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!
Post by Odina Ellis on Sept 20, 2022 20:09:18 GMT -5
"That's good! Great even," Tara exclaimed with a positivity and vigor she had never felt, "We just got to go deeper! I'll think harder."
Lyra was thinking out loud, "Okay if this is perhaps working," she was pacing now one arm crossed under the other as it tapped her chin, "We got the time. We got the place but we need something else....a detail about Uncle Urion, but what? Can you remember anything about him? Annnnny memory..."
Lyra stopped pacing to stare at her Mother waiting.
"I didn't get to spend much time with him, when everything happened he was still a infant...barely a baby...can we try once more? Maybe see if you can find something in this head of mine, if you are down?"
Post by Kennet Caern on Sept 25, 2022 19:54:49 GMT -5
The excitement mounting within the room was practically palpable. Kennet drew in another breath, permitting herself a small smile as she nodded her agreement. They were nearer to the truth of Urion Ellis II than anyone had been in decades.
“Absolutely,” Kennet agreed with an almost eager grin. It was the first time her Sight had felt truly useful, almost responsive to her will if not obedient to it. “We are far too close to stop now.”
Settling herself more deeply in her chair, Kennet spared Lyra a quick look and an earnest nod before returning her attention to Tara. To the castle, before the banners that fell from the turrets carried the Rainecourt seal, before Julius had set his sights on the Ellis throne, and long before Tara had ever seen the shores of Cambria. Before.
This time, her Sight strained. Kennet could feel it fracturing, grasping for purchase with an almost weary, fraying nerve. Straightening her shoulders, she threw her mind once more at the woman sitting in front of her. At the moment in time she had seen so clearly only a moment ago—
“Again, papa!”
Kennet smiled, turning toward the sound of the girl’s voice. It was almost familiar now, not Tara as Kennet knew her, but Tara as a child. She was propped up on her father’s feet, moving across the dance floor with a smile split wide across her face—
With an uncharacteristic slump of her shoulders, Kennet pulled herself from the memory. It was the last of a series. One after another, she’d watched as glimpses of Tara’s life unfurled around her. A heated argument that erupted into an all-out fight. Kennet could still see the blood gushing from Tara’s nose before another Cambrian interceded. Another heated moment, this one markedly different than the last. The image of sweat beading across Tara’s bare back, and the sound of her ragged breaths had left a pale heat burning on Kennet’s cheeks before she forced her way into the last memory, the only one that had held promise. A jocular ballroom filled with unfamiliar faces. If the second Urion to be born of his name had, in fact, already entered the world, he was nowhere to be found as his father spun his sister across the room and music filled the hall.
“I’m getting further from the mark,” Kennet exhaled on a frustrated breath.
Post by Odina Ellis on Sept 29, 2022 22:00:07 GMT -5
Tara looked at Kennet with great concern they had seemingly regressed in the direction, still they had made progress she believed so she gave Kennet's hands in hers a reassuring squeeze.
"....I think maybe we should stop for the evening," Lyra countered with a soft correction, "Night Mom, it's past midnight and we've been at this for hours so maybe some rest will do us some good?"
The Mother and daughter combo were looking at Kennet, "You are the one doing all the hard stuff Kennet....so it is your call we keep going or we take a break for the night?" Tara would be fine with either as excitement drove her just as much as the tired exhausted half kept pushing back.
Post by Kennet Caern on Oct 1, 2022 11:32:34 GMT -5
A break. To Kennet, it felt akin to defeat, if not surrender, but even as Tara squeezed her hand, she knew the other woman was right. The thread she had found was already fraying. The memory was there, Kennet was certain of it. The glimpse they needed lived within Tara, buried deep perhaps but not lost. Not entirely.
Lifting her gaze, Kennet brought her shoulders up in a weary line. “I’m not giving up. But,” she admitted, brooking a frown behind the pursed line of her lips, “I do think some sleep may do us all well.” Urion II had been missing for the better part of two decades. Another handful of days would hardly matter in the grand scheme of things.
Still. Kennet bristled as she lifted herself to her feet, unaccustomed to—and not at all fond of—the bitter sting of failure. “We shall try again,” she assured Tara, squeezing her hand one last time to punctuate her promise.
Post by Odina Ellis on Oct 1, 2022 15:09:05 GMT -5
Tara didn't want Kennet to think of this as a defeat...a failure...it was definitely more positive. Progress. Plus she couldn't think of anyone else who could shoulder seeing what Kennet had saw, what emotions and senses one could possess to do what she was, in fact Kennet was the only living person alive to know so much about about the lost and found again Princess.
"I know," her answer was as confident as Kennet's assuring squeeze, "Sleep and we will tackle this again!"
Deciding against a hug, Tara put a arm around Lyra's shoulder leading them out of their work space. Lyra was asleep quickly without change, while Tara bathed and reflected on their entire day wondering about all the things Kennet saw: good and bad. After a glass of wine and a chunk of cheese later she slept dreamlessly until morning.