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!
Careful calculations, alliances, plotting, scheming, spying, bribery, preparations, all for one day.
The orders had been given. Across all of Terra Nova, an army was ready. Dogs of all breeds and sizes, carefully chosen by their leader to enact his greatest plan yet were in position.
As key members of the various governments and royalty slept in their beds, a hidden army would set their plot in action. Carpets and furs would be wet, piles of poop, stored for hours would carefully be released in a steaming heap in strategically chosen positions so as to ensure that the maximum amount of people would fall prey to their foulness. Curtains and upholstery would be chewed and torn. Clothes shredded...
When they awoke, an even greater horror would be discovered.
Everyone's right slipper would have vanished, whilst the left would be chewed and still soggy with drool.
Oh yes... This world would know to fear Snoots, Lord and Master of all.