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 Evanthe Curran on Jul 24, 2024 20:14:42 GMT -5
Evanthe was oblivious to Abbott's loneliness, but if she did know, she'd likely understand to a certain degree. Being a high ranking officer didn't leave room to make a lot of friends. She was lucky being a paired soldier. If she made no other connections while in Coheed, she at least had Kasper Van Zant.
She would stop him when he left to search for the wine and the cups. She would only nod, a hint of her Cheshire smile on her face, before sauntering over to the docks. Abbott would find her already sitting down, her feet dangling off the peir. She was leaning back, bracing her weight on her hands. Her head was tilted back a little, her eyes shut against the sun. She liked the feel of the heat on her face. It was unlike anything she could get at home. She'd straighten up a little when he got closer, opening here eyes to eye the bottle.
She'd pick up the glass and give a small sip. Wine wasn't something to knock back like whiskey no matter how tempting it was, "Home is a bit depressed looking compared to here, huh? Everything is...or was," she laughed since the oncoming cold season was leeching away the color in the plants, "So green compared to home."
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 10, 2024 10:19:42 GMT -5
He definitely enjoyed whiskey more than wine, but whiskey didn't fit the sunny vibe of the late afternoon. It was something he drank back in Nevermere, but here, wine seemed to be the preferred alcoholic beverage. He had grown to like it. Wine in the sun was definitely an experience. Aldrich made a low, humming sound, meant as an agreement to what she said. "At one point in time, even Nevermere knew this kind of sunshine", he said, remembering the few years he had lived before Sarilla had cursed the men. "I can't imagine Skia bathed in sunshine. Maybe it would get rid of the weeds between the stones." He chuckled. "We never really talked much, back home." He looked at her, then took a sip of his wine.