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!
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 Jul 3, 2022 18:12:04 GMT -5
The words and cheers of praise sent Othello soaring, something in his chest seemed to beat harder like for the first time in his life. As Rael embraced him a core memory was made within the Gifted pirate: acceptance. These were his people and he was theirs, those on this boat moreso than anyone in his entire life.
The Allemeade family and Lorendale gave up on him.
The Eldouir betrayed him.
Cambria hated him (well one little bird).
But Coheed called him a brother.
When Othello broke the brotherly embrace the old man spoke up again, "...gentlemen...uh...men...the other ship, it's damaged but if our lives were to spared we could repair it...it holds its own enchantments. Complicated. But fixable..."
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 5, 2022 19:48:05 GMT -5
Before he released Othello, Rael brought his head down to smack a theatrical kiss on the crown of his head, beaming from ear to ear. He was alive. There was blood on his scythe, a new ship under his feet, and he was still breathing. It was a good day. The sort of day he’d taken for granted in once.
But not now.
Rael was still grinning, laughter burning in his chest, when the bent-over Arynnite recalled his attention. Swaggering across the deck with a renewed energy in his step, Rael closed in on the man, backing him against the mast of the mainsail with smirk split sideways across his face. “And what if I have my own enchanter?” he asked, a menacing mirth dancing behind the dark of his eyes. “Could I fix it myself?”
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 Jul 6, 2022 13:25:34 GMT -5
The man whimpered as he was backed up and he couldn't seem to look at Rael as he stuttered and spattered a response, "It...it really depends sir on what they are enlightened to, if these enchantments are different they won't possess the knowledge to fix them...," and then there was Othello who stepped behind Rael to whisper, "he's righ' but do we need all o'them?"
The old man would see all kinds of metal balls float off the deck, they would pluck themselves from dead bodies, out of wood, and some that hadn't been used float from their ships to hoover over the decks. Othello would wear his wolf like smile, he just needed the word from the Captain but Othello had his own question, "And wha' pray tell ol'timer are these enchantments?"
" We call these Saga enchantments, so only a saga enchanter can fix them, please please I myself am a Saga enchanter," he pleaded but so did several others, they were practically begging. Othello looked at Rael with the silent question, what was their Arynnite back home?
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 6, 2022 19:04:01 GMT -5
He was almost nose-to-nose with the old man now, relishing the moment for what it was and thinking. It felt good to think. To do. To have something to think and do about.
Othello appeared over his shoulder and Rael cocked his head, listening. He had already rocked back on his heels, ceding the next question to Othello when the grin of his face darkened. He had learned enough from Ellora over the years to know that what the old man said was true: Arynnites had their own forms of magic. Ellora could do things other enchanters could not and—apparently—these were the Ayrnnites who could perform the sorts of magic she could not.
An irritated growl rumbled in his chest as he looked to the captives clamoring now for the chance their broken ship had afforded. “And how long would it take,” Rael asked, swinging his attention from the Arynnite to Othello to the old man he’d backed against the mast, “for three of you to repair the ship?”
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 Jul 10, 2022 14:19:11 GMT -5
"Three...of the right enchanters, a month maybe less," he whines and Othello stepped forward again peaking into the scared man's eyes as if peering into his very soul, "who do ya need lad?"
The man seemed to shrink, the dooming question hung in the air as the gravity of it's underlining meaning: what other two enchanters would be saved?
The man pointed to another older man and someone who looked just like the older man, Othello grinned, "So easy! Pick one more?"
The old man pointed to another woman and as soon as he picked her Othello pulled them up by the steel around their wrists, including the old man and he forced them in a cluster, looking at Rael now...what to do with the rest?
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 11, 2022 20:02:23 GMT -5
Three. Rael chewed on the number. He’d been counting on longer. He was still chewing on the number when Othello interceded.
Watching, Rael looked from one old man to another, and then to the third. Eventually, his attention drifted, looking past Othello to the Arynnites shaking on their knees on the deck. After a moment of apparent indecision, he swaggered forward, bringing his face down low enough to brush noses with a stern-faced woman with black hair.
“Why did he choose them?” he asked, the sound of a grin echoing between his teeth.
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 Jul 17, 2022 15:48:56 GMT -5
Othello turned when asked the question by Rael, his gray colored eyes landing on the old man, "Oi! Shitey britches why these free?"
At first it didn't register with the older Arynnite what Othello had asked him, but a corrective glare from Othe seemed to help the man understand, "The .. the first two are the creators of these ships enchantments, the third is... he's my grandson and trained in the same enlightenment as us three...pl-,"[/b] the chain suddenly wrapped aroubd the old mans throat chokkng him as it lifted him into the air leaving him kicking in panic. Othellos looked at the grandson smiling again...
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 17, 2022 21:25:25 GMT -5
The creators. Rael liked the sound of that. He rocked back on his heels, whistling appreciatively into the wind and rain. He could do a lot with creators, especially if their ships could do what the old man said. Or, rather, what his ships could do.
Carrying the sidelong grin with him, Rael finally dropped to the balls of his feet, moving to clap a brotherly hand against Othello’s shoulder. “Ahh, let him go.” He was in a good mood. A fine mood. A victorious mood.
When the chains around the old man’s neck loosened, Rael would wait just long enough for the man to inevitably cough up his lung before he finally knelt to his side. Turning his grin from the old man to the prisoners still clamoring in their tower, he told him: “Pick one more.”
He would stand a moment later, giving the man—and Othello—the berth they required to carry out his order, whatever their assumptions as to its implications. When, at last, a third Arynnite had been chosen, Rael jerked his head, signaling for his men to collect the old man, his three chosen enchanters, and the apparent grandson. Every horse needed a carrot.
Once the group was assembled, they would have his attention again. “You have until the end of the season. Repair it, and you live.” Rael turned to a soldier watching from where he stood, arms-crossed against a barrel. “Find somewhere to put them.” Striding across the deck once more, Rael clapped another hand on Othello’s shoulder.
“You saved me today.” He beamed, teeth shining against the storm.
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 Jul 18, 2022 8:57:30 GMT -5
Othello watched the party of Arynnite be lead away, he gave them a flirty kiss and wave. Riding on the high of today...for the past five years was something Othellos hadn't felt since that day a storm washed him up on the shores of Cambria. So much bad luck had fallen upon him that he had assumed he had no luck at all, but here he was. Alive. Slaughtering and pillaging. He was a part of a brotherhood and with clap on the shoulders and the confirmation from Rael, he was right where he needed to be.
Staring in the man's eyes he freely let his words fly, "It's wah' brothas do...righ?"
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 24, 2022 19:25:05 GMT -5
Rael agreed with a guttural grin and another brotherly kiss to the top of Othello’s head. When he released the man at last it was to turn him toward the storm, where the winds howled and beat against the broken mast of the second ship. His ship. His to fix. His to give.
“What do you think of her?” he grinned, relishing the taste of rain on his mouth and the thrum of victory in his veins. “A fine gift for any brother.” He said the words slowly, stretching them out as he raised a pointed look to the gifted—to the Coheedsman—at his side.
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 Jul 24, 2022 21:31:32 GMT -5
His gray eyes lit up, Othe may have came off as a half wit but he was quick witted, in fact Othello hadn't recalled his eyes getting this big since his first time killing a man. This was a rush as for the first little bit he couldn't speak as he looked from the ship to Rael, the ship, and back to Rael.
When he did find his voice it was edged in delusion, "Do ya mean tha' beauty is....is mine? She's fuckin' perfect brother!" and this time it was Othello planting a kiss on Rael's forehead and embracing him in a brotherly hug.
Post by Rael Quinnson on Jul 29, 2022 18:47:44 GMT -5
“She’s yours,” Rael agreed, laughter buried in Othello’s exuberant embrace. He clapped the man on the shoulder one last time before withdrawing with a wide, toothy grin. “Now let’s go look at her, eh?”
Even with her mast broken and beating in the wind, the ship was a fine thing to behold, fine even for an Arynnite vessel. Rael stalked across the deck, appraising the shape of it, the feel of it. He had almost forgotten about the rest of the captives, the ones not forced into the cabins below and whatever chains or restraints awaited. They were still kneeling in a huddle around the mast, some pleading, others weeping. Too many mouths to feed on the open water, and too many eyes to turn loose now.
His gaze shifted from the captives to the men circling them, to those whose fingers itched for more blood and others who were itching for something else entirely. With a wave of his hand and an indifferent smirk, Rael gave them what they wanted. “Do what you will, but I want them taken care of by the time we return.”