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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Keelan had just returned to his shared tent, not with his assistant and work partner but to be wife. Bride. The woman to which he had professed his love to and she who gave it back. The Morrigan entered and closed the flaps of his tent, "Rhedara?" he was sure she'd be working on proposals and ledgers, eager perhaps to know what transpired with his meeting between the crown and Nicholas Beaumont.
Sitting his things down Keelan went to his liquor trunk grabbing two glasses and glasses. He was smiling and in a good mood, why shouldn't he be?
Head of the Morrigan family.
Struck a brilliant trade with King Cassian.
Baited another sucker, who would fall along the way. One who would need Keelan and Rhedara Morrigan to save them.
He had an engagement with a promising witch.
They were working on an heir.
He poured both glasses full and sunk into his chair.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 12, 2024 8:24:40 GMT -5
Rhedara was indeed working on proposals and ledgers, although she didn’t get as much done as she normally would. She was eager to hear about the results of her betrothed’s meeting with the king and Lord Beaumont, but more than that, her thoughts kept wandering to other things. She found herself thinking about the upcoming wedding a lot. Things like what she’d wear, and who might be there. She also kept thinking about the night they’d made love…twice. Kept thinking about what a good time it was, and how nice it was to be touched. She also wondered if she was now carrying his child, but it was too soon to know that. Still, it was a surreal sort of possibility that she liked to imagine.
She heard the tent flap move before she heard him call out her name, “I’m here!” She called back as she eagerly set down her pen and hurried over to him—after taking a moment to smooth her skirt and fluff her hair a bit. She saw him just as he was sitting in his chair, two full glasses in front of him. She gave him a big smile as she sat on his lap, “Welcome back, My Love,” she leaned in to kiss his mouth, “How did the meeting go?”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 12, 2024 10:15:24 GMT -5
He accepted her on his lap wrapping his arms around her as she kissed him and oh did he kiss her back passionately. As for her question Keelan simply picked up her a glass and his own, "Splendid, as expected really of course the King doesn't want us to corner this market specifically but," Keelan actually chuckled and shrugged, "I have no intentions of not stomping down the competition of course and while I didn't get the position as the King's Tradesman as I desired...I've got ideas and I am going to need my loving future wife's assistance..."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 12, 2024 13:43:58 GMT -5
The kiss that she’d meant as an affectionate greeting turned into something that left her breathless. She would have been perfectly happy continuing that kiss, but there were things to discuss.
She took the glass and sipped as she listened. Him not getting the position he’d been gunning for was disappointing, but one could not go against the king. Openly anyways, “What does my future husband need me to do for him?” She reached out with her free hand and lightly trailed her fingers over his hair, “Are we going to sabotage somebody again?”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 12, 2024 20:46:57 GMT -5
Keelan sipped from his glass all the while smirking, "Oh most certainly, but," Keelan would subtly change the subject, "We prepare for Coheed," meanwhile he'd lock eyes with her and if she caught his gaze and focused she feel he was spelling a word out with his finger along back N-I-C, "There are still more to show the King there, mining perhaps, but paperwork of course and clauses and permits, the usual," H-O-L-A-S. Pause, "I will take care of all of that when we return to Nevermere or I can find a way to send Bulger word," B-E-A, "I wish I could afford you wedding planning things, but options for that are scarce in the wild," he joked U-M-O-N-T. Pause. Then he'd start again until she got it, her eyes could tell him if she understood.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 13, 2024 7:51:29 GMT -5
Rhedara sipped some more at her wine and listened as he spoke of Coheed. She felt him trace her back with his finger, and she didn’t catch on right away that he was spelling someone’s name. She’d assumed that he was tracing idle patterns in her back. But then she noticed that the pattern he was tracing seemed to have some sort of a purpose, and he had to trace what she realized was a name on her back twice more before she was able to picture the letters in her head. Her eyebrows raised. Nicholas Beaumont. Even before she worked for Keelan, she knew that name. How could she not? Her father was a fisherman and often spoke of that noble.
“Oh,” she tried to make her tone sound disappointed, catching on that this was not a conversation to be carelessly open about. She’d play the part of a disappointed bride-to-be, “I understand…” she said the word slowly, allowing a long pause that would seem natural as she mouthed that name at Keelan to be sure that she’d read his message correctly, “But maybe I can find some things in even in Coheed that would be useful for the wedding,” she peered at him over her glass, “Maybe an herb that the elder witch might want to use, or some other little bit of frippery I can pick up.”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 15, 2024 7:43:58 GMT -5
He was turned on by how quickly she seemed to put it all together and kept normal conversation, and he nodded in confirmation that she was right. A gleam of pride in his eye as he pressed on, "We could marry in Coheed? By their way, something interesting, married in Coheed and then marry in Nevermere as well? A marriage of two different cultures," C-U-R-S-E. Pause. H-I-M. Pause, then he repeated this pattern "What could bring more luck and prosperity to a marriage than being united through more than one culture?"
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 15, 2024 8:50:41 GMT -5
“Marry in Coheed?” She felt him trace patterns in her back again, and she focused to see if it were more writing. This wasn’t how she normally read things, so he would have to trace his message a few times until the letters formed in her head, “Now that’s a thought,” Cup…no, cursim. No. Curse…oh. Well, his secrecy made even more sense, “Are we allowed to do that?” She tried to put a double meaning into the question. Were they allowed, as in could two Nevermerans get married as a Coheed couple might. Where they allowed, as in, was that really what he wanted her to do? The day he hired her, he told her to try not to curse people. Not that she would object to it. In fact, it appealed to her. She even had a few ideas…most weren’t even barn yard inspired, “What are…Coheed weddings like?” She hoped he picked up on what she was really trying to get at, “Was there anything in particular you had in mind? For our wedding day?”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 18, 2024 8:57:41 GMT -5
Keelan smirked even further, she was so brilliant and he sincerely felt Nevermere had lost a promising witch, "Oh yes it can be done," Keelan responded with a nod, "For our future we need it to happen, there are no limitations to a future Morrigan wife," and he had told her not to curse but moreso in the instance of blindly or as willy-nilly but for their personal gain? For their growing power as the leading family? Oh they'd do it together and with purpose.
"As for Coheed weddings? I'm not sure, but I will find out and we will be the most cultured noble families of Nevermere...two weddings...two happy weddings? They'll be jealous. They'll wish for our business to fail...They'll wish our coffers and money to dry up...They'll think to curse us to failure..."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 18, 2024 13:03:30 GMT -5
She gave her shoulders a little wiggle to show the extent of her delight. Permissive cursing! Goddess, she loved the idea of it. She traced a line down his chest with her finger, starting from his collarbone, a satisfied little smile on her face, “I like the sound of that.” For the cursing yes, but also if their recent coupling had resulting in a baby. It would be some weeks before she’d know, but if she was…she might be showing by the time they got back to Nevermere.
She caught his meaning on the kind of curse he wanted her to weave. He wanted Beaumont to fall in every sense of the word. She bit her lip, but she didn’t look troubled at all. No, she was turned on, “Oh, that would be unfortunate for us,” she just kept herself from purring out the words. What would she need for that curse. She’d probably need components to make it stick for longer than a few hours. The black beach might me needed for it. She’d have to do some research, “That would be so hard for us. I will have to ponder how we could avoid such a fate…Maybe consult some books on keeping away such misfortune…”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 19, 2024 20:24:53 GMT -5
In her excitement Keelan found the newer feeling of his own giddiness, he gave her behind a little pinch, "You really are a treat Rhedara," again he sipped from his glass watching her over the rim eyes burning electric blue.
Lowering his glass Keelan began to stroke and trace his finger up and down her leg under her dress, "...books or scrolls love, I'll leave the creativity up to you...all the dark creativity," he kissed her."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 20, 2024 8:51:27 GMT -5
She wriggled a little at his pinch, her smile turning playful. She wasn’t quite sure what she did to be called a “treat,” unaware of some of the cuter mannerisms she sometimes exhibited, but she liked that he was pleased with her, or just seemed pleased at all. That he seemed happy, her happiness was increased, “I try,” she stared right back into those blue eyes. He had very nice eyes.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin as his fingers touched her leg. She returned his kiss, letting her hands move where they wanted. She’d try to get her hand under his shirt. Her own glass was forgotten, “My love, you spoil me,” she murmured against his lips. It really was like a dream. He encouraged her, aimed her tendency to whip out punishments toward those of a higher station than her toward something more constructive. Ambitious. Because of him, she explored areas of her skillset that she’d likely never have had the opportunity—or thought—to explore. It was like being seen for the first time, “It makes me want to spoil you in return.”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 22, 2024 20:29:59 GMT -5
"Rhedara I am a man spoiled by riches that make men envious, the world already spoiled me by being born male...your hard work, dedication, beauty, and you saying yes to my marriage proposal have spoiled me ever more so," he took her glass and sat it with his own on a small folding table beside them. Keelan with his old sailor strength shifted Rhedara to be straddling in his lap.
"Let me spoil you, you deserve it; you are the power and the understanding to us rising further in life...to places we never thought," his hands rubbed passionately down her body, "You will lead the Morrigan Coven....you will have it all with me."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 22, 2024 22:44:18 GMT -5
It was true, he’d been born with all the advantages. Aside from being a Morrigan, he was a rich noble and a man. Rhedara had grown up envying such things…well, not being a man per se, but being born into an affluent and noble family. And there she was engaged to a very old family. Any children she had with him would be born with the benefits she had been denied until now.
He moved her so that she was straddling him. She made a noise, one part delight, one part shock. His strength always surprised her. His mannerisms were so noble that she forgot what he did for a living. He worked on boats, and she’d seen the brass knuckles…and she’d recently had a very close view of his build. Clothes could disguise many things as it turned out.
All the talk of spoiling her and rising to power with him…the feel of his hands on her body…she was giddy. Warm. The promise of it all made her desire and affection for him grow. She had braced her hands against his chest when he’d moved her, and she enjoyed the tension of the muscle she felt beneath his shirt. By the time he said that she would be head of the Morrigan Coven, she had reached for the laces on the bodice of her dress and had loosened them enough that one sleeve slipped off her shoulder.
She looked into his blue eyes, smiling, “Me?” Now that was a prospect she had not considered that she would ever have. She wouldn’t bother to ask if he really thought she could handle it. Of course she could. The question of how qualified she was to be a head of a coven was something she would dwell on later. She’d make herself worthy enough, she’d make herself skilled enough, and screw over anyone who tried to stop her.
She kissed him, “I love you,” his power, his money. Him. Again, she thought of how she had nearly missed out on all of this. If she had not made enemies with Abbot, had Raff not abandoned her...It was a dream that she did not wish to wake from. He’d told her before that he loved her, and she would do whatever it took to keep his affections directed to her. He was the key to everything she wanted and more.
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 25, 2024 11:09:30 GMT -5
Keelan leaned forward where her shoulder was bare and began to kiss her soft skin, tenderly and passionately, "Yes you Rhedara, always you," he said these things between kisses that trailed up to her collar bone and at the nape of her neck, "I love you...forever and a day," and his hands slid under her dress to touch her, "Forever..."