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 Dezembre Chaudhari on Jan 27, 2024 7:35:22 GMT -5
for @noah
Dezi always been a wild child even though she wouldn't admit that to her mother or grandmother as she respect both of them highly so their opinions and advice, is important for her. Well anybody in her family advice is important in her family. Her mother wants her to start getting out there and lookin for a potential match.
She thought she would go to the military wing, because there always nobles about and she is interested to see who is who. As she was looking around she spotted a man, she eyed him softly. She asked people around her and they explained that he is Lord Noah Prowze. As soon as they said his name, it was a name she was familar with. The Prowze are a strong, powerful family, so mother will be grateful for this match. However she can't force this on him. he has to seem like it his idea.
So she walked towards him, placing a hand on her hips. "You seem to know how to handle a sword." It was a bold statement. However, it was fun as she looked down slightly betting her eyelid. it only been a couple of years since mandotory training ended for her but a part of her miss the physical training.
Noah used the training grounds regularly to keep in shape, after all his hands as a surgeon were far more valuable with those tools than a sword, but still he was a soldier now. The sound of a woman's voice brought Noah to a pause, a smile and then he pushed hair back over his head, "Thank you for the compliment my lady, as a Prowze and who my Father was," Noah returned the training sword to the rack, "Noah..Noah Prowze, Combat medic..."