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 Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:45:05 GMT -5
Ushy gushy sentimentality. Octavius had sisters, remember, so it wasn’t foreign to him even if it did still make him a little uncomfortable. He smiled for a very quick beat before racing back towards the security of sarcasm.
“Find me a woman.” He raised a finger to point at her face (not in her face), as if everything depended upon it. Then, with a grin, he retreated.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:45:16 GMT -5
Regan scoffed with a smile as Octavius turned away. As he left, the comfort and hope he’d imparted started to fade. The memory of her and Grant’s farewell started to play in her mind in a ceaseless loop. She saw Grant’s face as it turned from her, and it twisted like a knife in her ribs. For a moment, Regan just stood there, the bristling irritation replaced by deep sadness as she turned into the kitchens.
Yes, the food would help. But it wouldn’t satisfy. Maybe nothing would.