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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Hadrian took Kennet at her word: they would be married, just not yet. He believed her; besides, his only other choice was to give up hope entirely, and he refused to do that. But just because they weren’t yet wed didn’t mean Hadrian intended to go without her in the meantime.
Hadrian’s message, sent through a servant, had been vague. It instructed the King’s Hand to meet him in comfortable clothes for a matter of the utmost importance. With the bitter chill of heims in full swing, Hadrian had set up in one of the indoor training spaces saved for smaller groups and foul weather.
He gave in even odds as to whether or not she’d show. Kenent was a busy woman. Also one far more likely to be caught in a ballroom than in a training yard. But still, Hadrian waited, stripping off his jacket with a smirk as he surveyed the room.