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 Hiram Eldouir on Oct 28, 2022 12:54:31 GMT -5
[ One shot to cover what Hiram has been/will be up to during my hiatus! ]
Time was ticking away. Seasons had passed since Hiram Eldouir had made him promise to Coheed, the promise that they would be back, yet he seemed inactive. That was far from the truth.
The fact of the matter was, Hiram was preparing. He knew how to rush in willy-nilly and get things done, but that wasn't always the best way to go about it. Sometimes, some things required finesse. They required an army he could count on. So that's what he was spending his time doing.
Day after day, Hiram hit the training courtyard. The Dresmondi were beaten and groomed, as were the Eldouir. The redheads had grown fat and lazy in the last five years, and Hiram intended to work it out of them.