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 Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 8, 2022 11:38:56 GMT -5
Octavius nodded his head and then used his hand to splash at her.
“It’s especially romantic with a love interest.” There was something teasing in his voice, because the two seemed to have a very good understanding of what they were and what they weren’t.
“Speaking of…” he didn’t finish his sentence, letting his expectant tone speak for itself.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:39:14 GMT -5
Regan let out an uncharacteristically girlish squeal as the water hit her. She was about to splash back when Octavius started talking. The topic made her cheeks grow hot as she rolled her eyes.
“There’s nothing to speak of,” Regan grumbled, looking back up at the sky and letting her feet float up so she could lounge back.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:39:33 GMT -5
“Been a little bit, uh, busy,” Regan said with a sigh as she churned the water beneath her, the sting of her wound spiking with every kick, “But I’ll get you your gal. Don’t you worry.“ Regan said, sounding utterly unconvincing. After a moment, she sighed again.
“Or maybe it’ll be singledom for you and me. There are worse things, I suppose.” Regan was feeling a little sorry for herself, and had decided to temporarily indulge the feeling.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 8, 2022 11:39:40 GMT -5
Octavius was never one to be soured by other’s moods. While his grin did fade a little, it was more out of a heart of empathy than because his mirth was shot.
“If I’m allowed to know…” he began hesitantly, “what have you been up to?” His brows knit together in concern. The seriousness of the moment only lasted a beat. The young man flawlessly shifted the dismal tide in the air towards a happier current.
“And I refuse a life of singleness. For both of us!” It was a childish declaration that he proclaimed while raising a fist towards the sky. With a chuckle and a grin he said, “If neither you nor I are married by the time I turn thirty, I’ll marry you.” He bounced his eyebrows, grin growing. “It’ll surely be a pathetic, crippled excuse of a thing…but…” he shrugged. Clearly he didn’t expect this to happen. To truly get to that age without a wife. But this was a fun conversation nevertheless.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:39:56 GMT -5
Regan snorted, rolling her eyes with a reluctant grin. “Well I’m sure I’ll be no peach, so we’ll make a good pair.” She had a momentary vision of her and Octavius, him shuffling around the house as she bounced a baby on her hip. It was farcical and quickly dismissed, but it made her chuckle.
His other question had her smile fall. Regan considered lying, making up some bullshit training story, but she’d always been a garbage liar.
“No. You can’t know—I’m sorry, but…” Regan shrugged, “I’ll be okay. Don’t need to worry about me.” Because she could see the worry all over his face. It was sweet, though it made her squirm a little. She stared at him for a moment before looking back at the moon.
“Come on…” Regan said with another sigh, “let’s go before you catch your death of cold.”
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 8, 2022 11:40:05 GMT -5
Ominous. Octavius didn’t like it, but he didn’t push. She started spending excessive time with the king and now she has secrets and not to mention looked sick as a dog earlier. It made Octavius confidence in their ruler falter. What was happening? What was he doing to her? Knowing her, she likely allowed it. He felt anger bubbling in his chest but he let the cool water and darkness conceal it as he started to swim for the shore.
“You don’t have to shut people out.” He said as he climbed out of the water, not looking towards her. “It doesn’t have to be me, but…at least talk to Grant. If you want a future with him then it starts with honesty.”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:40:22 GMT -5
Regan pulled herself out after him, wincing as her wound was opened to the air. She turned her back to Octavius and started to dry herself. The relief the ocean had provided was already starting to fade. The bite started to throb again, and the prickle of irritation was creeping back up her spine.
“I’m fine,” Regan reiterated, though this time she was insistent. Turning, she pushed her hair back from her face and considered Octavius for a moment. She sighed. “But I’ll take your advice under consideration.” Regan would reach out and squeeze his shoulder, a crooked half-smile on her lips.
“Thank you for…just, thank you.” For she was grateful. Regan didn’t have many friends, but she was glad to know count Octavius among them.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 8, 2022 11:40:31 GMT -5
Octavius nodded his head, loathe to put dry clothes on a wet body but left without a choice. There was only so much shaking that would relieve his skin of the droplets on it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed her sincerity, finding it both heartwarming and awkward simultaneously, and focused on what he was doing.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:40:44 GMT -5
Regan’s eyes lingered on Octavius for a moment before she continued dressing, taking care not to let her tunic scrape over the wound on her side, When she’d dressed she’d turn to Octavius with a weary expression and a lopsided smile.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Dec 13, 2022 13:19:05 GMT -5
"We shall." Octavius agreed. It would be good to get back to his bunker and get some sleep. Not to mention get out of this cold water. Not to mention move away from a potentially compromising situation. All the things, all the things.
Octavius wouldn't make a ceremony of it. When they both finished, he'd fall into step, and when the time came to part ways, they'd part ways with a simple goodbye.