was back to being a married woman. To a man who had been his best friend. “Let me in.”
Post by Hadrian Usher on Mar 12, 2024 16:26:26 GMT -5
Hadrian looked up at her, gray eyes stormy as the sea of the cliffs of Nevermere. Goddesses, she was beautiful. Lazy with drink he ran his eyes up her, up the curves of her body, to the fullness of her lips, to the freckles on her nose. Beautiful, but untouchable. Hadrian took another drink.
“What do you want me to say?” Hadrian said, exhausted, voice slurred ever so slightly, but still passably coherent, “Logan’s returned. I’m happy for you. Thrilled.”
He knew he was being petty. Perhaps intentionally so. Perhaps it was about more than this, about Logan and Alys, about what he’d just lost.
His gaze traveled over her like hands would have. And yet by the time she stood so close, he didn’t even reach for her out of instinct. A part of it stung her that he didn’t, hadn’t he been the one so desperate earlier to rush her to his bed… but it dawned on her then. He wanted a goodbye. A final goodbye.
“Thrilled.” Her voice flat, her hands at her sides. “Sounds it.” She reached to grip the arm rest at his side, leaning down to level her face with his. “Hadrian,” she tried to catch his eye, whether he would let her or not was up to him. “I don’t think either of us feel as if this was just something to quickly toss aside,” though as she finally brought this forward… her gut twisted.
“I didn’t think it was,” she confirmed, not on her end. Hell, she had… moved in basically. Not his wife but… a more permanent piece she thought. And with her memory altered… her feelings were stronger in one direction than the other. Honor was stretched in another direction.