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
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Magda will enter with Kaalim once everyone else has dropped themselves in.
The rich scent of cottonwood smoke filled the night air as the feast’s fire lept toward the star-spangled heavens. Tables had been set up in the secluded grounds behind the chieftain’s hut, laden with food the guests indulged in as they liked. Wine flowed, and laughter rang out from the revelers as their lips started to loosen and the alcohol clouded their minds. There was not a woman in sight…at least, not at the present. The most notable warriors and figures of Coheed—or at least, those that could be called—had gathered for a feast at their governor’s invitation, and his Nevermerean wife. As for those who still resisted, or at least were skeptical enough to stay away…Magda still had time. Time to worm herself into their dreams so that they could be dropped into the mouth of the Venus fly trap of a witch. In fact, she’d come to haunt the dreams of more than a few of the men who now stood about her fire.
It was only Kaalim Cyrilson who knew that the governor would not appear. It had been days since Magda had sent him away, after he’d betrayed her, after he’d demonstrated he was no better than any other man who had raised his hand in anger. That had been the final nail in his coffin…and the final push for her to realize her full power.
There were two chairs, one ostensibly set up for Rian and the other beside him for his wife—though this one less prominent. For now, Magda had not yet emerged. Neither had Kaalim, who would appear alongside her. But for now, the party continued a mix of Coheedian warriors who were waiting in a snare beautiful snare that would captivate them all.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Jun 18, 2024 10:34:58 GMT -5
Ramses was more than delighted to be at this more exclusive party. He'd known Rian for some time now, the two of them having befriended one another. HE hadn't seem him for at least a few days but that wasn't entirely abnormal, the man was rather busy after all. Ramses was among some of the most animated of the group. He'd had more than enough wine and was currently chowing down on an animal leg, grease making his fingers slick as he occasionally popped them into his mouth to clean them off while he joked around and laughed with his fellow Coheedsman.
Post by Joan Lukyanson on Jun 19, 2024 8:33:29 GMT -5
When Joan received word of the event, he was keen on interacting with people, particularly if Magda would be present. He discerned that something seemed amiss as he gauged the atmosphere. He consistently endeavours to sense and understand people's moods.
As he walked around he noticed Ramses Oziason "Ramses, how have you been?" His voice was natural in tone however it wasn't unfriendly. He smiled as he was currently drinking some of the best drinks that they could have and the best meat one can hunt after all Joan does love his meat.
Post by Mune Northson on Jun 21, 2024 1:18:58 GMT -5
Mune had been given an invitation and would answer. It was one of his duties after all. He'd left his wives, and children back at his hut. He had come dressed in his best furs. Although he wasn't entirely clear what all of this was about, the former chief assumed that it would be a feast of some sort. Rian was not a man who could safely be refused, or denied. So even if such gatherings weren't quite to his liking, he made the effort to come along.
He would find a place to settle down, and pass much of the time in his usual reverie unless disturbed.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Jun 21, 2024 1:46:42 GMT -5
Archelaus had dragged his feet all the way to the celebration. It was concern about what would happen if he weren't to show up that motivated him more than an actual desire to be present. He'd left Sonny back with his wives and other children. As he made his way through those gathered, he went in search of some isolation. The sight of Ramses Oziason was enough to cause Archelaus to come to a brief stop. His expression darkened. He hadn't forgotten the last time that the two of them had met. The loss of his honor still tasted bitter in his mouth.
He forced himself to ignore it. Now wasn't the time to try to settle an old score.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jun 23, 2024 15:48:04 GMT -5
The doors at the back of the Chieftain’s hut would open in an almost choreographed fashion, pushed by two Coheedsmen standing on either side. As the doors swung open, Magda would emerge first, with Kaalim just at her side. Whatever the Coheedsmen had thought of her before, seeing her now would make them look upon her with new eyes. Magda was resplendent, irresistible, adorned like a jewel-encrusted barbarian queen, her newfound power transforming her from human to goddess in their eyes. For Magda had become something far more beautiful an terrible than the terrestrial world could ever produce.
As Kaalim Cyrilson and Magda entered, one absence would be notable: Rian. The music faded, except for the drums, as Magda made her way to the throne-like chair she’d set for herself, bidding Kaalim to go to her opposite side. With the fire leaping to the heavens, Magda would raise a hand to stop the drums. She’d smile, looking at them all as she shone in the darkness.
“Tonight, we feast in memory,” Magda tipped up her chin, eyes shining as if with distant tears, “For Rian Cyrlison has taken his own life.” No, this wasn’t the truth, but it was the one that Kaalim and her had settled on to explain the chieftain’s disappearance. So that they might move forward. Magda paused to let the words be absorbed before continuing.
“My husband was weak. Only a weak man rips himself from this earth to leave his wife and children, brothers and comrades, to navigate what he could not. Weakness has no place here, not in Coheed, and tonight?” Magda smiled, white teeth flashing like beautiful fangs in the firelight, “I see no weakness. I see only power and potential for what we might accomplish together.” Unless stopped, Magda would slip her arm through Kaalim’s.
“I have come to love you, love the land of your forefathers as my own. And it is alongside you that I will see Coheed enter a new era. An era where its glory and might are restored—not as it was, no, but transferred into something far more magnificent than anything that has come before. I stand with you all…if you’ll have me.”
The last words were laced with more than double entendre. It was a lustful invitation.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2024 17:57:04 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jun 23, 2024 21:35:22 GMT -5
Kaalim entered in tow with his Queen as much had already been claimed, and as such the beastly sized man wore his best armor only the bear shaped helmet was tucked beneath his arm, in his other hand was his large battle axe. He entered with his head held high and chest puffed proudly. As his Queen made her speech Kaalim looked from each and every man present as if daring them not to accept Magda Ivanova, daring them not to allow her to stand with them or better yet to not kneel before her and pledge their alliance to their Queen.
"I accept it Chieftess, I will be first to tell you now that I stand with you," Kaalim was the first to speak, "You have my axe and you have my honor as a warrior."
Post by Joan Lukyanson on Jun 29, 2024 13:26:09 GMT -5
Joan watched as Magda walked in. A soft smile on his face, she was the vision of perfection. She is the meaning of power so when he heard that that man who was chief killed himself. He was truly weak not worthy to work this world.
Listening to magdalena words he walked over he didn't need kalimantan example. He wikk even top him. He bang his fist to his chest bowing his head, fulling to his knees. "I will serve you. Anything you need, I'm yours." He declared out loud
Post by Mune Northson on Jun 30, 2024 1:24:46 GMT -5
Mune would be his usual quiet self. He'd learned long ago the importance of not nailing his colors to the mast. No matter the occasion. People rose and fell in Coheed, much like anywhere else, and it wouldn't do for his name to be tainted by association with them. So outwardly, the former chief would appear to be neither hostile, judgement, nor rejoicing.
His curious and attentive gaze would travel around the others present, studying their reactions and trying to read the general mood about this latest change and announcement. It would seem that some certainly weren't quite so timid when it came to speaking their minds, and declaring their loyalties. Mune watched Joan Lukyanson, wondering what would become of him if one day the chieftain was overthrown.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Jun 30, 2024 2:37:17 GMT -5
Archelaus remained in his little corner. He watched from afar. He didn't speak, not share his own views. Foreigners in Coheed had come commonplace these days, whereas a few years ago they would never have been seen as anything other than prisoners. He wondered what the state of things would be in another few decades. The witch-doctor had heard the rants, and quiet (sometimes not so quiet) mutterings around the land regarding their neighbors. To the man, it made little difference.
He would go on living, regardless of what internal politics were at play. If this woman from another land, Magda, wanted to call herself chieftess, or whatever other folly. Who cared? Little would change in his mind.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 1, 2024 10:58:03 GMT -5
Kaalim’s reassurance was like a shot of adrenaline, coursing through her veins. The enthusiasm from the attendees made it all the sweeter, the seductive magic she possessed infecting them until they’d abandoned all reason. After all, with her new dark magic, the men of Coheed would not be able to resist her. The magic would bid them to please, would drive them to submit as they stood in her presence. None would escape her.
More declarations would follow. One after another, after another, after another. Men going against their better judgment in service of a witch. And Magda’s smile grew all the while. Any that did not speak would not escape her notice.
“Well then…” Magda said, looking around at those gathered, “Tonight, we celebrate.” With a flick of her hand, she instructed the musicians to start up again. The men cheered and went to their drink as Magda kissed Kaalim on the cheek before whispering in his ear.
“I want to see that one. Tell him to come to me.” She gestured at Mune Northson before lounging back on the makeshift throne she’d fashioned for herself, trusting Kaalim Cyrilson to carry out her command. No doubt, however, he would not face resistance. Magda’s magic would draw him like a moth to a flame. Him, or any other man.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jul 1, 2024 11:56:49 GMT -5
Kaalim was disappointed in these men, perhaps not Joan Lukyanson with his proud dedication to Magda but the others with their nods and silent claims made Kaalim distraught. However just before he was going go shout that these men rise and bend the knee his Queen seemingly approved of their approvals and the large man stood his ground in quiet condemn.
When Magda planted her kiss and order Kaalim pounded a fist to his chest, "Yes of course," stepping back and then towards Mune Northson the giant warrior stopped inches away Mune and gave him a respectful greeting with a hand pounding his chest again, "The Chieftess would like a moment of your time Mune," and it wasn't optional, Kaalim would escort Mune to Magda.
Post by Mune Northson on Jul 5, 2024 15:24:49 GMT -5
Mune was intrigued by the sheer approval that this foreigner was getting. In his experience, most of those from outside of Coheed were generally met with at best indifference, and generally downright hostility. As he turned to look towards Magda, he supposed that she was definitely... Alluring. Captivating either. Perhaps the former chief of Hausten would have joined in pledging his allegiance, were it not for Kaalim's sudden arrival.
For a moment, Mune would just sit there blinking dumbly as he tried to process just what had been asked of him. He raised his eyebrows, looking over towards the beautiful woman again, and wondering what she could possibly want with him. Oh well. He would have to find out. An expert philosopher in the inevitability of death, the former chief agreed without much hesitation. He would get to his feet, and make his way over towards Magda Ivanova, well and truly in her thrall. He would greet her accordingly. "You wished to speak with me chieftess?" He would ask her.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Jul 6, 2024 9:49:26 GMT -5
Archalaus neither noticed, nor cared for Magda's beauty. Perhaps he would have had he been in a frame of mind to even look in her direction, then things might have been different. As it was, he remained deep in his own thoughts, and lost within his memories. He used it as his escape, imagining him back with his old tribe and his real family. A swig of ale did little to help him. He closed his eyes, doing his best to block out the rest of the world around him and slip just a little bit deeper into better times.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 6, 2024 12:41:29 GMT -5
Magda smiled at the once-chief. He was unlike many of the other Coheedsmen she’d seen; some of the roughness had been sanded smooth, his presence dignified but not pushing to take up more space as other warriors were wont to do.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure…” Magda rose from her seat and stepped forward, getting within a breath of Mune Northson’s face as she looked him up and down, “What is your name, Coheedsman?”