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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05.12.2023
Established the "Tag Staff" discord channel for helping update the site.
05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023.
This fall and winter was a period of low activity for the site, but even so, the Dresmond board has continued to simmer with excitement. This kingdom has moved from distant side dish to a dramatic main course in the world of Terra Nova. A big shout out to members Heather, Nix, and Darkest whose high activity has helped lead it through a renaissance into a new era!
The corner of Evander’s mouth quirked up into a passable smile. The predictable creature that he was, it wasn’t often Evander could pull such a reaction out of his brother.
“Someone must carry on the family line.” He shrugged, staring off into the distance, “Perhaps I should put my mind to it. Find you someone suitable.” Evander sipped his whiskey as if he’d made his mind up about something.
Post by Keion Blackwood on Sept 12, 2022 11:35:38 GMT -5
Keion cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly at Evander's offer. "Please do not take offense, but I do not think you are someone who should be playing matchmaker, Evander. I am quite capable of finding and wooing a woman on my own."
He looked at his glass before downing the rest of the liquid in it, hoping that Evander had not already made his mind up. If he had, then Keion was sure he was doomed to suffer through some sort of awkward, set up date. "Maybe you should focus on yourself, instead. Surely there must be someone out there who would find your personality... charming." He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms lightly across his chest.