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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Before Temperance could answer his own inquiry, Ber had turned his attention to the tin of tea, so he did not see the frown that had briefly crossed his companion’s face as she replied in the negative. By the time he glanced back up at her, all signs of her discomfort had been hidden away. “Clearly, we all lead very exciting lives,” He deadpanned. “They’ll be writing songs about us for centuries to come.”
In the second it took to recognize what the sudden lurching of Temperance’s shoulders meant, Ber had only started leaning away, eyes widening helplessly as he attempted to avoid what only turned out to be a false alarm. While she recovered herself and raised the cup to identify the flavors, he settled back and swirled his tea in lieu of taking another sip. Open to trying new things - her comment had amusement turning the corners of his mouth upward.
He looked over at her as she took another sip, hesitation written across every feature of her face, and gave him a smile that seemed more polite than genuine. Ber studied his own cup, raised it as if to take another sip himself, then after a long moment, grimaced instead. Lowering the mug, he turned to Temperance. “It’s… not very good, is it,” The soldier stated rather than asked, setting the cup aside. “We don’t have to drink it.” In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought he’d rather not consume much more of this questionable beverage than he had to. “Sorry.” Shoulders lifted in an awkward shrug as he swallowed down his own disappointment at not delivering an enjoyable gift. It had seemed so promising, too. “Thought it would be better than that.”
He had no idea why Whitby had that of all flavors on his shelf. Evidently the man had poor taste in hobbies and in tea.
This next frown was a more comforting one, one that had her reaching out to pat Ber's shoulder in tandem, just to reassure him more. "No, it isn't very good," she agreed, setting the tea cup back down on the table. "You shouldn't be sorry, though. It was still thoughtful of you. Maybe the man who gave it to you was just trying to get rid of it because he knew it wouldn't be good. Or perhaps it's just this bag, and the others are better."
Whatever the case, she had no desire to try another mystery tea for the moment. Instead, she took the tea in the pot over to the wash basin and emptied it, then poured some water in to rinse it out. "Why don't I start us a new pot, and we can go out to the greenhouse and look over those mushrooms."
Filling the kettle with more water, she stashed the tin of gifted tea in the corner of the counter for later and instead took out a bag of her usual stuff. The new pot of tea wouldn't take long, and once it was prepared, the two could carry everything out to the greenhouse to continue their conversation until Thomas got home with Artos and the puppy, undoubtedly, stole Ber away.