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!
Post by Willa Wren on Oct 13, 2022 13:57:59 GMT -5
Wren sighed at Viveka's words, wishing the same in her heart. Wishing they were not only united, but that they had something to strengthen them against the threat of Nevermere. She wanted to liberate her people, but she was certain that if she tried then she would get them all killed. That was her greatest fear of all.
Looking up, the warrior took hold of her friend's hand and stood. It wasn't the physical help that she accepted in that motion, for Wren had the strength to break mountains in her fist. It was the companionship that she embraced. The commitment. Even if Cambria was divided among itself, Wren and Viveka were not.
With a silent nod she moved to gather the things she had brought so that they could be on their way.