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!
Drystan knew, that for all his cousin was chaotic and followed his whims, that Hiram was smart. That Hiram had plans and goals for the family, individually or otherwise, even if he didn't actually say anything. And Drystan wasn't the one to question the why very often, or if he didn't, it wasn't from a place of opposition or insolence but curiosity. Instead, he was more apt to ask for the preferred methodology, if there was a particular message or end goal that Hiram wanted him to focus on. But always, he listened. He fulfilled his duties, requests, and goals.
And now, he was seeking Hiram for what was needed from him now. Yes, Coheed had settled an itch under his skin that he hadn't realized was present until his cousin had taken him along and yes, he helped keep things going behind the scenes. But he wouldn't assume what else was needed without knowing the next step. Whatever Hiram wanted from him, whatever he needed, Drystan would provide it.
When he did find his cousin, Drystan would wait before breaking whatever had his focus. Especially if he had a hatchet in his hands. Again.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jul 7, 2022 14:56:24 GMT -5
Luckily for Drystan, no hatcher this time. Or disappointingly, you choose.
Hiram was in the training yard. It was where he was most days. He was an adrenaline junky and especially preferred the heart-hammering, blood rushing sensation that working out gave him. He was currently doing pushups, but he had already done over one hundred and his arms were shaking and his teeth were gritted with his effort. Dresmondi and Eldouirs came and went, but they had all left him alone thus far.
When Drystan entered Hiram did not look up at him. He continued with what he was doing.
Drystan weighed his options, fully capable of being patient but also very aware of the image he had cultivated of himself much like he'd done in Lorendale once his collar had been removed. The debate was entirely due to the fact that there were a handful of the Dresmondi loitering about. Sp were other Eldouirs but the image cultivated wasn't for them.
"I could make those pushups harder if you'd like."
A little needling, a slight smirk. He was actually in a decent mood today.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jul 15, 2022 13:43:02 GMT -5
Hiram tipped his head back, golden gaze finding Drystan, and a sick smile ripped across his face.
"Wanna sit on my back, do you?" He asked suggestively. "I always knew you had a thing for men. Come on, then, indulge yourself." He winked and snaked his tongue out of his mouth, miming...well, whatever sexual thing a tongue can do, that's what he was miming.
He raised an eyebrow, resisting rolling his eyes. Of course Hiram would make it crude, when Drystan was attempting to be somewhat nice. Well, more civil than nice given that maybe he would have flipped Hiram off if there weren't the Dresmondi about. Image and all, because what better way to not have them cower away than to appear slightly more approachable by not flying off the handle half the time?
"Would you prefer I put on a pretty dress for you too?" He teased right back with a small smirk.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Aug 2, 2022 19:28:14 GMT -5
Hiram continued pushing his upper body from the ground, lowering slowly to prolong the burn and enhance the productiveness of this simple method of training his body for war. He didn't have any particular love for Drystan, but he didn't want to rip the Eldouir's face off either, which was saying something. There were many Eldouirs whose faces Hiram wanted to rip off.
"I prefer no clothes." He grunted before exhaling aggressively and using his strength to raise himself once more from the precipice of collapsing onto the ground.
His lip twitched. Could be a frown, could be a smirk, or a grin. It depended on whether or not you knew the man, to be honest.
"I'd remember for the next time, except you're not exactly my type." The humor was more blatant in his voice this time as he shifted his weight, hands slipping into his pockets. Could be a lie or it could be true, though Hiram would be one of the only ones to actually know if he was lying about this one thing.
And even though he did have an actual question for Hiram, he wasn't going to rush the man through his workout. He knew better than to do that.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Aug 31, 2022 13:33:42 GMT -5
With the final push up complete, Hiram lowered himself to the ground, making a pillow for his head with his forearms, and rest one cheek against them, eyes in their corners to look up at Drystan.
"What are types in the face of desperation?" He retorted, grinning, still enjoying their banter in his sick little way. After a beat he pushed up to standing. "What do you want?"
Drystan's lip definitely twitched upwards, with a slight lift of his shoulders like a shrug.
"Adeline mentioned a concern she overheard from one of the Dresmondi..." Drystan would explain the concern about hunting and the possible solution they'd come up with as they left the training yard a d went inside.