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 Joan Lukyanson on Aug 13, 2024 12:21:00 GMT -5
Joan well this was happening would preferif it was him and not that mune do. However, he doesn't question magda choice jut that there more powerful men here then Mune. So he just drink his drink not looking. there really much he was doing.
Post by Mune Northson on Aug 14, 2024 2:02:01 GMT -5
None of any of this registered with Magda's prey as being anything even remotely sinister. He wasn't thinking even remotely clearly enough to even register it as such.
The encounter would leave Mune a mixture between shell-shocked, and star struck. The former chief would find himself dazed, lying on the floor he would do what he could to pull himself together. Perhaps some part of him, hidden deep within himself, was aware that something, somewhere, wasn't quite right. It was silenced however, and wasn't capable of raising any questions or objections.
The man would only just about manage to sit up. As much as his usual sense of Coheedsman's pride might have been revolted by the sight, he would welcome the wine for his parched throat. To Mune, this all felt unreal, as if it were a dream.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2024 2:03:08 GMT -5 by Mune Northson
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 16, 2024 13:54:19 GMT -5
Magda would pull the cup away and wipe a stray drip of wine from his lip with her thumb before licking it off with a long stroke of her tongue. “Well done,” Magda said, kissing him once more before pushing the goblet into his hand and dismounting him to saunter naked back toward her “throne”.
“You…” She commanded, with a finger, pointing at Joan Lukyanson with a come-hither gesture, “Come…” Magda would continue toward her seat, drinking deeply from a goblet of wine before reclining in her chair.
Post by Joan Lukyanson on Aug 16, 2024 13:58:42 GMT -5
Noticing Magda walking towards her throne as he drank his drink and then he summoned her. For him magda calling him was like a child in a candy shop and was told you can have whatever cand you want. He put his drink down and quickly made his way towards his queen, his goddess. The gem to his eye.
When he reached to her throne he bowed deeply before looking to her. "My Chieftain, you called."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 18, 2024 17:56:18 GMT -5
Magda grinned as Joan Lukyanson approached. The eagerness in his eyes pleased her, and his bow—a gesture Magda was not accustomed to—it exploded the joy on her face to new heights. “Always bow before me,” Magda said, “And you will enjoy a great many pleasures, Coheedsman. Come…” She beckoned him closer, “Show me how you will serve me…”
OOC NOTE: I think it’s pretty obvious where this is going! (Both this moment and this whole thread) To avoid having to fade in/out all the time, let’s keep things vague on the specific action and focus on whether or not your character would comply with the “lady’s” wishes.
Post by Joan Lukyanson on Aug 19, 2024 2:25:57 GMT -5
Joan smirked at the sentice, he will do more then just bow to prove how much he is willing to serve this beautiful woman in front of him. "Alway." He smiled. when he came closer he smelled her, she smelt of desire, sex and passion. "I will show you how a real warrior serve his cheiftess." Placing a hand on her back and pulling her c;pser that their bodies could be one and kiss her. He would show her all the ways he could take care of and serve her.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 20, 2024 14:57:30 GMT -5
And so he would. She’d call the most prominent among those gathered to her, each in their turn. Archelaus Ravensbornson would not be among them, for he had wisely tucked himself away out of sight. Magda grew more frenzied, a wild darkness stirring in her that lit her features with sinister joy. Eventually, after discarding her latest lover, Magda rose from her throne, laughing with merriment.
“Let those who wish to depart leave if they must,” Magda called to Kaalim Cyrilson , with a wave of her hand, “As for the rest - there is plenty of drink left for your cups and food for your enjoyment.” Magda took up a wine goblet and thrust it to the sky. “To Coheed!”
There would be cheers as Magda took a deep swig of wine and sauntered down from her seat. Passing Kaalim Cyrilson , she grinned an ran a hand over his chest as she walked away. “I will call on you later…”
It was Ramses Oziason she approached next, taking a fistful of his shirt in her hand. “You…come with me.” If he allowed, Magda would drag him with her into the Cheiftain’s Chieftess’s hut.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 20, 2024 19:35:22 GMT -5
The whole thing was truly a sight to behold and Ramses was felt with a feeling not unlike that of being intoxicated. Never had he looked upon a woman with so much respect and admiration as he had with Magda this night and it made him further question how his friend Rian could have abandoned not only his position but such a spectacular specimen of a woman. Surely none would ever compare to this goddess.
His heart raced with a thrill as he was singled out, her hand gripping his shirt and physically pulling him along. He didn't even bother casting sideways glances of triumph to those around him as he passed, he only had eyes for the Chieftess and was excited to fulfill whatever request she may of have of him once they were alone.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Aug 23, 2024 20:07:12 GMT -5
Kaalim would nod, uncross his arms and unbar the door of his large presence. The giant of a man watched as Magda left with Ramses Oziason, he wasn't overly amused. However the small pang of jealously was Kaalim reserved himself to leaving and returning home.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 16, 2024 12:45:20 GMT -5
The night would carry on; one of wild debauchery and gluttony. Many men would come away from that night transformed, bound with a new commitment to their unlikely master. Others would come away disturbed, others angry. But one thing was for certain: Magda Ivanova did not intend to fade into the background now that her husband was gone. She would seize power, damn the consequences.