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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As she was lifted up, Temperance pulled against him again, holding on tightly to Artos. The smile crossed her face once more. "I'm glad your ribs are healed, Thomas. Now you can carry me around everywhere."
As he rested her down on the bed, she settled Artos down beside her and untied the arms of her sleeves. When they were free, she plucked the dress up and over her head, leaving the thin white chemise on that she'd been wearing underneath. The green dress was discarded to the floor. It was scattered with blood and dirt and would need washing, but that could be done later. Retreating under the covers, she laid on her side and settled Artos close. He curled in a ball around her stomach and she turned back to look at Thomas, beckoning him into the bed with her. Once her was there, his chest pressed to her back, she'd take hold of his arm and hold it close to her chest, basking in the warmth that both he and Artos provided to her.
She couldn't do this every time she used her magic and had adverse effects. She couldn't retreat into bed and force Thomas and the dog to comfort her. She knew that. But this time it was okay. Middle of the day, sun coming in to the window, Melody still in the kitchen -- none of it mattered. It was okay today. This was all she needed for the moment. The pleasant thoughts began to overtake the dark ones. The good ideas pushing out the bad. She closed her eyes and tried not to let the darkness make her feel sick, but it hardly had the time. Before she could feel that fear again, she was falling quickly to sleep.
As small as she was, comparatively speaking, and as fun as it sounded to be able to carry her around, Thom still let out a little snort of laughter, rolling his eyes in Melody's direction. "Well, hopefully not everywhere" he murmured, glancing back down at Temperance and her arms wrapping around the puppy. "And neither of us is going to be able to carry him for too much longer, so he's going to have to get used to standing on his own four feet once in a while. Just... not yet."
As she slipped out of her dress, his eyes glanced down at it on the floor. It wasn't much like Temperance to just leave something sitting there, and that was even more of an indication about her current state of mind. It wasn't the most important thing right now, though, and there would be time enough to clean everything up later, minds, memories, and feelings included. His arm slipped around her as they pressed closer on the bed, head leaning forward just enough that it rested against the back of hers.
As it stood, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep, but if she could, enough that all of this could fade a little bit, then he was more than willing to give her that, his eyes shutting as well, feeling the slight squirming as Artos balled himself up against her stomach, the gentle rise and fall of both of their breathing, and it made him smile, because everything was all right.