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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Listening with rapt attention, Revna's eyebrow quirked at the new name. She didn't expect to know everything the All-Mother told her but usually she at least knew the players in the great game. Seemed as though she still had a lot to learn, waiting patiently as Isolde walked to and from the alter.
Revna's eyes danced over the plans, taking a few seconds to comprehend what she was looking at. But once she did her eyes lit up, smiling up at Isolde. "They're beautiful." Her hand touched the page, excited at the prospect already. The wind in her hair... But how? "How will they come to be?"
“There is an Arynnite that wishes to help us,” Isolde said with a proud smile, “I’ve known her a number of years now, and so far she’s been true to her word. She recognizes that Nevermere’s reach will not stop at Arynn Frey’s walls. And so, she wishes to help us reclaim our own.”
There was obvious affection for this woman in Isolde’s voice, almost as if Calliope were a Cambrian daughter.
With Isolde's words, Revna instantly trusted whoever this Arynnite woman was. Even though she had never met the woman, the priestesses trust and affection was all that the loyal acolyte needed.
"May her help further the All-Mother's plan." Nodding her head, the young cambrian assumed the priestess would dismiss her if there was nothing else to be said.
“I have no doubt it will,” Isolde reached out and stroked the side of Revna’s face, “As will you.”
For she could. In a time of uncertainty, when even loyalists like Wren had seemingly abandoned her, Revna was her proven constant. Perhaps she’d been a fool not to see for so long. To have Wren’s light blind her to the servant that had always stood beside her.
Isolde would not make that mistake twice. Not ever.