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 Ophelia Rainecourt on Oct 5, 2022 13:05:36 GMT -5
Ophelia would arrive anxious and alone. Well, alone, except for the daughter who ran ahead of her despite her mother’s insistence she do otherwise. Lorelle didn’t listen unless it was her father speaking. Ophelia might as well have been calling at the ocean to cease the tide. It was exhausting and futile, and at the end of the day not worth the breath.
So, as her daughter went to seek out sweets, Ophelia lingered at the fringes. People started to approach her, exchanging niceties that helped thaw the frozen fear that had settled over her since Kato’s birth. She then started to mingle through the crowd, keeping an eye on her brother Cassian Rainecourt and his queen @iliana , waiting for the appropriate moment to approach them.
And with that they were able to move past the topic of Rosamere. Thank god for children. You could always start a conversation about them to move from a topic that wasn't ideal. "Your children will stay here?" she asked with some surprise in her voice. She didn't know much about Odina Ellis and her life. Gunne then smiled at P'ol, the only one of the girls that was still standing next to her mother. "The youngest always seems to be a mix of the older two." She looked back at Odina. "We've been trying for a third one as well. I'm curious to know if it'll be a mix of Ruben and Timea too." Timea looked up when she heard her name but returned to watching the people walk by soon after. She wasn't used to big gatherings and she was still waiting to talk to the prince, if she'd get the opportunity.
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 Oct 10, 2022 13:48:57 GMT -5
Cassian met Iliana's eyes as she promised the boy time spent in the boat on the sea. There was praise in them, as he considered Iliana to be far above and beyond what he had hoped for in a mother of his children. He, just like her, cherished the way Cass smiled, the way he was able to because of what his parents kept him from. He would allow Cass to be a child as long as he could. Only when he believed he was doing the boy a disservice would he take Cass under his wing and teach him the ways of a king. Not too late, but not too soon. Cass would be a better king that Cassian, of that he was determined, just as his own father had been. Cassian would have different methods, too...
The appearance of Augustus Rainecourt was both untimely and unwelcome, but the queen had invited them without a word, and Cassian was forced into the exchange. He had his reservations about Augustus, namely the man's recent arrival from Arynn Frey and his sudden promotion to power. He could tell that Iliana was inclined to listen to him, and while counselors were wise, Cassian feared the older man might prey upon her young age. Still, if he truly had what was best for Lorendale in mind, then there would be qualms, of this Cassian was certain.
He dipped his head politely to the man, allowing the interaction to be as Augustus sought it--between him, Iliana, and Cass. Meanwhile, the king's eyes rose to observe the guests. His attention fell on Ophelia Rainecourt, but she had turned her head just as he saw her. It moved next to Odina Ellis, and then trickled over other guests. With Iliana still close, Cassian set his hand on the small of her back and murmured,
"Excuse me," before nodding his head at Augustus and descending the steps, entering into the fray of the party crowd. He would half turn before proceeding, offering an inviting half smile to Cass in case the boy wanted to come along with him and greet his party guests.
Post by Phaedra Rainecourt-Marx on Oct 11, 2022 14:02:58 GMT -5
Phaedra attended with her husband, of course, as she well knew how to whisper venom in the carriage and then shine winning smiles in the corridors like the best of nobles. She'd had to learn, married to a man like Augustus. Happiness was ever fleeting and she could either wallow in the depth of despair or rise up on wings of hope of a better tomorrow. She chose to rise.
Unlike her husband, however, she did not sport Lorendale colors. It wasn't a stab at her homeland, no, it was intended to be an insult to Augustus. Her dress was a deep, rich silver, supposedly neutral but possibly a salute to the secondary color of Nevermere. The smile resting on her lips was self-satisfied, to be sure.
Phaedra greeted Queen @iliana behind Augustus with a deep bow. The boys had been allowed to roam the ship under strict orders from their mother to be on the best of behavior, on pain of merciless scolding.
Though she kept quiet, Phaedra's eyes would shine with pride as she looked upon her beautiful niece, queen of two kingdoms.
Post by Odina Ellis on Oct 12, 2022 16:34:09 GMT -5
P'ol noticed the boy pointing and very child like she pointed back, "That boy is pointing at us Mom," she seemed to be pointing back even harder, taking off towards the boy, seemingly cutting her conversation with Gunne short, "Well good luck with the third, but can you excuse us? Perhaps after this we can visit and catch up proper? Now is your chance to speak to the little birthday Prince too, I've got to catch this child...it's always the third dear," Odina seemingly purred with a smile before chasing after P'ol.
The little girl came to a stop beside Romulus with her hands on her hips staring at the other child, "You was pointing, why?" she demanded just as Odina came up on the tail end of the question, "I'm very sorry...erh..lords...P'ol don't be rude," she was looking between the two men, the one she knew the other, Tybalt Zane she didn't.
Post by Kennet Caern on Oct 14, 2022 18:03:28 GMT -5
Eventually, Kennet descended the short flight of stairs that led from the main deck to the quitter overlook. Reticent though she was to abandon her privacy, she had no intention of appearing aloof during an occasion such as this. Besides, it was easy enough to draw a stunning smile across her features when she could see Cass grinning up at the king and queen across the crowd. Plucking a glass of wine from a tray carried by a passing servant, Kennet slipped into the crowd.
Her cares were tucked away easily enough. After all, she had practiced deceit on herself for years before turning her masquerade upon the world at large. What was it to lie to herself now but a habit as reflexive as drawing breath? Carrying a brilliant smile through the crowd, Kennet tipped the glass in her hand to her lips, playing her part to a degree of perfection even she believed.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Oct 17, 2022 1:48:38 GMT -5
Tybalt had found his son. The momentary relief disappearing as it was replaced with horror at the sight of whom he was with. It wasn't that the captain had anything against the Cambrians - well, asides his natural prejudice as a Lorendale soldier - more that he knew his son's tendency to run his mouth and say whatever it was that was both in his head and on his heart. The father made a point of speeding up a little to reach the boy's side. He would offer an apologetic smile to those present before turning towards the child. "What are you doing Tobey?" The boy looked up at him perplexed. "You said we should try to make new friends..." It was the father's turn to look a bit surprised. "Well, I wasn't quite thinking of foreign dignitaries..."
How could he scold his son for something that was neither in itself dangerous? Certainly if they were to be allies he didn't want to be encouraging prejudice. Thankfully, it would seem that the other child might just have offered them a way out. Without any hesitation or timidity and the confidence that only a child could muster, Tobey explained himself:"Well, see... I think you might have killed my grandmother."Instantly, Tybalt's world sank. He could only stare at the boy, unable to think to do anything to ease the situation other than throw the boy overboard and then jump in after him to save himself any further embarrassment. Still, the child continued oblivious. "But I think she was trying to kill you too and dad says you're our friends now because you're friends with Nevermere. So... I guess, no hard feelings?"
Tybalt could only stare at Odina Ellis. The ocean was still looking very inviting.
Post by Odina Ellis on Nov 6, 2022 10:47:40 GMT -5
The accusation from the little boy at first brought a puzzling almost horrified look to Odina's face, she stared in disbelief mouth slighlty agape between the boy and the man who equally looked as perplexed. Then it registered with Odina about the history between Cambria and Lorendale, tragic yet the woman herself had never participated in open battle. She was and always had been a blacksmith in Cambria.
Collecting herself she put on a kind and gracious smile kneeling down to the boys and P'ols respective levels, "No hard feelings at all young sir, war and battles are senseless at times but no hard feelings and friends are some of the best results," she calmly explained offering him her hand, "I'm Odina, this is my daughter P'ol, who and where might you hail from?"