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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“No,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to look up at him with a slightly guarded look in her eyes. “I can talk to him.” Because what she thought then was how much further Hadrian would get pulled into this. He was already deeply rooted in this, possibly more than anyone else outside the trio. Which meant that if something was to happen… his connection with her would put him potentially in danger.
“Hadrian, please,” her hands rested against his chest, she didn’t know if she should stay be safe or watch his back or keep his guard up. So she fell quiet, hoping he understood the silence that followed, giving a small nod to him.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Aug 20, 2023 12:05:20 GMT -5
Hadrian didn’t fight her. If that’s what she wanted, he’d let her. After a moment’s pause, he nodded, and wrapped his arms around her once again as if he'd never, ever let go.
“You can stay if you’d like,” He said quietly, whispering against her skin, “If you want to rest, I’ll stay with you.”
Something inside of her retreated, because why? Why stay when she was barely holding on the edges of her sanity of her hands weren’t wrist deep in a potion or with the weight of a weapon in her hand? Without the warmth of him pressed to her to remind her that she was still very much alive, even if the edges of her body still tingled with pain.
Yet her hands fisted his top, her head pressed to his chest as she sought to hear the beating of his heart. He was here, he was alive, and willing to take care of her. Even if it was just some company. “Please,” it was a soft mumble, her confirmation that she wanted him to stay. Even when she pulled away, hand finding his, she moved to the lounge that was becoming quite familiar. Too small for them really, but they made it work before.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Sept 17, 2023 17:54:34 GMT -5
Hadrian moved with her. He sat with his feet up and back against the arm of the sofa facing the door as if Regan Lassiter might come through it any moment. He’d then open his arms to Alys, to cradle her, to give her a safe harbor from the harsh winds and stormy seas outside the door.
The fire crackled low in the fireplace. In the dark, they were only shadows without features wrapped up in one another—no scars to be seen. But there was another shadow: one that couldn't be seen but felt. And if Alys fell asleep, Hadrian would remain awake, plotting a thousand different ways to extinguish that shadow forever.