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 Regan Lassiter on Sept 7, 2022 13:41:06 GMT -5
“Yes, your majesty.” Regan smiled again as she stood at attention. Her heart was still racing, bubbling over with excitement at what was to come. But tonight would come soon enough. Here, now, she was still on duty.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 7, 2022 13:44:37 GMT -5
Cassian's usual dull demeanor had recovered itself, and even the light in his eyes seemed to have been snuffed out. Tonight. Not now. It gave him something to look to at the end of the day, but also reminded him that he still had a day. Hours upon hours of shouldering the burden of ruling until tonight, when the burden was shirked and the moon and the run and the hunt was all that mattered.
"No. You're dismissed." He said, turning, as though what had just transpired between them had been as casual as him passing along a random order. She would leave then, and Cassian would head to his desk. He sat at it and let his eyes fall upon the papers. Rather than diving in he sat still as stone, staring. As the seconds ticked by and his mind drifted, his eyes regained the light and the corners of his mouth turned up once more.