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 Magda Ivanova on Aug 26, 2022 13:43:59 GMT -5
Magda laughed, falling into the sparkling courtier—a version of herself that was the most endearing of them all. She was lightly flirtatious, playful, and mischievous. Magda had perfected her over the years, putting a sparkling veneer over the darkness that grew inside her like a thorny thicket.
“Glad to hear it,” Magda said, taking up a piece of laundry, “I must admit, it can get rather lonesome. Coheed feels more a home to me than anywhere else, yet still…” Magda shook her head, “I haven’t quite settled.”
It was a theatrical display, one meant to elicit pity and trust. And Magda was nothing if not a skilled actress.
Miriel nodded her head, feeling terrible despite it not being her fault the woman had friends. She hadn't even really met the woman until now. Her eyes were on the washing away from the acting, occasionally looking at Kell while she worked.
Looking at Magda, the fact that anyone would ever her trust was unimaginable. So instead she nodded her head, a polite small smile on her face, and assumed they had switched back to marriage talks. "I'm sure it will work out, sometimes these things just take time."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 6, 2022 20:24:16 GMT -5
“Yes. Perhaps it does…”
Magda trailed off thoughtfully, glancing at Kell before continuing to assist Miriel with the laundry. “So,” She started, trying to shift focus, “Tell me about Izen. For being part of his family, I know him very little.”
This wasn't entirely true, of course. Magda tried her best to know as much as possible. But by asking about Izen, she was in fact trying to learn something about Miriel.
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There were a lot of things Miriel felt uncomfortable talking about. Many woman talked freely about their sex lives while it just made her blush. But talking about Izen was one of the things that always brought a smile to her face.
"He's an amazing father to Kell, and I couldn't ask for a better husband. It's really heartwarming how close he is with your husband and Kaalim. I didn't see him for what felt like ages after the attack." And she had then proceeded to screw that up as she always did, although now his absence wouldn't be because of brotherly love but her own incompetence.
Looking at Magda with a sad smile she shook her head. "He lost his wife and children to the red-heads last time, Izen, I just never know what to say." What could she say anyways, it wasn't like she was a strong warrior and could say she wouldn't meet the same end. And being pregnant made other things pointless, despite the ache for it anyways.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 10, 2022 18:30:33 GMT -5
Brotherly love. Yes, Magda supposed it was touching, yet at present, she was finding it highly inconvenient. Izen, Kaalim, and Rian were a fortress Magda had been looking for cracks in for five years. Rian was the leg of the stool she’d seized on so that it might topple. But breaking the Cyrilsons apart would have to be done carefully.
She returned Miriel’s sad smile, nodding. “Rian lost wives and children to them as well. And now to have them returned…” Magda shook her head taking up another piece of laundry, “I know Rian loves Kaalim—as you said, the bond of brotherhood is strong—but I fear…” Magda furrowed her brow, making a face of concern, “I fear Kaalim might not be the leader Coheed needs.”
"I'm so sorry, that loss must be awful. I try to fill the gap sometimes but I don't think he wants it filled anymore." Miriel wasn't one to gossip except with her sisters. And even then it was incredibly limited. Magda seemed easy to talk to though, and she figured if anyone would understand it was her.
Her head whipped up at the woman's next words, surprised and slightly alarmed. "What do you mean?" Kaalim had given woman a chance to fight, he had secured an ally of Nevermere, at least that's what Miriel understood of it. She had seen his incredibly scary abilities after that night, the thought he wouldn't be capable had never crossed her mind.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 20, 2022 22:27:24 GMT -5
Magda maintained her furrowed brow of worry. It was a performance, but it was hardly theatrical. It had been perfected within an inch of its life to resemble something sincere. Stopping mid-hang, Magda hugged the piece of laundry to her chest and turned to Miriel with a soft whisper.
Miriel was now more than slightly worried. Kaalim had to be the man for Coheed, he was the chieftan. But that didn't prevent worry from creeping in as she held her hand over her belly, not yet swollen but unconsciously protecting her little one. "Of course, anything." What she really hoped for was an explanation, or perhaps a laugh that this was all just a joke. Magda was close to the chieftan, or at least seemed it, surely her words were true.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 26, 2022 0:00:49 GMT -5
Magda stepped closer to Miriel, brow pinched together over her wide, cloyingly doe-like eyes. The dark shimmering pools had been stripped of their devilish sparkle, instead becoming shining pools of sincerity.
“I came here to change Coheed. To transform it into something other than it was. I stand by some of those changes—the ways that women have benefitted, for instance—but now…” Magda shook her head, “Now I fear Nevermere goes too far. They want to replace Kaalim with one of their own.”
The gem on Magda’s ring turned black. The spell of Magda’s persuasion would fall over Miriel, as if she would fall into the tempting darkness of her eyes. Magda dropped the laundry back in her basket and tucked a strand of hair behind Miriel’s ear.
“Coheed is my home,” Magda whispered, her fingers brushing against Miriel’s cheek, “It is my home in a way Nevemere never can be. I want to preserve it as it is, in all its untamed beauty. And to do that…” Magda smiled softly, cupping Miriel’s cheek in her hand, “We need to beat them at their own game.”
Miriel listened waiting for an explanation, her apprehension rising as the woman spoke about change. Change was against everything she had been taught, even joining the Parabolti had taken some convincing from her sisters. She opened her mouth to express her discomfort, although surely not eloquently.
But then all of a sudden a peace settled over her. Miriel had never felt peace like this, staring into Magda’s eyes all of those dropped away, her only need the woman’s attention. And focused squarely on her it felt like a warm embrace. Her check pushed into the woman’s hand, cherishing the closeness and her touch. Which was odd… no this was right, Magda was right. ”How do we do that, I’ll help you with anything.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 30, 2022 17:51:05 GMT -5
Magda smiled with self-satisfaction. She stepped into Miriel, her thumb tracing the woman’s bottom lip. Helpless. Magda had felt that way so many times, often at the hands of evil men. But now, with the roles flipped, Magda relished the power. Instead of cruelty, she would show kindness. Mercy. Restraint. A benevolent master.
“I need Izen’s support.” Magda took the woman’s face in her hands, “Rian is the future of this kingdom. If only Izen could see…if only you could help him see…” She stepped close to Miriel, lips hovering close to hers, “What wonderful things we could do together.”
Smiling serenely, Miriel felt important and loved as the witch traced her bottom lip. Magda had such a radiant confidence about her, there was nothing else she wanted more than to do anything she asked.
So she nodded at the woman's request, licking her lips as her heart fluttered. "Rian is the way for Coheed." It sounded odd at first as it left her tongue, but looking at deep into Magda's eyes it made since. Oh so much sense. "I'll tell Izen." Anything to win Magda's favor.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 1, 2022 17:25:37 GMT -5
Magda glanced out of the corner of her eye to ensure it was no one but them and the laundry line. Seeing no movement, Magda caressed the smooth skin of Miriel’s arms before dropping her hands to her waist. Her nose brushed against hers as she breathed her in.
“Be discreet,” Magda whispered, in a soft command, “These things must be done…gently.” She closed the remaining distance between her and Miriel’s lips, kissing her deeply before parting with a sparkling smile.
“I think we’re going to be good friends, you and I,” Magda purred, holding Miriel firmly against her, “So long as some things remain our little secret…” Raising her hand, she ran a finger down the bridge of Miriel’s nose, “Do you understand?”
Miriel wasn't worried about what anyone would see. All that mattered was Magda looked at her, touched her, spoke to her. An all consuming need for an attention she had never sought. And her smile only grew as the woman wrapped her arms around her. It was making it hard to focus on the words but she did all the same. Because the words from her lips were worth their weight in gold.
Her lips parted in slight shock as Magda leaned in, fingers grabbing greedily at the woman's clothes. Not wanting for it to end as the world disappeared around her. This was never something she had considered but she cast the thought aside, a shuddering breath leaving as the woman pulled back. Lips and legs trembling.
But her embrace kept Miriel stable. So she nodded her head, enthusiastically, ready to do anything just to stay like this. To have their little secret. "I understand."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 1, 2022 18:07:14 GMT -5
“Good.” Magda gently released her. She was a pretty little thing, of that there was no doubt, but Magda hoped she would be a useful one as well. Izen was a matter that would need to be dealt with when the time came. He, not Rian, was the chieftain's second. If Rian was to rule, Izen would need to step aside. Better he do it willingly than to cause Magda any unnecessary trouble.
Stepping back, Magda glanced at the babe before turning her serpentine gaze back to Miriel. “I must go, little one,” She whispered softly, “Rian should be back from Cambria soon. When he returns…you should come to visit me.” Her eyes raked across Miriel before she turned and started to walk away.