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 Aldrich Abbott on Jun 12, 2024 15:47:12 GMT -5
They walked towards his office, and Aldrich held his hands behind his back as he did so. He felt his bones ache. He was nearing the big four. He only had two years left. He had recently turned 38, and didn't like it one bit. Magda's attention made him feel young, though. Something about the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes when she complimented his work, worked wonders like a fountain of youth. "Thank you, my lady", he said with a soft smile, bowing his head a bit at the compliment.
He held open the door/fabric of the structure, to allow Magda to enter first, and would follow behind her. "Of course. That I've promised you when I arrived here." He would pull a chair to his desk, holding it and offering it to Magda, before walking around and sitting on his own chair. "Tha Parabolti look promising, but Kaalim feels like they still have a long way to go. I'm sure that his influence will reach them now that he's married to Imani, but I'm not quite sure how we can get them to the same level as the men before the king arrives." He leaned back in his chair and looked at the beautiful woman on the other side of the desk. "Do you have anything in mind?"
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 18, 2024 9:59:12 GMT -5
Magda’s hum of satisfaction at Aldrich’s continued endorsement sounded more like a purr. She took the chair she was offered, lounging in it as she tossed her hair over her shoulder to cover the silver along her spine. She took less care to hide it, nowadays, but it was still there—a constant reminder of both the frailty and violence of men.
“Then we will put on a show,” Magda grinned, crossing her legs so the silk of her dress shifted around them, “Let’s not pit them against the men, but allow them to demonstrate their might standing alone. If we can prepare them ahead of time…think of it as choreography. A dance to put on a show for our king.” Her eyes dragged down Aldrich hungrily before they returned to his face.
“As for the rest…you so cleverly have arranged the creche. The more Nevermerean we can make these children appear, the better. Even if it’s a touch of theatre, so long as they can sound and look less barbaric for a few minutes, that should be enough.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 19, 2024 7:49:23 GMT -5
His eyes lingered on her legs, the fabric accentuating them so nicely. He forced himself to look back up at her face but he was clearly a bit distracted. So he cleared his throat and tried to focus. "An excellent idea, lady Ivanova", he said kindly, smiling a bit. "Against each other, there will be less of an imbalance, and we can add a little choreography to make it look even more impressive. I will speak with Imani about it, unless you prefer to?" He had noticed the two women seemed to get along well.
"As for the children, I can draw up what children in Nevermere would wear. The women here are pretty good seamstresses. If we put them in Nevermerean clothes, and teach them some Nevermerean manners, they will be the stars of the show."
The children might even outshine the Parabolti, but that wouldn't necessarily be bad. It would show the next generation as a perfect combination of both kingdoms.
"Will you be giving the King a tour with Rian?" he then asked, unaware at this point that Rian had disappeared.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2024 7:50:16 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 23, 2024 18:03:18 GMT -5
Oh, Magda saw Aldrich’s eyes as they drifted to her legs. Almost as a gift, she shifted again, fingers tugging subtly at the fabric to give him more to look at. “I will speak with her,” Magda said with a wave of his hand, “The women of Coheed have been dealing with the orders of men long enough.” She smirked playfully at Aldrich, twisting a curl around her finger as she did. The children. The warriors. A production to be deployed for the king’s benefit. Magda intended to rub her once-friend Kennet’s nose in it if the time came.
At the mention of Rian, the finger that twisted one of her curls stilled. Her gaze darkened, ever fixed on the Sergeant in front of her.
“Rian is gone,” Magda said simply, tipping up her chin in defiance, “He threatened me, then threatened to take his own life. I said I would not stop him. And so…” Magda shrugged, starting to twirl the strand of hair again, “He’s been gone ever since. I can only assume he will never return.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 24, 2024 4:08:09 GMT -5
Aldrich enjoyed the view, and had to keep himself from grinning and staring. Was Magda playing into this? Or was she just innocently adjusting her dress? He didn't know, which made it even more exciting. Not knowing whether she was teasing him, or unaware of the looks he gave her. He simply nodded at what she said. She could talk to Imani. The men had given orders for long enough now. He had to agree, whether he truly felt like it or not.
He noticed her finger came to a halt when he mentioned Rian. What she said caught Aldrich by surprise, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit happy that Rian was out of the picture. His brow furrowed as he looked at her. "What's with the Cyrilsons as of late", he muttered, more to himself than to Magda. First Izen had gone crazy, and now Rian. "I'm here for whatever you need", Aldrich then said, more clearly. "Anything." His eyes drifted down again, eyeing her legs again.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 30, 2024 18:04:44 GMT -5
“They Cyrilsons are barbarians—just like the rest,” Magda said with a lazy flick of her hand as her eyes stayed fixed on Aldrich, “They have behaved accordingly…though I hold out hope for Kaalim. I believe he may be useful yet.” Magda brushed her hair to the side, acutely aware of Aldrich’s eyes as they drifted down her form.
“I had a dream about you…” Magda’s words were a soft, simple confession delivered with a mischievous smile.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jul 2, 2024 7:51:52 GMT -5
Was that some disdain in her voice? She was suddenly quick to call Coheed barbarian, while she had spoken so fondly of the women before. It seemed like she was torn. She held out hope for Kaalim. He could understand that. Aldrich got along well with Kaalim and felt like he was a modern man, a reformer, progressive. He wanted to tell her that, mention that Kaalim and he had been speaking about integrating Coheed into the Nevermerean traditions and military, but what she said then was way more interesting than talking about Kaalim.
"A dream?" he repeated, trying to look serious but a small grin appearing on his face after a few moments anyway. Would her dream have been similar to the one he had about her a while ago? Her mischievous smile was intriguing. "Well, then I hope I didn't disappoint in said dream", he added, winking at Magda.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 6, 2024 12:32:49 GMT -5
Magda purred like a cat, lighting up when Aldrich winked at her. She twirled a single curl around her finger…round and round in a hypnotic movement.
“Not a bit…” Magda hummed happily, eyes freely roaming Aldirch’s muscled arms and torso, down lower until her gaze drifted to his face once more, “Though I wonder whether the reality is as promising as the fantasy.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jul 14, 2024 5:04:33 GMT -5
It was like the start of a bad [certain kind of video online]. Aldrich couldn't wipe the grin off his face and watched the mesmerising movement of Magda's finger twisting the curl round and round. He could see her look him up and down, and he straightened his back a little to puff out his chest. He laughed, a low sounding laugh, and shrugged playfully. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, my lady", he said, his eyes finding hers across the desk. In his mind, he could already see her crawl over the desk, towards him. And him bending her over it later. But this was treacherous territory, because no matter how much he wanted Magda, he was still a military and maybe even political figure here. If he did something wrong, he would pay the price.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jul 14, 2024 5:05:21 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 18, 2024 19:13:20 GMT -5
Magda tutted her tongue with a grin, still twirling her hair with a finger. If she wasn’t eyeing him before, she certainly was now. It was as if with the very heat of her gaze she could dissolve the desk between them.
“Oh, Sergeant,” Magda smirked, uncrossing and recrossing her legs as she shifted in her chair, “You underestimate the intensity of my curiosity.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 3, 2024 13:43:59 GMT -5
She seemed to be serious about it, which made Aldrich swallow, his throat suddenly dry. He hadn't dared to dream of it. He leaned a bit forward over the desk, looking at Magda and her beautiful lips. "I'm under your command, my lady", he said with a deep voice.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 3, 2024 17:11:34 GMT -5
Magda grinned—eyes as black and sharp as a snake’s prepared to strike. But no, how could she be a predator when everything about her was a warm invitation? A beauty so impossible it had to be investigated to determine whether or not it was real…
She rose and slipped the shoes off her feet. With the dexterity of a cat, she crawled up on the desk, swinging her legs over to gently wrap her fingers around Aldrich’s throat.
“Then rise, soldier.” If he’d allow, she’d guide him to a standing position with her hand about his neck, pulling him close and into a passionate kiss.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2024 17:11:42 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 5, 2024 13:16:37 GMT -5
His body tingled with anticipation as Magda crawled on the desk, towards him. Aldrich could feel his heart beating in his chest, and he almost felt like he was in a dream. But now it was that dream come to life. He grunted softly when she wrapped her fingers around his throat, his stubbly chin against her hand. And he obeyed her order. He let her guide him into a standing position, kissing her back when she pulled him in. He would waste no time and placed his hands on her hips, then letting his hands explore her body, over the dress, but wishing she would take it off already.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 8, 2024 11:22:59 GMT -5
Magda too would waste no time. She’d open herself to him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she dragged up the hem of her skirt. “You’re mine, Aldrich Abbott…” She whispered with a dangerous grin before kissing him again without tenderness, but with ferocity. Like a predator sinking its teeth into its prey.
Magda’s fingers would work quickly to free Aldrich, to bring him close and to have him consume her.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 9, 2024 16:51:17 GMT -5
Aldrich did not mind the ferocity. Quite the opposite. He welcomed it by parting his lips to kiss her deeper. He had fantasized about this, dreamt about it... And now he could be hers, do as she pleased and enjoy himself at the same time. Layers of fabric were removed, skin was touched. He would no longer have to imagine what it felt like to have Magda, take her on his desk. He was living it.