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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Post by Indira Beaumont on Jan 26, 2024 15:30:25 GMT -5
[For @veda]
Indira had been working in Arynn Frey for nearly a whole season now and it was going well, or at least she thought so. She had come back twice to visit with her family and take on the duties they needed her for, attempting to stay useful to both her family and to her new position. This time she had come back after receiving a letter from home that they needed her help with making potions for an illness going around Cambria.
Upon arriving at home she moved into the workshop where the witches were bustling away, busily preparing the needed potions for Cambria. She quickly spotted her cousin, Veda, closest to her and moved over to her. "Hey cuz," she said with a brilliant smile. "How are things going?"
Veda hadn’t stopped since the moment she had been handed the letter to bring home. Her moved swift as she watched the Superior read it and then barked her orders and set the entire estate into a frenzy of excitement and hard work. Veda didn’t think twice about where to go, diving right into where she knew she fit best and working within the Chaudhari group she was with.
But her eyes bounced up in surprise at the voice that suddenly appeared around her. “Indira,” her name left her, eyes dancing over her features and she cracked the smallest of smiles before waving to a spot beside her. “Busy, as we all are,” she murmured. Her hands swift and sure with the ingredients. “Yet not much has changed. But how is Arynn Frey?” She was jealous in a way of the time she got there. The get away.