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 Hiram Eldouir on Aug 1, 2022 14:09:00 GMT -5
Hiram liked the sound of that. More people should get in line. He was worthy of their service. In fact, that had him thinking. That had him riding the horse of self celebration, and he had something else to add to what she said.
“My Lord.” He said it with narrowed eyes, a smirk, and a raised brow. “That is what you call me. Now try it again.”
Post by Rosamere Osxiano on Aug 1, 2022 14:09:10 GMT -5
The words tasted like ash as she said them. "I serve you. My lord."
Whatever positive memories she had tied to those words, Rosamere took them and shoved them in a box in the farthest corner of her mind to keep them from being tainted by the man before her. A small little internal island for herself.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Aug 1, 2022 14:09:21 GMT -5
Good. That was good. It felt good. Hiram exhaled, basking in the moment, before he turned. That was all. He didn't have any other need for the witch at this very moment, so he would leave her be as he went about his business.
She would find over the next few days that he treated her like a dog. He would toss food her way, typically only crumbs, and kick her if she spoke when he didn't ask her to or if she tried to leave. He did disappear at times, but if she made a run for it he seemed to always be in the right place at the right time, there to aggressively return her to her place and hurt her in the process. He would try to condition her to be afraid of leaving the cave, because that would make using her that much easier.