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!
Words cannot describe what you mean to me, to us. We could never thank you for helping us when you knew nothing of us. For whatever reason, you have continued to keep us close. And we still to this day wouldn't want to be anywhere else but beside you, for as long as you will keep us.
You were not what I had expected, and I couldn't be happier for that. You took me by surprise and everyday my love for you grows tenfold. You have always been there for me, and even when I didn't have the words, you didn't mind my silence.
I cannot wait to call you the father of our children, so thankfully I can start at the end of Vers.
I am proud to call you my sister-in-law. I know we aren't the closest, but after everything, I hope we can change that. You mean more to us than you know.
I will never forget about how you made me feel. And a piece of my heart will forever be yours. Anytime there is a cloudless day in Loren, the blue of the sky makes me think of you.
I hope you find peace, and look back on us as fondly as I do.
I think of you often. More so than I have anyone else, and find myself looking for you in every room I walk into. Maybe its not right by many standards. But I find that I don't care. You bewitch me.
Tonight, I am alone in my tent and blessedly, it certainly allows me the freedom to lounge about as I wish. I brought with me a bottle of the wine you introduced me to that one delightful evening.
It reminds me of you as I drink it and I can only imagine how you would retrieve the runaway droplets of wine that have escaped my lips, but I suppose that is all the company to be had tonight. If I close my eyes, it is easier to imagine that it is your hand guiding mine along the paths that you have traced along my skin before.
You terrify me. I have always been a woman who needed no one. Who didn’t look twice in a room for someone because I had been everything I had needed. Now I look for you. You are the first person I want to see when I step foot into Nevermere, and the last I want to say good bye to before I leave. I wish my time could be spent at your side, in your bed, as yours.
It scares me, because I had always been taught to marry up. Seek to elevate. It doesn’t matter anymore. Not since you. You came from out of no where and yet I want you forever. Always.
I know what I feel. What I want. And it’s you. Forever.
Eternally yours,
Your Enchantress
This would not be delivered, and she would burn it on her own.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
I know that things have been difficult for you this past while and I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you from that.
You are my heart and soul. I can't begin to explain to you just how much you have changed my life. I cannot imagine my existence without you in it, nor do I want to.
I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me and to promise you that whatever the future brings, I look forwards to sharing it with you.
Yours Always, your silly old husband,
Tybalt
Last Edit: Dec 10, 2021 4:10:12 GMT -5 by Tybalt Zane
Oh, how I miss having your quick smile and easy laughter in the house. My brother (as misguided as we both know he can at times be), did not make a mistake when he chose you as his bride. Though things didn't work out the way I wish they had, I am grateful for having been able to spend such lovely time with you.
We should get together sometime soon. I'd love nothing more than to catch up with you and @aurielle . (I'll ask the cook to make those cookies we love.)