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!
The sun hadn't rose yet when Kaalim left his dwelling dressed heavily in furs and even a hood, he was heading outside of Gilead for the day. He tried to not garner to much attention (hard still to do being as big as he was) as he stopped by the blacksmith dropping off a parchment with the design for weapon. With that out of the way Kaalim set off with winter air biting into his exposed face and Gilead to his back, he was going to run off a bit of his built up anger.
It was cold, but Coheedsmen and Cambrians knew how to handle the cold. Wren was clad in thick furs, decked in fluffy finery yet still of course exposing some skin in her arms and a little at the stomach. She was up early, tugging at her tent to fix a place where a flap had come open due to the night’s wind persistently tugging. It was as she was occupying herself with this task that she noticed Kaalim. She typically didn’t care what business he was up to, but she did stop her work to watch him pass. She would be hard to miss, but if he was occupied with his trek then it was possible he’d miss her.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Feb 27, 2023 10:29:04 GMT -5
Wren was hard to miss, just as he was and for a second it was his thought to just keep walking but then he stopped and changed his course toward her. Approaching he pulled the fur hood off of his head as always greeting her as a respected warrior, "Are you up for helping me with something?" he paused for a moment before adding quickly, "I need a sparring partner and no one here can handle or do what I need them too. You'll have a chance to punch things...me being the thing."
Post by Willa Wren on Feb 28, 2023 12:46:31 GMT -5
Wren wasn't sure whether to be irritated or pleased when Kaalim changed his course. She did't move, didn't smile, but she also didn't back away. If she was being honest--which she wouldn't out loud--her time in Coheed had been lonely. Part of that was her fault. Most of it, actually. So to be approached now, even if it was him, was not entirely unwelcome.
She raised her brows at his words, a small smile pulling onto her pink lips.
"That doesn't sound so bad. Let me get my mace." It was partially a joke, but she also did duck into her tent to grab her beloved weapon, always keeping it close. She never knew when Nevermere would turn on them, and she intended to be armed and ready.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Mar 2, 2023 6:58:12 GMT -5
He had never seen Wren smirk or smile, even just a little, so Kaalim could only nod and he himself felt a tug at the corners of his mouth as she grabbed her mace. Her mace, okay well he couldn't back out now could he?
He wouldn't.
When she was ready Kaalim would lead the way out of Gilead, he was quite the whole way because for one Wren wasn't much for conversation and second anymore neither was Kaalim. He used it to reflect on what he was actually going to do, his original plan had been find wild animals or run and bounce off trees the new plan plus Wren was actually better.
They came to a stop about a hour later well outside of Gilead, fewer people lived out here which was safe for them, "this will do," Kaalim started to remove the heavy furs and explained more of what he was out here to do, "I haven't got to really use my change since I've had it, I don't know the limits of what he can take so today we will see, are you comfortable with that?"
Wren didn't except the trek. She regularly looked behind them, curious about when the Nevermerean soldier would come riding, telling them it wasn't safe to wander outside of the borders of Gilead. Keeping them in. Holding them hostage. If anyone saw it any other way then they were fools.
Luckily for them, no one seemed to be concerned with what Kaalim was up to. They never really cared to take note of Wren, for whatever reason. With a shrug she journeyed on, eyes on the back of a man who she wasn't sure what to think about. So, instead, she thought of Cambria. Of her home. Of the way things used to be and how she so deeply longed to restore its order. It felt like a hopeless dream, but she would die trying to attain it. She had long since decided that.
When Kaalim stopped, Wren stopped, still about five feet behind him. Her green gaze flickered over him as he began to remove his clothing. She wasn't the slightest bit interested, but a woman could watch a dog walk on its hind legs, right?
His question returned the smirk to her lips, accompanied with a small scoff. Coheedsmen always thought they were so big and bad. Wren knew the truth, and she wouldn't be afraid of showing that to this man today.
"It would be a pleasure." He wanted to learn his limits? Well then, she'd put him just to the point of almost breaking.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Mar 13, 2023 6:47:28 GMT -5
He wasn't nude at all and he wouldn't have got naked in front of Wren, Kaalim had no interest in her like that maybe her sister Sparrow but not Wren. With confirmation that Wren knew what to do Kaalim put a little more space between them as he began to well upset himself, which wasn't entirely hard to do: the death of so many in his family, his dead children, Kennet, and the mere thought of the Eldouir were simple enough triggers.
It began with his eyes going completely white almost glowing, followed by the tattooed runes just as glowy and bright. Kaalim's skin once a beautiful brown faded to gray, then growing and snapping of bones next, muscles on muscles where one didn't think muscles would be, and what was left at the end of the change was a much larger thing then Kaalim was. It was angry and it was looking at Wren with a twisted snarl. This beast made the first move where Kaalim would have let Wren go first out of principal it didn't discriminate against who got the large gray hands first...leaping into the air with both fists above his head the beast jumped toward Wren aiming to bring it's large fists down on her head.
Post by Willa Wren on Mar 17, 2023 13:55:46 GMT -5
Wren's smirk grew as Kaalim did. Bigger didn't always mean stronger. Bigger didn't mean badder. She'd learned that in Cambria, surrounded by beautiful, soft, petite women (some of them)...that could crush the heads of their enemies with their bare fists. Still, she knew better than to totally underestimate him. The brute, however, didn't seem to know not to underestimate her.
Choosing not to risk breaking the former Chieftain, Wren removed her mace from her back and set it on the ground just as Kaalim leapt into the air. Rather than waiting for him to come down on her, Wren bent at the knees and pushed, launching with the strength of twenty men. She, somewhat like Kaalim, at once at a glow about her, too. Her bones were infused with a golden magic that beamed when in use, giving the Cambrian an angelic glow.
She didn't punch him, but she did put out a fist. The strength of her arms was now twice as strong as a Cambrians with the edge of having enhanced strength an being invincible. She'd surely break him if she punched.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Mar 22, 2023 10:12:03 GMT -5
Kaalim wasn't a new born warrior either and he adjusted so that he could grab the extended fist with one hand and then with the other grab her waist before slingshotting them toward the ground. This wasn't about boasting pride or domination the beast like Kaalim respected Wren, sure she was disrespectful and hardheaded but he always felt she put her head into the right spaces. She always seemed to do the right thing.
Post by Willa Wren on Mar 27, 2023 13:49:35 GMT -5
The kinetic energy wouldn't quite work out for Kaalim. They were both moving forward at arcs that were destined to come down. Collision, especially this way in the air, would either look like bouncing off one another or taking a hold and falling down together. Wren could take a fall. Could Kaalim?
When his large hand reached for her fist she timed the closing in and drew her middle finger back behind her thumb. Just as his palm was about to enclose her hand, she released the middle finger in a precise, impossible powerful flick.