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!
Its silvery glow cast long shadows on the docks where the Drowned Canary sat at port. Best as one could tell, the docks were empty. The sounds of Coheesmen and patrolling Nevermeran soldiers were not too far off, but no one treaded the planks that night. The seas were calm, the vessels moored, waiting to be reanimated by the crews that kept them.
But the docks were not empty. In the calm, a flash of amber flame lit the darkness.
The Drowned Canary started to burn. It wouldn’t be long before someone would see the blaze and ascertain its source. A kindly Coheedsman would see that Othello was fetched to save his burning ship, for the source of the flames had no intention of letting them die. She was their master, able to extinguish them or make them lick higher and higher, unable to be snuffed out by anyone but Regan.
Though Othello wouldn’t know it, he had two choices: come, save his ship and strike a deal, or let it burn to the sea and be lost beyond repair. Gone, forever.
Regan and Grant both lay in wait. The King’s Huntsman was hidden in the blaze. Grant was nearby shrouded in darkness.
Regan Inventory: Collar and sister ring (obtained from Fischer Wyndham), healing potion (greater), War axe (treated with paralysis potion), dagger in boot and six throwing knives (also treated), armor (heat treated).
Grant Inventory: Fire resistance potion, healing potion (greater), invisibility potion, broadsword (treated with paralysis potion), two knives (also treated), shield, armor.
**Potions obtained from Nevermere’s military potion storage
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Sept 29, 2022 19:34:44 GMT -5
Othello was feeding Ög when he had been fetched by a out of breath Coheedain arrived at his hut, it took even longer for the man to spit it out and when it was out Othello quickly gave his son over to his wife before shoving the bad news bearer out of the way.
As he ran from his hut to the docks Othello shouted the whole way there, "Fire at the docks! Fire! The docks are burning! Fire at the docks! To the docks!"
Approaching he saw his ship was clearly on fire and a panic set in, but he wasn't going to let it deter him so he ran towards it.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 3, 2022 19:08:07 GMT -5
Grant worked well with others. Most specifically, the one setting the fire on that fancy boat over there.
So for now he lay in wait while the ship burned, staying as still as stone within the darkness nearby to keep an eye on things. It was a good plan. Now to see it through.
He watched a man run away and then, several moments, another man matching the description he'd been given approach, yelling about a fire. Grant made a face and stood fast, watching the man who might be their target approach the Drowned Canary.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 3, 2022 19:16:05 GMT -5
Regan was stalking him from inside the flames while crouching low to the deck. She would wait until Othello was close, close enough that the blaze of the flames illuminated every strand of his beard. It was then that she'd make the flames surge. They'd burst in a blinding display, knocking anyone near the ship off balance except for the woman who wielded their power. As they did, Regan would sink her teeth into her arm, chanting to summon a creature from realms beyond.
Regan would remain crouched, hidden in the flames and smoke.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Oct 3, 2022 19:32:11 GMT -5
The heat alone kept him from boarding, he stopped a fools errand to run aboard so he reached out with his Gift though reaching out for barrels with the metal bands around them and they lifted from the ground floating out over the fire sparkling reflective water. He sank them into the water fully submerging them until he figured they were full before lifting them again into the air and hoovering them over his ship and dumping them onto the flames.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 3, 2022 19:36:56 GMT -5
Grant supposed it would be too much for the man to just run on to the ship and try and put it out like that. Shame.
And then the weirdness started. Grant kept himself still save for his eyes, which were now locked upon the man he was sure was Othello. Gifted. Nevermerean men didn't have magic like that, that was for sure. So they'd likely found their target and he was trying to put out the fire. That might've worked on a good day, but today was probably not his day.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 3, 2022 19:40:04 GMT -5
And there he was.
Like on massive inhale of breath, the flames disappeared. The change in light would have any normal human seeing star, but not the wolf whose two glowing amber eyes lit like dim coals in the dark. The summoning was now fully-fledged: the shadowed snake that had served her well in the courthouse battle against the Eldouirs. The snake would whip toward Othello as intangible smoke, its body only becoming solid once it had wrapped itself around the metal manipulator. The massive constrictor would begin to squeeze.
The summoning deployed and the ship extinguished, Regan rushed forward in the dark of night, dagger in hand.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Oct 3, 2022 19:42:01 GMT -5
Before he could react something was coiling around him and constricting, he was being attacked. Instantly and instinctively the metal bender reached out as far and as wide as he could summoning all the steel and metal of all shapes and sizes pulling it to him. From inside the ship small balls of metal would begin to pull to him. Knives and swords and armor too. It would beging to circle them all like a tornado spinning rapidly and with indiscretion to anyone around him besides him. What blades were summoned by Othello would strike the solid part of the constricting creature.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 3, 2022 20:12:46 GMT -5
Grant watched the conflagration vanish and kept his eyes peeled for signs of others, or, worse, Othello fleeing. If no one came to his aid, however, that would simplify things.
The panic of the burning ship began small but was spreading. Word of it trickled across Coheed and Nevermerean alike. The clashing forces were on borrowed time before companies from both sides would come running.
The flames died and the summoned creature sprang into action, wrapping around Othello and seeking to crush his body. The gifted, however, was no pup. He was a master of his magic with a lifetime of wielding and killing. The metal all around him sprang to life, answering its master's beckoning, and circled him like a great, reflective storm. A fleck of metal about the size of a tooth from a lining on the ship sped through Grant, ripping into the back of his shoulder and out the front of his chest.
The snake was not playing with its food. The time taken to let the metal first become a tornado saw to the cracking of some ribs, but before the monster could further harm its victim it was attacked. Blades rushed forth from the mass of rotating metal, sinking into the snake's flesh with speed and vigor. He had pulled much metal, but only attacking with blades reduced the amount of impact upon the creature. The docks weren't exactly the armory, though there were certainly blades to be found.
Wounded and writhing, the snake's hold of its victim lessened, its massive head tossing from side to side, inadvertently knocking the gifted to the ground just before it became black smoke once more before returning to where it was summoned from.
It should be noted, the metal collar formerly in Regan's possession was a part of the mass of metal tornado.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 4, 2022 13:07:32 GMT -5
Regan had learned some lessons this day. She’d reflect on them later, but for now, an elegant solution has gone entirely out the window.
As the metal tornado started to form, Regan’s hand went for the collar at her side. The collar whipped from her hand, Regan growling in frustration as her eyes followed it into the cloud of metal. Her frustration would ignite the ship’s smoldering beams once more, setting the timer for its destruction once again.
Regan would start to curse him, using the time it took to kill the snake to set it. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the collar as Othello’s tongue would start to swell. His eyelids, lips, nostrils and ears would follow, until he was a grotesque puffy creature that could not see or hear or breathe.
Othello would start to suffocate unless the curse was lifted. Regan’s eyes remained fixed on the collar as she bid the fire to expand once again.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Oct 4, 2022 19:46:23 GMT -5
Othello had directed his metal at every moving body again indiscriminately aiming to kill his attackers he needs not wait for curses or snakes to fade like smoke, busted ribs? He'd been through worse and the further he reached the more pieces: damn the ship, damn the puffing, and if he died well they would die too. Anchors would rise from the waters tearing through hulls as they were called to their master, and nails plucked from the ships whipped like shrapnel.
Choking slowly Othello didn't stop, he'd have to die first he just focused on his metal storm.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 4, 2022 20:32:46 GMT -5
The tornado of metal was getting a little out of hand, in Grant's humble opinion, and he figured that 'failsafe' meant 'get ready now, idiot' because until the metal stopped flying around he was going to assume boldly that Othello was not captured and Regan might be in danger.
And then Grant's shoulder was on fire and he stumbled to a knee, feeling a burning pain from his back to his chest.
Right, okay now he was an active participant. He was about to start moving when the ship burst into flames. Again. Instead of rushing over and further into the metal vortex, he plucked his fire-resistance potion out of its holder and uncorked it, swallowing the liquid quick--he had a feeling he wasn't going to get anywhere safe without it.
The tornado continued, the fire blazed, and every second grew weightier and weightier.
The man that had summoned Othello from his sleep hadn’t stopped with him. He had spread the word with speed and vigor, and many Coheedsmen were arriving upon the scene, some ready for battle, but most holding pails, prepared to help save the craft. Imagine their surprise at the scene unfolding before them: a gifted in their midst. They hadn’t known of Othello’s nature, but they knew it now.
The growing tornado indiscriminately began to affect not only the gifted’s offenders, but those who had stalled at the edge of the scene. Cries of alarm began to rise among them, not only of the fire but now of the wounds. If Nevermerean guards had be reluctant to intervene before, they were rushing forward now.
The ship was not impervious to its master’s mercilessness. The fire was doing damage, to be sure, but the metal that began to rip through it did worse.
Grant, still in the dark and unmoving, wasn’t directly targeted by the metal. He was just a product of the chaos. One moment he was crouched in the shadows, drinking his potion, and the next an anvil tore through the hull of the boat, rocking the ship back and causing the guard to fall backwards into the newly created hole, plummeting into the water that was quickly filling the craft.
Regan, also unmoving on the deck but still a known entity, would find herself assaulted by metal, and it wouldn’t be pretty. Nails drove into her body in various places. A sword slashed her side. A dagger buried itself into her calf. One of the buckets, controlled by the metal of its handle, crashed into her head hard enough to knock her to her back, concussed and confused. More metal was coming, enough to kill her, but…
Othello was losing control of his facilities. He was doing his best to focus on his task, but the body was also attempting to preserve itself, and without air to breathe and with his eyes now closed, not to mention the magical exertion it took to control that much metal pulled from such great distances, he was losing control. The metal in the air began to dip, some fell, and soon, when Othello’s lights went out, all of it would fall.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 5, 2022 13:10:21 GMT -5
It was working. The tornado was starting to slow.
Regan’s eyes remained fixed on the collar, enough that she didn’t effectively dodge the nails that inserted themselves into her body like it was a pincushion. The slashing sword caused her to bring her hand to her side, clutching it before the bucket thudded on her head. The fire surged outward from her - its focal point - as Regan fell back. She blinked for a moment, reaching clumsily for the healing potion in her bag and downing it.
After she'd had a moment to breathe and the metal stopped flying overhead, Regan pushed up and focused on the area she'd last seen the collar. In the speed of her half-shifted form, she'd launch for the spot. The flames from the ship would continue to spread with her. As she ran, she'd bathe the area in fire from her maw like a flameflower, carefully avoiding Othello's form and any other (Coheedsman or Nevermerean) she might see. She was creating a barrier of hellfire to buy her enough to reclaim the collar and her mission: preferably before Othello suffocated to death.