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.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
At the beginning of February 2022 the site will experience a 5 year time jump! The IC year will jump from 822 to 827! This gives us about 8 months to prepare our characters for that jump. We plan to host very intentional planning sessions to help everyone get their plots and characters ready for this! As of this moment, one thing you should all start considering is making sure the threads your characters are in are furthering your character's stories.
"I want to smoke a wagonload of weed and sleep for six months," she admitted. "...but I know I'll feel worse if someone needs a healer's help and I'm just...passed out, so...I'm practically drowning myself in mint and ginseng tea. And probably more coffee than is wise." She shrugged. She knew this crisis couldn't continue at this pitch forever, but the lingering effects, the slower healing, the paranoia, the grief, would remain. Maybe there would be time for rest, then.
She laid a comforting hand on Jaskier's shoulder.
"Do you want some cannabis, to help you relax a little? You can smoke it, which is faster, or I've got a friend who puts it into brownies."
Jaskier smiled but shook his head. "I'm alright, thank you though. I wouldn't want to inhibit myself in case I might be useful." He sighed and looked around. There were things he could be doing to be more productive, and now that Etta had helped him to focus hew as feeling ready to at least attempt to take on the challenge.
"I should probably go," he told her, patting her hand on his shoulder gently. "You've really been a big help to me, thank you."
"Any time," said Etta, giving him a small smile. It was difficult to feel truly content, just now, but it was at least something to be able to earnestly feel that she had done something right, however small. "Don't forget to drink plenty of water." It was trite, she knew, but she'd rather remind fifty people who didn't need reminding than not remind someone who did. "You should talk to Arlo, about...about going to find her. To bring her home," she added gently, but doing her best to be encouraging. "And be safe, Jaskier. All of you."
Jaskier smiled at her reminder. "I won't forget, I promise," he said warmly. He nodded to her suggestion. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do but there would soon be a driver's meeting and he would be sure to bring up his thoughts. "I will, thank you Etta." He offered a final smile, and expression tainted by the pain he still felt, and he and Clementine walked away. There was still much to decide.