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.
Our dearest and lovely admin welcomed her new baby boy, Jet, on Sept 7th! We're so happy for her and her family! Congratulations Mama!! Your boys are all so lucky to have such an incredible mom to love them! God bless!
Winnifred sat in her sitting room as was her habit when waiting for a new client. She rocked in her chair and watched the two white kittens play before the hearth that was not yet lit since the weather had not quite grown chilly enough for it. Her maid, Prudence, had thrown a blanket over the old woman’s lap though since Winnie was prone to taking chills in recent years. Perhaps she should have the hearth lit after all…
No no, it would make it far too warm for her guest. A young man if her notes were correct. Young men tended to run warm, but the old woman would have enough throw blankets in her sitting room for him to use if he found himself chilly. She’d make sure Prudence would have plenty of hot tea available as well…
Whenever Remiel arrived to her home, he would be greeted at the door by a youngish brunette maid that had a voice more suited for someone who spent their days screaming at errant soldiers than being a lady’s maid. She would lead him to the sitting room where Winnie would rise to greet him.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Feb 20, 2024 9:58:30 GMT -5
Remiel had been recovering since the party, supposedly he had been found passed out by other party goers and taken back to the Keep where he remained sleeping off whatever had happened. Even asking Remiel now if he remembered anything and the last thing he remembered was his interaction with Acacia and leaving...then waking up in his bed. The gloom of Remiela demeanor lately hadn't gone unnoticed by his ranch hand Victor, who with his wife finally set Remiel up to meet the matchmaker that had set them up.
Oh he had protested very much, the prospect of love had been soured by Oriana then his reputation with what had happened between him and Annabeth well it was certainly daunting. However they made several good points, it didn't have to be for love but more so preserving the Allemeade family name giving the Keep an heir and seeing as he was Lorendale's last Allemeade male it fell upon his shoulders.
Taking a horse Remiel set off to meet with the matchmaker. Upon his arrival dressed in all black Remiel was taken to meet Lady Winifred Whistlebottom. He hoped the eye patch (or that he was Gifted) or his sad face didn't deter the nice looking elderly woman who rose to meet him, "A pleasure to meet you lady Whistlebottom, Victor, my ranch hand said I should seek your services," respectfully he wouldn't allow her to stand to long.
Post by Winifred Whistlebottom on Feb 21, 2024 20:00:23 GMT -5
Winnie’s eye caught on the eyepatch, and sympathy was the only expression Remiel would see, although she would not comment on it. Some things were best unmentioned, in her experience, “The pleasure is mine, my lord. Your man told me so much about you. I am very pleased that you came to me,” and she genuinely was. Winnifred loved to help people find their special someone. She would gesture to two comfortable looking seats, “Do sit down,” she would sit, and then gesture at Prudence who would leave the room only to return with a tray piled with tea things and a plate of cookies.
“Would you like some tea, my lord? Perhaps with tea or sugar?” She said, already pouring from the pot, “It’s getting chillier and chillier by the day, it wouldn’t do to catch a chill.” However he wanted his tea (wanted or not), she would hand it to him along with a lavender-lemon shortbread cookie.
“Now, Mr. Victor told me about you, but I would very much love to hear about you in your own words,” she sipped from her own cup of tea, savoring the taste of the finely steeped leaves, “What are your motivations in life? Things you like to do to unwind?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Feb 28, 2024 7:57:51 GMT -5
"Tea would be nice," Remiel replied politely, he was of course much more of a coffee drinker but he watched how Lady Winifred prepared hers and just copied her. Biting into the offered cookie Remi pondered her questions, who was he? What were his motivations in life?
"I've been a farmer most of my life, served for a while in the Legionnaire until my discharge," Remiel replied slowly, everyone in Lorendale knew of the scandals and farm attack so he wasn't going to dive any deeper into that, "In recent years my motivations have been seeking peace between my kind and the non-gifted and farming again, I'm trying to open a school for the Gifted so we can all better understand the power we were born with, the responsibility needed to have these Gifts...I wish to find a bride and have a heir for the Keep...for the school even," Remi bit into the cookie again chewing until he couldn't think anymore, "I'm afraid there isn't much more about me Lady Whistlebottom; people use to say I was kind and compassionate, softer, but I...I don't know anymore."
Post by Winifred Whistlebottom on Mar 4, 2024 20:40:14 GMT -5
There was something about the young man that made Winnie want to take care of him. There was something sad in his demeanor and speech, and it pulled at the old woman’s heartstrings. She’d find a nice girl for this man if it was the last thing she did.
She made notes in her little book as he spoke, making noises for him to continue as needed, “You sound like a hard working young man,” she smiled, not being bothered at all that he was gifted, “And such ambition! I daresay my lord, you must have to beat ladies off of you with a stick!” She perused her notes, “I do believe you are still kind, my lord. For if you were not, I do not think you would care so much for helping your people.” She would pause long enough to sip at her tea, and moving on unless he wished to say something further on the matter. Some men did not like to delve deeply into such things, so Winnie would let him take the lead. If he did not say anything, she would continue with her questions, “Do you wish for your bride to be gifted? If it isn’t, I have two ladies in mind for you. One is gifted, the other is not. Both are very well connected, wish for children, and are very pretty!”
“Before I reveal them to you, my lord, I must let you no that you are not obligated to court or marry any of the ladies I suggest. In my experience, forcing the matter of marriage only brings heartache. That being said, would you like to know the names of the two women I have in mind for you?”