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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Cam winced back when the scroll came his way. Edith took a step forward at the sudden movement, but the small cylinder bounced harmlessly against his chest, dropping to the table in front of him.
He was shocked. She'd not only called his bluff, she'd somehow raised the stakes. He had assumed the threat to her seat would bring her back under control, remind her of what was at stake. Clearly, he had misjudged the woman's priorities. He turned to watch her leave, then tentatively picked up the small, warm scroll and put it in his own pocket. He stepped away from the table and turned to the door . . . then turned back and grabbed the mostly empty bottle of wine on the table.
He handed the wine bottle to Edith as he passed her, paused in the doorway to glance back with bewilderment, as if to make sure the table was really there, and then headed back to his tent in a daze to replay the evening and wonder how it had gone so wrong.
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Last Edit: Aug 20, 2024 21:18:56 GMT -5 by Cam Pyetr