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 Kimora Llewellyn on Jul 15, 2022 1:58:52 GMT -5
Kimora nodded her head, signaling Camus that he could stand down. The demonstration had been sufficient. "Good, you can speak with the Minister of the Interior regarding the supplies but I would hope to see them on our Peacemakers by the end of the month." It was a step towards a far safer nation, one where the troublemakers who had killed her daughter wouldn't be on the streets and where they wouldn't need to look to the horizon fearful that some of Lorendale's rogue gifteds would pay them a visit as they had almost every other nation to date.
It was to Camus now that she would speak. "You and the other Dresmondi senators may select twenty of your most trusted men and women. If you're living here and providing so much assistance with the wall, it only seems fair that we find some ways to thank you."
It was with a fair amount of relief that Camus stood down. Ironically, he felt that he would have been far more comfortable in a fight with some Coheedsmen trying to kill him than he was standing here before the queen. It was over now, the Arynnites had had their fun and proved what they had to prove and he would be able to get back to his own people. He was midway through handing back the enchantments to the nearest available Peacekeeper when Kimora spoke to him once more.
He turned. He should have been grateful, being trusted with such powerful enchantments was an honor for his people. Dresmondi pride took over for a few seconds, tapering his response. It was the young fighter born of the Adoi caravan who answered. "We're not entirely helpless your majesty-" Then the senator forced to take refuge in Arynn Frey remembered just where he was and who he was with. "-But thank you, we are as always very grateful for the kindness that you have shown."
"Of course, your majesty." Calliope nodded her head at the queen, leading into a slight bow as she made a mental note to speak with the aforementioned minister. To whom she could also address other questions as well that she'd think up between now and when she met with the person. However it was only the practice of rolling with the metaphorical punches from her uncle Diogenes that she was able to keep her face in the same expression when the queen stated that the same equipment was being given to some of the Dresmondi. At most, she glanced in the senator's direction, simply following the direction of the conversation. Interesting.
Within the next couple days, she would attend that meeting with the Minister, putting forward the requisition forms for the new equipment for each of her Peacekeepers and several extras for any recruits that signed up in the next couple weeks. But by the end of the month, her infanftrymen were equipped with the new gear just before the end of the month.