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 6, 2024 1:35:57 GMT -5
[ Arrival of the Nevermerean tour in Cambria! Those participating are welcome to start threads here. Please keep in mind that there are copious Nevermerean soldiers all about. Meeting privately with a Cambrian isn’t easily done. Members of the tour especially will have security details on them, whether obviously or not. Cambrians beware—trying to hurt a member of the tour will likely not end well for your character! ]
The journey thus far had been uneventful. There was a slight hiccup in the path typically taken from Skia to Cambria, thus they had to reroute slightly, but with the assistance of the witches and their summoned creatures it was nothing to write home about.
As the tour entered into Cambria, they were met by Norah Carter, Odina Ellis, surely, and a handful of high ranking Nevermerean soldiers.
Cassian, at the lead, Regan Lassiter at his shoulder, greeted them.
“Your majesty.” Norah bowed deeply. “All necessary arrangements have been made and a place cleared for your camp.” She would nod to the workers who would move from the back of the party to go set things up. “For now, come, rest, and be refreshed.”
Cassian dipped his head at her. They both looked to Odina expectantly for the official invitation.
[ Let’s have Odina go first and then whoever else wants to be in this thread can be. ]
Post by Odina Ellis on Apr 7, 2024 15:16:33 GMT -5
Odina was of course present and welcoming of her nephews arrival, still on the mend from the sickness that had plauged Cambria, but she was beautiful in her green dress. Unfortunately she still needed the aid of a walking stick as her full strength had yet to return. However the sickness was gone, no life had been lost and in reality it showed to some Cambrians that the speed in which Nevermere had aided them was a huge factor.
"We welcome you your Majesty, nephew please come feast and break bread with your people," Odina had been hoping Vekka and Lyra were with her nephews tour but seeing as they had not greeted her perhaps they had duties back home, her eyes searched for them still between the movements of the day.
Sigyn was wary of the newcomers, but she had promised Odina to be by her side and not do anything strange. She would follow her girlfriend's lead, and see where that led them. While Odina Ellis used a cane, she would be on the other side to offer an arm to lean on, in case Odina wanted to. Had she known before that Cassian was Odina's nephew? She was sure Odina must have mentioned it before.
The blonde tries to smile at the group of people, but it wasn't very convincing. She trusted Odina, and that was that.
Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar, hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur
Post by Ibrahim Bashar on Apr 7, 2024 15:54:48 GMT -5
Odina Ellis. Ibrahim wondered if she would recognise a Bashar when they saw one, AKA him. His wife, Julene, was Sarilla's sister. She had, shortly, belonged to the royal family, by marriage, before Cassian's family murdered Sarilla. One of the last standing connections to the Ellis family.
He stood there, with the crowd of those who wanted to see and meet Odina. He wouldn't speak to her before Cassian had replied to her offer, but he kept a close eye on her.
Last Edit: Apr 25, 2024 15:18:48 GMT -5 by Ibrahim Bashar
Wren refused to welcome the party, but instead hung back with her Valkyrie, close enough to intercept an attack but far enough away to feel as though they had nothing to do with it. Had Odina requested something different they would have done so, but as it was, this was as close as she was getting.
Her eyes spanned the company, judging its might. Nevermere had numbers and magic, she couldn’t deny them that. She watched and waited, making a plan in case action was necessary.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 10, 2024 9:55:36 GMT -5
Regan stood at Cassian’s shoulder, eyes scanning each and every Cambiran with scrutiny. It wasn’t her job to play diplomat. As far as she was concerned, her job was to treat every Cambrian as if they couldn’t be trusted. That’s how she could best protect Cassian, and so she intended to do so. Besides, her experiences with Cambrians had been sketchy at best, anyway. She hadn’t forgotten the threat in Coheed, and the reality that the Cambrian who’d delivered it could be anywhere. Waiting.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Apr 25, 2024 18:50:37 GMT -5
Othello was standing pickled between two witches, one of them being Vesper Delvaux, in fact one might say he had grown oddly smitten with the bossy bitch and it would be true. He stood silent but observant, because Othello Allemeade had enemies here perhaps one he didn't deserve because as he said time and time again he was defending himself. Scallywags despite being scallywags would still do what he did that day to survive, wasn't dying in combat a great honor?
Did they expect him to just die?!
Othello Allemeade may have bent the knee and shackled himself to that cursed collar, but he would never just die...cornered dogs were the most dangerous if the options involved death.
Fuck that!
Fuck that blonde!
Steel gray eyes scanned the crowd, he would remember her face and that haunting wail echoed some times in his dreams. And she remembered him.
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 13:41:57 GMT -5
Cassian knew that Cambria was at least one, if not more, generation from being Nevermerean. From accepting it. From embracing it. From taking advantage of all that life would offer them because of it. That was okay. If there was peace, productivity, and progress, then they would proceed.
The tour participants would have nothing on the evening agenda except to rest, eat, and socialize.