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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Her stomach rumbled as the smells of food were starting to fill the air. She was grateful that her sister was preparing a meal for her. "Wise words, sister", she responded. Sigyn tended to forget about self-care a lot. She had devoted her life to the All-Mother and would often spend hours on end at the Sanctum without eating, drinking or resting. Visions, meditation and praying took a toll on your physical health too, especially when you add forgetting about self-care. "I'm glad to hear about your daughter. What's her name again? My apologies, sister, there's so many little ones running around, I tend to mix up the names." Sigyn smiled at Waiola.
Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar, hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur
When Waiola hear Sigyn stomach her eyes looked at her not in a judgmental way, but more of a plea to start looking after herself more. The care of her sisters were important to her. She would hate if any of them became ill because the forget something as simple as eating. However, it wasn't the first time people forget basic needs, it just pains her sometimes.
"Her name is Tandra, I can't believe she is five already." She looked at the food in front of her, "There a part of me don't want her to grow up, she already growing to fast for my liking." There was a soft laugh. She mainly doesn't want her to interact with men, they are just useful for one thing and that to produce daughters and even that they are not good at the the thing that they need to do. Women have to pretend that they enjoy the act to give them at least a smudge of confident but in reality nothing.
Sigyn pretended not to see how Waiola looked at her and instead focussed on talking about the woman's daughter. "Tandra", she repeated softly to herself. She smiled with the woman when she laughed. Sigyn didn't have children and couldn't imagine what it was like to see them grow up so quickly. "Soon you will be able to start training with her. Five is a beautiful age. She's becoming a child, no longer a toddler, and before you know it she will have her own opinions and wishes." The Seer smiled some more and played with one of her braids. "Luckily she will get all the right influences from you", she added, carefully referring to the true Cambrian culture, and not whatever influence Nevermere hoped to have in their kingdom.
Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar, hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur