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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Koralia was in her tent as she was going through all the the potions that was in her stacks as well as herbs that she packed along with her, just incase she needed to make something and she wasn't near anywhere where she easily get them. She wanted to make sure that they was well stocked as she doesn't want to let down the king. it was her duty to make sure that everybody on this tour was well looked after and if she doesn't do a good enough job here that it will look bad on her medical team.
She was going round checking her list along the names that was the labels of the potions. her face was serious and straight forward.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 29, 2024 10:30:44 GMT -5
People were herd animals, just like sheep, or horses. Most people in camp were gathered in small groups, by tents or by the fire. Sticking close, sticking together. It made them feel safe. But Ibrahim didn't need that false feeling of certainty. He was capable of taking care of himself and didn't want to be around others. Every herd had its leader, and when a group formed around him, it was quickly, non-verbally, agreed upon that he was the leader. He led the family. He led their secret troops. He was other's feeling of security.
With a scoff and set footsteps, Ibrahim left the place he had been standing in to make his way over to the infirmary tent. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that he should check it out. Who would be caring for them if something happened during this blasted tour? When he opened the tent, he realised why he had a feeling. Of course it was a woman. It made sense, their potions were valuable, but he preferred men in important positions. A woman couldn't keep her head cool in stressful situations.
"Good evening", he said as he walked further into the tent. "You're the healer, then?"
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 29, 2024 10:38:48 GMT -5
As Kora was examining the potions in front of her, she heard the sound of someone entering the tent. However, she didn't bother to look up immediately, as she was fully engrossed in her work. With her eyes carefully scanning the ingredients, she was trying to determine the right mix for the perfect potion.
Unless it was an urgent matter or the individual addressed her, she remained focused on her job. When she heard the man ask her a question, she looked in his direction for a moment. He was an unfamiliar face, but Kora didn't seem to mind. She was used to people coming and going in search of her expertise.
"Yes, I am," she replied, in response to the man's question. She didn't beat around the bush when answering the question. She didn't believe that help anyone. She looked back at the potions, her eyes scanning the vials on the table.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked, her voice polite and professional. Kora was always happy to help those in need, as long as they were respectful and didn't waste her time.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 29, 2024 14:18:43 GMT -5
So she was indeed the healer. An unfamiliar face, one he didn't know the name of. He had never bothered to familiarise himself with the military personnel of the palace. His witches were fine healers as well. He didn't need the capital to stay healthy.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't", he responded mysteriously, walking closer to where the witch was standing. She was examining ingredients, to make a potion, he thought. "I think my health is fine, but who's to say? You're the healer, after all."
Ibrahim would sit down on a chair behind her, eyes focused on her back. Not her behind, not that kind of backside, but on her back and shoulders. Were they tense? Was she a confident woman, or did the presence of a man stress her out? So far it seemed like she only cared about her potions, and wasn't worried about him being here. A good quality, really. Fear was a weakness. "Perhaps you ought to examine me." He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, without putting it on two legs. "And while we're at it, would you be so kind to tell me your name?"
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 29, 2024 14:34:00 GMT -5
For the way he spoke, it made Kora think that he was one of those kinds of people, who wanted to test her patient, but if he wanted to push her buttons, then he needed to try much harder than what he was doing. Kora stayed relaxed and focused when he walked up close behind her, it seemed like he was trying to intimidate her however, as she seen horrible wounds, lots of gore, creatures summoned from nightmares it would take a lot to put fear in her bones.
A part of her wants to laugh at his commands. She turned to face him her face was serious. "A name is given when one is earned plus you walked into one of my healer's tents without giving me your name." Her arm is crossed showing that she wasn't a woman willing to be played around with.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 30, 2024 8:29:39 GMT -5
She had confidence and a quick tongue, but Ibrahim considered himself quicker. "I see", he said, nodding. "So someone who walks into the infirmary doesn't get treatment unless they provide their name first. Well, am I glad that I'm not here because someone cut off my tongue. Then I would have to bleed out, because I wouldn't be able to give you my name." He didn't smile when he looked at her. His expression was serious, maybe a tad challenging.
"Are you not supposed to know who is on this tour?" the man asked as he raised from the chair again to walk through the tent. "Or are you not able to recognise a Bashar when you see one?" He turned around to face her, examining her features. "Judging by your appearance, you aren't old enough to remember the Ellis rule. Yet, we Bashar are well-known amongst the people of Nevermere. I won't hold it against you, you're just the healer, after all." He turned his back to her again to look at the potions on the shelves. "I'm having trouble sleeping. What can you give me, healer?" His voice was not rude, but not kind either. It was obvious he didn't have a very high opinion of her.
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 30, 2024 8:42:58 GMT -5
Kora could sense that he was trying to challenge her. She crossed her arms to show that he not going to bend over backwards for him. "I know more then you think, and you think i should be scared and do whatever you say because you a Basher. You are forgetting I am a witch, I summon nightmares." She was a woman who won't get pushed around if you don't show her respect you won't get respect back.
When he said he has trouble sleeping "It depends." Kora doesn't give two fucks if he has a high or low opinion of her. she was here to do work not make friends.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 30, 2024 14:54:33 GMT -5
A dry laughter came from Ibrahim's mouth. "Then apparently you don't know as much as you think you do, because I wasn't thinking either of those things." Most people knew who he was when they saw him. The Bashar were one of the oldest families in the kingdom. People respected them because of that. They also hosted one of the biggest mandatory training camps for children who lived far from the capital city. "If I remember correctly, all I did was ask you to examine me, and you're denying me service because I didn't introduce myself. Now you're also threatening me by talking about your abilities, as if the Bashar witches don't possess the same kind of magic you do."
He looked back at her. "And on what does it depend?"
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 30, 2024 15:21:13 GMT -5
Kora laughed softly. "First off lord Bashar. I didn't deny you, you walked into my tent demanding. Yet I am the head healer. So if you want the respect you so think you deserve. then give me the respect." She explained. "Now if you want me to treat you. Please sit down." Kora sat down in the chair that he was sitting in as it was her chair. Clearly stating that she wasn't going to be the person who going to buckle under him.
"Well, the conditions of your sleeping arrangments, any stresses going on. Any new changes, How long have this been going on for. New diet? Any new illness? How noisy is it when you try to sleep and when you go to sleep do you keep waking up through out or sleep through? lastly roughly do you know how many hours you sleep?"
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 31, 2024 5:52:39 GMT -5
Again, she was quick, and he liked it. He had to admit to himself that he was impressed by this witch. The corner of his mouth pulled upward into a tiny smile, barely noticeable, before he walked over to another chair. He sat down and looked at Kora. He pointed at her and shook his finger a bit to emphasize what he was about to say. "I like you, Lady Healer. I like you." He chuckled and placed his hand down again. "Allow me to officially introduce myself, then. Ibrahim Bashar, head of the Bashar family. I'm here with my nephew, Ares Bashar." He was curious who she was. He wanted a name to connect to the face that would be stuck in his memory from now on. A fierce woman. He wasn't sure yet if he wanted to admire her or break her spirit.
He leaned back and rubbed his beard, thinking. "I think it's this whole tent situation. A lord isn't really used to it, my lady. I wake up frequently, and sleep around five hours a night."
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 31, 2024 6:08:48 GMT -5
Koralia gave a smile but it was a 'you a dick' smile. Not expressing her fondness back to him. It will take a lot more then him to tell her that he like her for her to share it. "Nice to meet you Lord Ibrahim. My name is Lady Koralia Barkirtis." As he showed her a little bit of respect she would give him some back.
As Ibrahim explained his situation, she thought a moment about it."these situations are not the most comfortable." She stood up and went towards the drawers. She gathered some herbs, and she got some paste in a jar that smelled like lavender. "I am going to recommend you to drink this herbal tea before bed, it is to help get your body in a calming state. Also I this paste i need to rub into your temples, Lavender is a stress reliever, so should be able to knock you out like you be slapped round the head." She smirked at the last part, a part of her wanted to be the one that slap him round the head.
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Mar 31, 2024 10:03:58 GMT -5
Barkirtis wasn't a name that rung a bell. He assumed she probably wasn't from a big family, but that didn't matter to him. He hadn't expected to hear a name that he recognised. He bowed his head slightly. "Nice to meet you indeed."
He explained why he had been sleeping poorly, and Koralia thought about it before responding. "Slapped around the head, huh?" He chuckled silently. "Let's hope I don't turn as bruised and purple as the lavender itself, then." He looked at the herbs and paste she had gathered, satisfied with this as a solution to his problems. "How are you feeling about Coheed and Cambria? Worried that you'll have to fix up a lot of people, or do you think they have adapted enough to our ways to not give us a hard time?"
Last Edit: Mar 31, 2024 10:05:17 GMT -5 by Ibrahim Bashar
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Mar 31, 2024 10:26:09 GMT -5
Kora gave a soft smile at his comment, even though she hoped to see that, at the same time she didn't because it would look bad on her. "Well I think that purple will suit you." Kora smiled making a joke with a hint of I am not a woman to be played around with in her tone. She wasn't the sort of lady who let somebody boss her around and she didn't like people thinking they are better than her.
With his question, "Me? Worried? I am never worried, if we have to fix a lot of people then we fix them. I haven't seen the skills of cambria and Coheed so we will see what they can do and go from there. I believe it be tough as they have their ways and they possible be stubborn to change." She explained as she sat down on her chair and she looked at the man in front of her. "What are your opinion?"
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Apr 3, 2024 8:01:52 GMT -5
He rubbed his beard again. "I don't fully know what to expect. Cambria seems more reasonable than Coheed. Coheed has a reputation. They're known for their many wars. I don't trust them. They asked for help when the Eldouir were attacking them, and in return became a part of Nevermere, but I fully suspect them to turn on us once they're strong enough again." He crossed his legs, manly fashion. "That being said, I do look forward to seeing Coheed and Cambria. It will be interesting. And hopefully you won't have too many wounded people on your hands."
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Apr 3, 2024 9:04:37 GMT -5
Kora listened to the lord in front of her. "Coheedian men always had a strong opinion on things. just like a certain man sitting in front of me. We just need to show that we're Boss and we're ready to bite if we need tp." She gave him a smirk. He seemed more reasonable now that he talking to her and not at her.
"I hope we don't to, however i trust my team that they are capable if anything does happen. They know that I don't accept anything but perfect and let just say they rather run and hide then face me on my bad side."