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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The newly updated Treasure Trove was doing quite well. Known publicly as a 'gentleman's' club, it was a place that attracted high ranking nobles more than it used to though those who chose to attend also knew what else it was. A whore house. And one of the best. That part was kept rather under wraps of course, no one wanted to be outed as attending (or owning) such a place. But so far it was thriving and Peter was immensely pleased.
He had been hearing about a popular clothing designer as of late though and Peter decided he really wanted to improve the style and quality of the costumes of his 'performers'. Of course they were actual performers too but that wasn't their primary job. His treasures were what made the Treasure Trove so special after all.
He strolled through the marketplace to find he right boutique and found it close to the town square. An excellent location he had to admit. He stepped inside, a bell chiming above the door as he did so to alert the owner of his presence and he began to walk around the shop casually, admiring all that he could see as he waited to spot the owner.
Post by Peregrine Bancroft on Jul 19, 2024 23:25:42 GMT -5
Perry was in the middle of a new blouse, almost quite literally, when he heard the bell ring. Normally, he'd allow his receptionist to greet his customers, but today, he was alone. He almost wished he wasn't, as he wasn't very good at greetings.
He put in a couple of pins on the blouse, not quite paying attention, as he didn't want his guest to be left alone, and pinned a piece of blue satin right to his own sleeve. He didn't notice it before leaving his back room.
The face he encountered was familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment. A lot of faces were familiar these days, as his boutique had taken off. Still, he greeted Peter with a bow, nearly sweeping the floor with the satin.
"Good afternoon, and welcome to Bancroft Boutique," he managed after nearly embarrassing himself.
Post by Peter Kingsley on Sept 6, 2024 15:19:16 GMT -5
Peter smiled as the tailor exited from the back and approached him with a bow. That smile broadened as he saw the random piece of satin cloth pinned to his sleeve. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but a rather gorgeous looking tailor was not what he had in mind. Certainly made it better though.
"You, uh-" he said with a smile as he moved towards the man with the demeanor of wanting to help with something. If Perry didn't move away then Peter would gently remove the pin from the man's sleeve and caught the fabric before it fell. "Looks like you had a little stowaway," he said with a little wink as he held out his hand with the pin and fabric. "Beautiful color though."
"I was hoping you might help me. I have a handful of performers who I'd like to order new costumes for."