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 Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 14, 2022 14:03:25 GMT -5
[ Made for @catalina ]
Octavius was reeling. He had just received his orders to prepare to leave for Coheed in the morning. Coheed. The bigger, badder big brother of Cambria. You would think that four years in the woman country would have prepared him for this kind of assignment, but he wasn't ready. In fact, if he was being honest with himself (which he wasn't), he didn't want to go. He had only been back in Nevermere for a month. He'd just received a witch who he'd been training alongside. He'd reconnected with an old friend and made some new ones. Why was life cruel this way?
The young soldier had left the Captain Commander's office with direction and purpose, but at present he found himself wandering, his dark eyes looked before him but not seeing. He was dressed in his training garb, clearly a soldier, with no other indication of a single thing about him than that. He might have been a high born noble or the lowliest of commoner scum. It hardly mattered. He was headed for Coheed.
It had been almost a month since her arrival in Skia to actually participate as a courtier. Yet as more time passed she found herself continually disappointed. The nobles and councils were significantly more boring than anything the coven did. When they weren't boring, her young voice carried much less weight than many of her male peers. Perhaps her last name would have given it significant power, but it was overshadowed by the presence of her parents. The halls were filled with rumors of the conquests and desires of the king, the expansion of Nevermere, and the possible wars of other countries. So many tantalizing opportunities, but always out of reach.
So, alas, she was relegated to court games, annoying conversations about the kings style of clothing, and insignificant larva asking to court her. Speaking of which, two of them were standing before her now, in a lone cobblestone hallway away from the earshot of the nearest guards. Catalina stood elegantly with her arms folded behind her back in a regal brown and green gown, a look of dark amusement in her eyes. The men before her were sporting blood and sweat mostly, their clothing torn slightly, hair askew, and lips, noses, and knuckles covered in red as they continued their beating on one another.
Whether a small curse or hormones getting the better of the young men was intentionally impossible to tell in the middle of their blood sport. Oh, she wouldn't let them kill each other, she'd call a guard long before that. Definitely not before they effectively nullified each others ability to speak and ask for her hand to court for at least a month. For now, she was content to be the lone spectator, watching them silently and almost uncontrollably try to kill one another, unaware that someone had entered the hallway.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 21, 2022 14:10:19 GMT -5
Octavius would have preferred a lonely walk to...well, to get his affairs in order, only he had little to no affairs, thus he was really just walking. Anyways, he wanted to walk alone. To be quiet with his thoughts. To wrestle with his reality and come to a place of acceptance before he was forced into the presence and conversation of anyone else. Alas, fate had other plans.
His head rose and his eyes settled on the two nobles who were...the hell were they doing? And in front of a noblewoman, no less. Octavius' tendencies towards chivalry reared up in him in a moment, and his formerly casual strides turned long, effectively careening his form down the corridor and into the men.
"Stop this foolishness!" Octavius', for as jocular as he could be, was a deep frown and a deeper voice as he called the men to attention, likely towering over them with his height, his giant hands seeking to take purchase in the front of the shirt of one while attempting to push the other back.