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
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Aldrich had gathered the male warriors and had asked Imani to come with her Parabolti too. He wasn't sure if she was officially their leader now, but it seemed like it. He wanted to see how well the warriors fought now, and how well they were able to work together. Some of the men still felt like the women shouldn't fight, and Kaalim had said that the women were nowhere near the level of the men yet. He needed to see it for himself.
He had two goals for this training. He wanted to see how they fought when he didn't give any instructions, but he also wanted to teach them more of the Nevermereans combat ways. There were plenty of training swords in the training yard. A lot of these men and women used hatchets and things like that, but he wanted to see them use swords. They were easier to block attacks with than axes, hatchets and so on.
The lieutenant stood with his arms crossed over his chest and watched the female/male pairs he had made. There were more men than women, so they were also men fighting men. From where he was standing, he had a good view over everyone.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jun 14, 2024 15:26:03 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Imani's pose and body language was similar to Aldrich's. She had her arms crossed as well, and was paying attention mostly to the female warriors. Soon they would have that crèche that Aldrich mentioned to her, which would be good for the Parabolti.
"Come on, Riva", she shouted at one of the Parabolti women that was getting hit over and over again by her male counterpart's sword. She needed the Parabolti to do good, so Aldrich wouldn't think they were almost cause. Now that she was married to Kaalim, it was even more important to her to lead the Parabolti in a way that would show Coheed they were a force to be reckoned with.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Apr 12, 2024 11:06:50 GMT -5
By the men, Magda’s presence would be felt before it could be seen. She’d emerge from between the barracks with her entourage of four Coheed warriors whom she now kept close for protection…ostensibly. Her stature and the grandeur of her entrance might suggest she was not a minister of Nevermere but a queen.
“Sergeant Abbott…a pleasure” She purred as she approached Aldrich Abbott, gesturing with a casual flick of her hand for her coterie to stay back, which they did without hesitation, “What a pleasure this is.” It was as if there was a shift in the air—the men would feel it, but the women would not. Magda’s eyes would flicker then to Imani.
“And you even more so. I’ve heard quite complimentary things about you, Imani.” Whether that was true or not, a little flattery never hurt. But she did know who she was. It was her business, after all, to kn ow such things.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 13, 2024 2:54:11 GMT -5
The women suddenly seemed to have the upper hand in all the combat sessions. The men were distracted by Magda. Aldrich grumbled and glared at one of the men when their eyes met. The warrior diverted his eyes and focused on his battle again. "Lady Ivanova", he responded with a smile, when he turned his head from the warrior to the woman. God, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. "It's a pleasure to have you join us." His eyes lingered on her while she addressed Imani.
Imani saw a woman approach with her entourage, and recognised her as Magda. She smiled and silently stood next to Aldrich while she talked to him. Aldrich seemed very captivated by Magda, but she couldn't really blame him. Magda had a powerful presence. She wondered if the lieutenant had asked Magda to join their session, or if she just happened to stop by. Either way, she didn't mind.
The newly wed woman smiled at Magda when she complimented her. "I hope I live up to the expectations", she said with a soft chuckle. "Thank you so much for approving of the crèche. Lieutenant Abbott told me about it, and it will be so good to have a place for the Parabolti to leave their children while they're training."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Apr 23, 2024 17:03:56 GMT -5
“The pleasure is all mine…” Magda purred. Though she was responding to Aldrich, her eyes were fixed on Imani with the same lascivious gaze she often scrutinized men with….though this one had admiration she rarely offered the opposite sex. When Imani spoke, Magda chuckled, a sound as beautiful as the woman that made it. What a charming little thing she was. Strong, yet retaining the supple curves of her womanhood.
“Anything to aid the cause,” Magda said warmly, “The women of Coheed have waited too long for equal opportunity. I can only hope that the wait is over.”
Aldrich remained quiet and gave her the opportunity to talk first, since Magda was addressing her. The woman was kind, and her words felt genuine. Imani smiled. "Me too", she said, letting her eyes wander over the training warriors. "We're still not at the same level as the male warriors, but I'm sure that with Nevermere's support, and the help of Lieutenant Abbott and my husband Kaalim Cyrilson, we can get there." Once more she returned her eyes to Magda. "I understand that witches will be teaching the children at the crèche. I look forward to the next generation of our warriors, then. Nevermere's knowledge will get them far."
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Apr 24, 2024 11:01:01 GMT -5
Aldrich softly bit the inside of his lip when Imani mentioned her husband, wondering if Magda would say anything about his brother, who was now dead, and the things Izen had done to her. He still felt like he needed to protect Magda, although she was a powerful witch.
"Maybe the next generation will even have witches' blood", he said, looking over at Magda. What were her thoughts on that? Witch magic combined with the enhanced strength of a Coheedian? If they could raise them right, to obey Nevermere...
Post by Magda Ivanova on May 18, 2024 15:51:54 GMT -5
Magda smiled warmly at Imani, one warm enough to obscure the dark, cold interior that lay beneath it. Kaalim had surely won himself a delightful little prize, not that it was all that surprising he’d done so. Magda dipped her head in acknowledgment…and then her eyes turned to Aldirch.
“Nevermere has long recognized the power of capable women. In fact, we’d be nowhere without it, would we?” Her eyes dragged over Aldrich for a moment before she redirected back to Imani, “I can only imagine what a melding of our two strengths might bring. A generation of daughters with power incomparable.” She offered her hand to Imani. “It would be an honor to have a partner in this cause…”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 10, 2024 9:50:24 GMT -5
Aldrich had to agree with Magda, whether he liked it or not, but he actually did. So he nodded, and watched the two women interact more.
"Perhaps we ought to propose an arranged reproduction program, in return for some benefits, or a reward. If we would, we would have to emphasize that it's voluntary, as to not fall back on old Coheedian traditions." Maybe it was a reach, or even overstepping, but Aldrich could only imagine how strong children of mixed heritage would be.
She held on to Magda's hand and smiled at the woman. Yes, Magda had great ideas, and saw the worth of the Coheedswomen. "I would love to help out", she responded.
Her smile became a bit hesitant when Aldrich spoke. A reproduction program was a sensitive topic. Women had been seen as cattle for so long, so she understood why he said they would have to emphasize it was voluntary. The men might have less trouble agreeing to it, but she doubted the program would be about Coheedsman impregnating Nevermerean witches. She didn't know enough about DNA and genetics. Would the offspring also be witches if it was a Nevermerean man that impregnated a Coheedswoman?
Imani looked at Magda, trying to gauge her reaction.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 10, 2024 18:40:09 GMT -5
Arranged reproduction.
Aldrich was blissfully unaware of the shit he’d just stepped in. The boogeymen of Magda’s past rushed forward as if Aldrich had summoned them. She shot him a look as potent as any curse, one that would last in all its flaming ire for a flash before it faded. Her smile returned. The ease sank back into her tensed muscles…and she turned back to Imani.
“Voluntary, yes,” Magda said, not wanting to start a confrontation in front of her new ally as her gaze tracked back to Imani, “Perhaps a subject for further discussion. After all… Magda smirked, “I’ve heard quite enough from the men of Coheed. Let the women do the talking for a change.” She dipped her head at Imani.
“My dear Imani, I will leave you to your important work. I hope you will call me later today. I’m rather easily found…” Magda then turned her gaze to Aldrich, “May we speak privately, Sergeant?”
Imani noticed the look on Magda's face, and the change in her behaviour. Possibly because women just understood each other on another level than a man could ever understand a woman. She had to keep herself from smiling, because she could only imagine what kind of shit Aldrich would get slung at his head as soon as she had left the two of them to talk.
"Thank you, lady Ivanova. I hope to talk to you again soon. Thank you for all your support." She smiled at the Nevermerean woman and nodded goodbye to Aldrich, moving to leave. She would head back to her training warriors, out of earshot, and bring them a little further away from them too.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 11, 2024 11:47:47 GMT -5
Blissfully unaware was exactly what he was. He didn't even notice the venom in her eyes. He was just slightly smiling and standing there with his hands behind his back like the big idiot that he was. Neither woman had started yelling at him, so the idea couldn't have been that bad. It was only when Magda asked to speak privately, and Imani left them, that he started to feel like maybe he had said something wrong.
"Of course", he said, holding out his hand, not to offer it to her but to gesture that they could go for a little walk. "What's on your mind?" He tried to still be cool, calm and collected.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jun 11, 2024 11:48:42 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 11, 2024 19:38:07 GMT -5
As they walked away from Imani, Magda glanced back over her shoulder once, almost as a promise to the warrior who now went back to her sisters. It was only after she turned around she focused on Aldrich, dark eyes looking up at him as if he were the only man in the world.
“Perhaps you’ve heard, but the king will be visiting Coheed,” Magda said in soft conversational tones as she would lead them back toward his office, “Now is the time for us to make abundantly clear just what it is we’ve accomplished here. I want the Parabolti to shine, as well as this crèche you’ve arranged for…” She smirked, looking up at him, “A stroke of genius, Sergeant.” As they continued, her tone grew softer with ever step toward the structure that had been converted for his use.
“It’s ever so important, Sergeant, the king understands that my time has been well spent. That I am worthy…I hope you will help me.” She pushed her curls behind her shoulder, looking at Aldrich more directly with wide, warm eyes.