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 Regan Lassiter on Mar 28, 2023 13:07:16 GMT -5
Regan looked him up and down, a smirk on her face and a sparkle in her eye. “Yeah,” She said, her smirk pulling into a sideways grin, “That’s gonna take some time.” Regan turned to head for the door, looking back at Othello once more once she opened it. It looked like she was about to say something, but evidently decided against it and exited.
The feeling Regan was left with was bittersweet. There’d been comfort in her companionship with Othello. Her task had been clear, her life had been given structure. But now she was adrift again, waiting for the next thing, hopeful that it was one she could accomplish in a way that wouldn’t disappoint again.
Regan had succeeded this time, but she knew she was running out of second chances.