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.
Established the "Tag Staff" discord channel for helping update the site.
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!
Post by Augustus Rainecourt on Nov 6, 2022 18:11:01 GMT -5
Augustus held his glass aloft, watching the amber liquid sparkle within the cut crystal. There was a look of triumph on his face. Of hope so pure and powerful there was almost a boyish quality to it. He thought of Emilian, of Coraline, of his niece and his family. These were not just times of darkness, he thought, but times of opportunity. Augustus had no doubt that his kingdom would emerge from present strife stronger and more unified than ever before.
“To Lorendale,” Augustus said, as if the name were that of his beloved, “May those who serve her prosper, and those who oppose her perish.” He would drink heartily from his glass, a fire in his chest.
Post by Dresden Drake on Nov 6, 2022 18:36:51 GMT -5
The words rang in Dresden's ears, both a promise and a threat in a way, though not necessarily directed at him. It was a sentiment he could get behind. For all it's faults, Dresden loved Lorendale too. It allowed him to be himself, whatever self he wanted to be. Everything he wanted and was passionate about was in the Lorendale. The only thing that had managed to escape it, the only person, was his sister. And maybe with Augustus's help, he could bring her back.
"To Lorendale," he lifted his glass close to the Prince's but not quite touching, and then drained it empty. His tongue swirled his lips for every last drop. "Couldn't've said it better myself."