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.
UPDATES
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 Luna Allemeade on Dec 12, 2021 23:06:35 GMT -5
To: @aurielle
From: Luna Belle Allemeade
Aurielle… As you have noticed… my last name is being used. I am with child and I have hidden who I am long enough. My child deserves to not live a lie. I know you have a hatred for the gifted families and I hope you see that I am different. I hope we can meet up, catch up soon. I will see you out soon.
Big Sister, I miss you. I am unsure if Remi has told you but you are going to be an aunt. Please come home soon I miss you greatly and want to hug you.
Another year. Since last we spoke I am only barely more literate. I am at least capable of penning in a timely manner. This will have been written early, for a change. I think you might forgive me, or more likely not give a toss.
I have improved with the sword more. Now I am a guard's man. Some call me a baby sitter. I dare say this is almost as exciting as the months we spent together in Coheed. I've traded in barbarian bastards for Gifted bastards and they are unfortunately a sight more dangerous. About as eloquent, though it appears they will put on airs as any other noble might.
At any rate I care not. If a man bleed when you cut him, he can be killed.
Wherever you are I hope you see these. I fucking hate writing them.
Your student Titus
This letter was not meant to be delivered to a man of the mortal realm, and instead intended to burn in the spirit of the holiday.
I consider you my closest friend. It may be considered inappropriate for me to say and I’m sure I’ll have a lesson about it in the following days, but I shall say it anyway. I trust you. I only hope that you will stay by my side in the years to follow, and that I make you proud of the queen I will continue to grow into.
I will do all I can to protect you and keep you by my side.