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.
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 Regan Lassiter on Jun 15, 2023 17:33:01 GMT -5
Thankfully, Regan had been bought a little time. The mob needed to gather their weapons. Fischer needed to scramble to standing, snatch up his boy and move into the crowd. Ned's sassy remark to Regan more than tipped the soldier off that there was a reason for her to turn around. Just as the last word of her summoning spell was delivered, Regan turned to see the mob closing in on her fast.
Unfortunately for them, Regan was about to be the least of their concerns. The hellish creature burst into the inn, throwing itself through the mob, its long tail whipping around with a crack. It would start ripping mob members apart like a wild dog that had wandered into a chicken coop.
Regan's arm didn't hold Shray - it never did. But the hand she had pressed to Shray's face dripped with blood would be closest to Ned as he attacked her. He'd be successful in stabbing her arm with his dagger, which would cause Regan to hiss with pain. Head whipping to Ned she would immediately burst into flames. With a growl, she'd reach over with supernatural speed and attempt to rip out Ned's throat. She wouldn't linger with Ned. Should she be successful, Regan would make for Fischer.
Last Edit: Jun 15, 2023 17:34:10 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
CN [ ELOELL ]: The hellcat burst into the space, coming not from outside but from its summoning portal, careening into its summoners enemies with a fiery hunger that would not easily be quenched. It ripped the mob apart, limb from limb, their weak excuses for weapons incapable of doing anything to prevent their doom.
Fischer successfully sank his weapon into Nolan’s chest, setting the man on a journey towards death unless he had medical intervention.
Ned was dead.
Regan was closing in on Fischer and the boy in his arm.
FISCHER:
The Count's daughter was frozen in her spot, left behind by her Father she was crying staring down the hellish creature tearing Ned a part. Fischer was standing straight up clutching his boy tightly against him as his blue eyes landed on the Witch, he snaked his one free bloody band up and gripped his son's chin tightly, "No need for leaving more orphans is there," and Fischer went to fake snap his own sons neck, if Regan took the bait Fischer would shove the boy into Regan and the hand under his son's bottom would reveal a sleek collar and he would attempt to clasp it around Regan's throat...
The soldiers outside held off using the fire to burn the building, the screaming from inside stilled them, but four soldiers approached the wooden bars on the doors and began to remove them. This was their idol inside! The man deemed worthy of saving Lorendale. Once the bar was removed the four men drew their swords waiting still to enter.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 15, 2023 17:36:35 GMT -5
The hellhound didn't bargain. Perhaps Regan in her fully human form would have been motivated by compassion, but her hound side wasn't in the slightest. It knew only its enemies and the smell of the hunt and, as far as it was concerned, the boy was the spawn of the man who tried to contain it. She didn't take the bait to save the son. She did step forward to grab Fischer, just as she'd set out to do. When the boy came her way she brushed him aside as if he were nothing at all.
It was worth noting that Regan at this point was still very much on fire. The tavern was starting to light, filling with smoke that Regan herself would be unaffected by. If Fischer reached into the flames to collar her, Regan would grab his arm - with the hand bearing the collar - and crush the bone in her vice-like grip. If she was successful, she'd try to grab Fischer and the collar both.
The Hellcat, likely finished with its first course, would be very interested in these soldiers coming through the door.
CN [ ELOELL ]: Ned was killed by the ripping out of his throat by the woman on fire. His clothes caught as his form slumped to the ground, the fire climbing and spreading.
Fischer thrust his child towards the burning woman, and though the boy was swiped to the side his clothes had little flames on them, too. He would need to roll about to douse them or would be burned alive. Likewise, in this proximity, Fischer would be feeling the full brunt of Regan’s flame. His hand wound reach out to collar the witch, but years of training and her superior reflexes allowed her to catch him by the arm, breaking the bone. He would drop the collar on instinct.
Meanwhile, the hellcat turned on the soldiers at the door, ready to attack.
FISCHER:
Fisher didn't scream once, he instead accepted his fate because what could he do with a seasoned burning soldier? Nothing.
The soldiers would turn to run, the hellcat wasn't a Gifted and from the smoke and fire Fischer was as good as done.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 15, 2023 17:38:26 GMT -5
Regan felt the satisfying snap of Fischer's bone in her fist. She backhanded him with the other, sending him to the floor. He wasn't putting up much of a fight, which was just fine with Regan. She was over this before it began. The smack would likely be enough to knock him out - or close to it. She growled to the hellcat which, hearing its witch master, gathered Fischer up in its jaws - holding, not biting.
Regan then heard a whimper of the child wriggling to escape his clothes. She looked for a moment, and the witch softened. Spitting an incantation at the opposite wall, Regan set a blast of energy powerful enough to rip a massive hole in the side of the building, providing relief from the smoke and heat. It would be enough for soldiers to retrieve the children of their master.
But that was hardly the point. The point was that Regan could make her escape. Regan, returning to her witch form, slung herself onto the Hellcat's back as it bolted with all the speed of a panther, carrying Fischer in its jaws. Its long tail whipped back and forth as they went, smacking anyone that dared to approach them.
If they were successful in bolting from the scene, Regan wouldn't dally. When they were a safe distance away, she'd administer one of the healing potions to stabilize Fischer and then force the sleeping potion down his throat. The other she chugged herself, though it couldn't remove the sound of the little boy's screams as his father hurled him into the flames.
At the site of the hellcat vacating the inn the soldiers outside abandoned and fled into the surrounding woods.
CN [ ELOELL ]:
The hellcat, with Regan on its back and and Fischer in its jaws, abandoned the burning building. Regan’s administered potions would be effective, and her return to Loren would be unhindered, as it seemed the enemy had surrendered.
As for the unfortunate souls within the inn, the hole ripped into the side of the building that should have provided a way in for the soldiers ended up being their demise. Instead of saving, the soldiers fled, and the air streaming into the burning tavern fed the fire, and the flames devours Fischer’s children, Nolan’s wife, and Nolan’s struggling form, too.