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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In a completely mature reaction to Keion's teasing, she narrowed her eyes in a way that promised retribution even as her lips twitched in amusement. She loved spending time with her brothers and it had been a little too long since she'd seen both of them at the same time. "Maybe a slight adjustment to have the puppet's voice speaking your words in their voice instead and then no one would even know the difference." She sipped at her wine. "Unless you wanted them to know that it was you, at least."
Keion's eyebrow quirked up at Calliope's next suggestion. Now that actually sounded like a feasible adjustment to it. He nodded, his hand coming up to rub at the stubble on his chin. "That is a good idea. What would be even better is if you could control them entirely. Their movements, facial expressions. Being able to speak for them is fine but it means nothing if their body language does not match it."