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.
UPDATES
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.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
Sylas hummed as she pressed her soft, warm lips to his neck. "Good morning, my Kezia," he said, voice still thick with sleep. He lifted one eyelid open to peek down at her and smiled before letting it close again. It felt so nice to just be laying here with her, it felt right and he was in no hurry to be parted from her. His hand continued to stroke her back and after a few moments he pulled her even closer until she was almost laying on top of him.
He opened his eyes and brushed her curls back away from her face. "That was much better," he said with a smile before pressing a kiss to her lips.