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!
It was a quick trip back home, sailing the water back to Coheed. It was all a familiar trip, the company was familiar even with the new Cambrian at his side. Upon arrival, he grabbed a messenger and told him to prepare to leave the next morning for Cambria with a package. A specially crafted flash bang would be given to him to deliver to Isolde before the end of 3 weeks.
While everything about Coheed was home, there was a new weight on his shoulders as he heard the echos around him starting to spread. “Rian is chieftain,” which only fueled him to walk faster towards his home.
He wouldn’t knock. He wouldn’t hesitate to walk into his home and call out with a smirk on his face and what could be heard as affection on his tone, “I’m home my little viper.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 1, 2022 17:17:34 GMT -5
Magda was writing a report for Kennet, one that detailed the progress of the fortification of buildings and training of women and children. Magda was, of course, putting a rosy spin on things, but that was to be expected. It was best to keep Kennet happy. Or at least, keep her unawares.
But when she heard Rian’s voice, her quill froze on the page.
With a grin, she dropped the feather back into the inkwell and sprang out of her chair. She intentionally slowed her steps as she made her way into the hall to seek Rian out. When she found him, Magda would break into a sparkling grin, rushing the couple steps forward to catch his face between her hands. Magda would kiss him, deeply and thoroughly, before parting with a mischievous smile.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes...”
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2022 17:17:48 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Oct 2, 2022 21:28:36 GMT -5
The moment he heard her steps he stopped moving. That boyish grin on his face as he waited for her to appear. While he couldn’t say he loved her, his body sure did a weird whirl when she rounded the corner and smiled at him. A fluttering in his chest that he quickly ignored as she quickly came to him and kissed him.
His arms circling her and drawing her close, kissing her with just as much fire as she did him. Though he chuckled as they drew away, letting his eyes remain closed for a few more moments as she spoke. “Mmm,” he grabbed at her as he turned his face into hers. His nose brushing against her temple. “Bet I can make me an even better sight with the news I have to share with you.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 3, 2022 19:20:23 GMT -5
Magda’s eyes sharpened like sparking flint. She didn’t bother to mask the dangerous edge to her grin anymore. Rian, at this point, knew what kind of woman he shared a home with. A woman that had fangs. She hooked his fingers into his belt and kept him close.
“And what news might that be?” Magda, obviously coming with her own agenda, was starting to slowly work at Rian’s clothes.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Oct 3, 2022 20:49:25 GMT -5
He leaned further back to watch those delicate fingers start to work at his fastenings. Shaking his head and he swore he could see the devilish horns poking out of her dark hair. “Pack your bags, my wife,” he curled a finger under her chin and brought her closer to him. “For your husband is now Chieftain, and we have a new place to call him.” He pause, letting it sink in.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 5, 2022 10:20:39 GMT -5
As Rian spoke, the corners of Magda’s mouth started to curl like paper held too close to a fire. Chieftain. Her brow pinched in confusion even as her smile endured, her interest in getting Rian undressed growing far keener.
“How?” It was one, darkly gleeful, breathy word uttered from a snake’s tongue that might as well be forked.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Oct 15, 2022 14:07:54 GMT -5
Hands rose to dive further into her hair and draw her closer. Letting his eyes linger on that wicked smile. “He felt he was not fit. And the Chieftess and I struck a deal.” He dragged her closer, the warmth of her welcoming him. “So don’t be surprised if you see more Cambrians around than usual.” His words muttered more than spoken before he sealed his lips against hers.
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2022 19:03:00 GMT -5 by Rian Cyrilson
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 16, 2022 18:59:56 GMT -5
Magda’s smile couldn’t be contained. Even as she kissed Rian her lips curled at the edges. Her fingers worked fervently at every buckle and fastening she could find. Chieftain. Governor. A victory for them both.
“Come,” She whispered, tugging him toward their room. Magda had questions, sure, but all of them seemed immaterial when measured against her current need. Her husband, her chieftain, had come home.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Oct 16, 2022 19:12:37 GMT -5
For as concerned as they had been, Wren… Isolde… Rian was not. Not anymore. Not as she curled against his chest and worked at the fastening of his clothing. It had nothing to do with the bedroom activities. That had just been a recently, very good addition to their dynamic. But what he saw that others fears? Magda was made to rule.
Her command was met with a crooked grin and him lifting her off the ground. Sweeping a hand under her knees and behind her back. “I plan to,” and with a boot to the door, he kicked open their door. “I hope you are ready,” he placed her on the end of the bed. “Ruling a kingdom is tiresome. Or so I’ve heard.”
[ FADE ]
Curling her close, he brushed some hair from her face. “Nevermere is sending more and more to Cambria and Coheed.” He said lightly to her. “Do you know why?” It was a genuine question. He had noticed them more. New trainers. New soldiers.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Oct 17, 2022 14:17:28 GMT -5
Magda hummed with contentment as Rian pulled her close. She’d missed him. Like a drunkard misses the taste of wine she missed him. Magda wasn’t entirely sure what to do with that yet. Perhaps she was simply indulging in the fantasy of what it meant to be a wife. But perhaps it was something more. Much, much more. She breathed deeply, drawing meditative circles on his chest with a finger.
“I think the first is as advertised: the Eldouirs attacked and they’ve come to shore up Coheed’s defenses. They promised protection from the gifteds, and if they don’t deliver on that promise…” Magda shrugged, “What relevance do they have?” Her fingers started to trace his scars with affection. As shameful as he might find them, they were a part of him, so Magda adored them accordingly.
“As for Cambria, I think the priestess concerns them—as she should. A zealot is a dangerous thing. They are absolute and irrational. You know Isolde better than I do, but I assume she’s at least one of the two.” Magda pushed herself up on one arm, looking down at Rian.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Jan 10, 2023 19:48:51 GMT -5
They had little relevance now, he believed that. The gifteds haven’t stopped… at least the Eldouir’s. Clearly they had grown board in Dresmond if they had shown up here in Coheed now. Which made him tense up a bit at the thought, his people now having to go through this again. After all this time.
He did flinch when she traced one of his scars, the muscles under it tightening and eyes snapping to her. He didn’t recoil from her, but it was a natural reflex to the area. As if his body was trying to protect him from anything ripping through him again. How he had been rendered weaker than ever with a ring of metal around his neck. After a few strokes, he’d relax if she didn’t stop. His fingers taking up brushing along her arm.
Absolutely and irrational. A small huff left him. “Aren’t all women zealous over something?” He poked at her side in a teasing manner before she was hovering to look over him. His gaze dropped to roam the exposed parts of her that the blanket didn’t hide, but those blue eyes jumped back up to her dark gaze as she spoke. “The only woman’s advice I want to hear now.” He said with a raised brow, encouraging her to continue.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jan 13, 2023 10:50:12 GMT -5
She didn’t stop. Magda soothed Rian’s scars as if they were creatures to be tamed. She waited until she felt the tension relax from his body before turning her mind back to matters at hand. The darkness never left Rian, but she was learning how to help him manage it at least.
Magda giggled with delight when Rian poked her, but by the time she hovered above him, her expression was the vaguely amused, black-eyed expression that always spelled danger.
“They want to arm Coheed to the teeth. Let them. Say what you’d like about Nevermere, but they know how to build an army. Have their soldiers train our women and children. Let them put a sword in the hand of the ones who will strike them down.”
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Jan 18, 2023 20:23:58 GMT -5
“That’s why Wren is here too.” He said it softly. “Our women have a long way to go. And our men could use someone to remind them that they are not as tough as they think they are. And she’s the right one to do it.” His eyes had fixed on the ceiling as he pictured the lioness. The one who had pulled him from the dark. He never shared that part with Magda, didn’t think he had to. He didn’t need to be reminded of what he looked like when they had pulled him from that cell. He was half the size he was now. Smaller even it felt.
“I want Nevermere to go to Dresmond. Send their strongest there.” His voice dropped lower. “Then we strike.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jan 20, 2023 15:54:26 GMT -5
Magda made a ‘hmm’ sound, nodding and smiling as she ran her fingers along Rian’s jaw. She was quiet for a moment before she kissed him and slipped back into the crook of his arm.
“So tell me about this Wren.” The tone of her voice was neutral enough, but it took a little effort to make it so.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Jan 21, 2023 6:10:11 GMT -5
The kiss was too quick, but he only let out a small gruff ‘hmm’ as she settled into him. His arm tightening around her as if he could fuse her to his side as they relaxed in their bed. In the afterglow that he still felt the effect from.
His eyes were getting ready to slide shut when she asked about Wren. It only made him silent, but otherwise no physical reaction. “A Cambrian. She hates Coheed, the usual standard for them. Doesn’t seem to have an ounce of respect for anyone outside of Isolde. But she’s a fierce warrior. Someone that our our women warriors could look up to in some areas. Hopefully not all… and she can handle herself amongst the men of Coheed. So I don’t need to worry about her.”