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!
Evening found Embric nursing a drink in Ermir’s tavern, listening to the ebb and flow of conversation around him. Tribute may have come and gone, but that hardly meant its effects weren’t still casting ripples through the city. For one, a whole subset of Dresmondi, himself included, were caring for slowly healing brands. For another, the redheaded monsters seemed to have taken a fresh interest in their captives, presumably as a result of the stunt Ermir had pulled at Tribute. As with anything related to the Eldouir, the new activity did not bode well for the future, so he could only wait and hope that it did not last long.
Raised voices directly beside him caught his attention. He turned just in time to see the man to his right, who was at least a few drinks in, surge to his feet and take a swing at a lanky woman with long, dark hair. Embric set his own drink down. He should leave, now; an alcohol-fueled brawl in Ermir’s tavern was not an activity he wished to partake in tonight. Whether the man’s blow landed, Embric never found out, for a moment later, just as he was rising to his feet, the full weight of the drunkard crashed into him, sending him stumbling to the ground.
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Dec 8, 2022 15:47:45 GMT -5
Eirwen in her spare time was helping Ermir around the Last Call, she was one of those who wore her brandings (still healing) for Dresmondi to see. Proudly. Hers were just above her hips this time so she wore a little too and low waist trouser bottoms long cut short on both legs. She hadn't yet come to terms with her figure so what she wore hadn't struck her as eye catching she in fact hated her lanky body but had been working on it for a while gaining some weight and muscle. Supposedly some drunk however had.
It all started when she cut the creep off and he decided to tell her to relax and pawing at her. Eirwen asked once but a hand full of her backside was grabbed and that was it....she shoved him away and he came back with a wild untrained falcon punch.
She dodged the drunken punch as she was sober and trained, grabbing his and wretch it into an arm bar, she pressed her forearm opposite of his arm until the elbow buckled. She then spun out kicking the man just below his throat knocking him back into another man...
Eirwen wasn't finished pulling a hidden dagger from her leg and she pinned mister handsy to the ground pressing the knife deep enough that blood trickled down her eyes found the other man, "you just can't keep your hands to yourself tonight mister...handful of my ass...knocking this nerf down...what do you think? Kill him? Leave it be?"
Landing on hands and knees, he turned to see the woman pinning the man to the floor with a knife that had already cut into his skin. The Embric of another time might have been horrified by the display of violence; however, the Embric of this time barely batted an eyelid, and he felt particularly disgusted at the circumstances of the fight in light of what had happened to Xan and to Ermir.
Blue eyes strayed from the dagger to the drunkard. If only it were so easy to take down Hiram and Adeline. What he would give to bury a knife in both of their throats.
He looked back at the woman. “I don’t think Ermir would appreciate the mess,” Embric said, truthfully, as he climbed to his feet. Though he recognized the folly of misplaced anger, he found that he didn’t quite care enough to do more to try to prevent the drunk man’s death. What loss was there in one less person who touched another without their consent?
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Jan 1, 2023 20:26:27 GMT -5
"he would totally be hella pissed, good call down at the Last Call," Eirwen giggled and withdrew the blade, "you're lucky mister! get out and don't let me catch you back in the Last Call because next time I'll fuck you with this 'kay!"
With one last kick to the man while he was down turning to shout, "LAST CALL AT THE LAST CALL! Square up your debts before you leave," the shouting caused Yule to jump in mild panic flapping his wings against the slowly leaving crowd, "hey nerf herder," she pointed at the man who had been knocked down, "stay for a drink or meal on my time, for all the trouble," she looked down at Yule, "I'm Eirwen, I'm personal guard to the family," a lie of course Eirwen was just a shit talking soldier, "and I part time for Ermir, you his friend? He's probably my third even fourth best friend! He's been real sweet to me and my Yule..." Eirwen was cleaning up around them as the room began to drain of the peasants, "let all of those chodes leave and I'll show you our selection of good meats," she winked not sure that was entirely true either last thing she had brought Ermir was "cow meat".
In some back corner of his mind, a part of Embric mourned the fact that what had saved the drunk man’s life was not some realization of his inherent value as a human being but that she did not want to inconvenience Ermir by making a mess of his floor. In reality, it mattered less why it at worked so long as it had.
Last call at the Last Call. It sounded like the kind of joke Ermir would make. Moving out of the way of the drunkard, who had started scrambling for the door, Embric let out a somewhat amused exhale and began to collect himself, preparing to join the people vacating the tavern. When the woman addressed him and issued her invitation, he paused before nodding his agreement. “Some food, then.” There never seemed to be enough of it to go around Elderkeep, but ever since Tribute, the tavern had done very well. “Nice to meet you, Eirwen,” He said, shaking her hand if it was offered even as he noted her apparent stance on the Eldouir. Well, his true thoughts on their redheaded captors were secret for a reason. “I’m Embric and this is Aine.” With a glance toward the gyrfalcon who had landed beside him on the bar, he ran his fingers lightly down black and white feathers.
“Ermir’s a nice man,” Embric agreed, sidestepping her own question about how well he knew the other man with practiced ease. “If he’s your third or fourth best friend, who are the first two or three?” Blue eyes watched as she moved around, before he turned and began consolidating some cups that had been left behind along the bar. Even after all these years in Elderkeep, it felt weird to watch someone performing a chore and not make a move to assist them. “What’s on the menu?”
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Jan 4, 2023 13:46:50 GMT -5
Eirwen wasn't rude she shook hands with Embric and tipped a finger towards his dyr, a smile came over her face when the man started to help clean up a rare trait. To answer his question she didn't even need to think, "my number one since day one is Queen @myla, we went on a covert mission to the border, just her and me," another little change in the truth but how overzealous she sold it was meant to be very believed, "we took out this whole pack of Lorendale soldiers! Collected a few of them, those ones I gave up at Tribute, and we just totally connected!" she clutched her hands to her chest and gave a little spin, a girl in love or lusting vibe settling heavily over her, "and my number two is that chicken," she was less enthusiastic but the hint of care was there, she watched him peck at the floor unaware of a lot most of the time.
Still she returned to the topic of Ermir, "and he's great! I think I love him and he's the only Dresmondi I know that cares about me...he never seems to give up on me even since I got this," she pointed at her nasty scar across her face, "and wanted to give up because Queen Adeline humiliated me," there was a edge of bitterness in her voice a crack perhaps to her full admiration of the Royal family, or maybe just one particular member, Eirwen thought Adeline acted like a middle child a pure brat...whatever...
"...but now we can be friends...Embric, you will be humbly number six."
She likes the queen, Embric thought faintly. Of course she does. At least it wasn’t Adeline, but was Myla really that much better? Both were dangerous. Both were safer to avoid than speak to, but that held true for the vast majority of Elderkeep. As Eirwen counted through her list of best friends, Embric listened attentively, smiling and nodding appropriately even as he filed information away in the back of his mind. Now that she brought it up, he remembered the sea of pitiful captives that had been herded away to an unenviable fate, but he hadn’t realized that they had been her tribute. He tried not to think about the Eldouir’s tendency toward torture as he watched Eirwen twirl around like a girl in love.
When she had finished her list, Embric ducked his head in a quick nod and agreed, “Then I will humbly be number… six.” He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he considered her for a moment. Then he said, “It sounds like you know Queen Myla very well and she must trust you a lot if just the two of you went on a covert mission together. I’ve never heard of another Dresmondi doing that before - and with a queen, too.” Embric shook his head in impressed disbelief. “I know Queen Myla is strong, and you must be as well, but I can’t imagine how the two of you took out a whole pack of soldiers all by yourself. There were so many of them at Tribute, and you’re saying there were more?”