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!
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Apr 28, 2024 13:25:06 GMT -5
Cassian's brows lowered over his eyes as he caught her movement and saw what it was she offered. What disturbed him only a pinch more than the realization of what it was she was offering, was the dark thought of taking the knife and plunging it into her stomach. Cassian had killed before, but it had not brought him any delight. He had hurt people that would otherwise hurt him and his people; it had been war, and lives had been taken, and the toll was heavy. Hurting Regan wouldn't remove the hurt nor the scar. It was there and he intended to keep it as a reminder. A reminder and a warning to himself.
For the sake of symbolism he took the dagger, and without hesitation he cast it into the flames. Hope it wasn't a family heirloom.
"We," he moved his hand between their chests, fingertips touching his, fingernails tapping hers, "don't hurt each other." He was breaking it down nice and simply. "You burn the world before you hurt me again. I'll suppress anything I have to. For you."
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 12, 2024 19:17:54 GMT -5
When he took the dagger, Regan was relieved. Physical pain was something she could wrap her mind around as a cost and consequence. It was something that could be endured. Its simplicity gave her peace. But...the dagger was cast into the flames. Cassian came close, and she looked up at him as malleable as a trained dog to its master. Regan nodded.
"I'll burn the world." She repeated in both understanding and as a promise.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on May 18, 2024 1:55:58 GMT -5
She understood. Then they understood one another. Things couldn't return to how they were, but this agreement brought a new element between them. An understanding. These were the things kingdoms were built on.
The fleeting smile of the king came to his lips at her words. They should have been scary, but to him they were comfort. They were peace. He reached the hand between them up to barely touch the hair just above her ear. A slight but intentional token of gratitude. Appreciation? Whatever it was, there it was.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 18, 2024 16:47:48 GMT -5
Cassian's smile nearly melted her into a puddle on the floor. She smiled back, hesitantly, glowing eyes dimming back down to warm, inky darkness. When he reached a hand up to brush the hair above her ear, she reached out too, fingertips brushing the back of his hand but not trying to take it.
"Can I still stay?" The question was a hesitant whisper, uttered through a soft smile.