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!
When she hit the ground, the echos of those clicks and the disfigured voice bouncing in her head was all she could think on as she stared at the grass under her hands. Deimos surged forward, his massive head pressing to her back and she knew he was muttering soft words of encouragement and for her to get up… but she couldn’t focus. ‘I can give him life.’ tears were making her eyes sting, her heart twisted in such a vice grip… all she had wanted was for her and Ravin to have a child.
It was stolen from her a long time ago, Lord Carter wasn’t pleased with the girls she kept carrying… so she never carried full term. And now that he was gone and Ravin was back? She had been so focused on just getting him back to his life… back to him… that she wasn’t even pressing for a child. ‘Heal him, or I’ll kill you both.’ Would the summoning even be able to reverse what he did to Ravin now? How he literately sucked the life from the one man she craved and cherished more than anything else?
“Norah.”
Deimos’ deep voice boomed through her head. Tear streaked cheeks rose to look up into the amber eyes of her own summoning. She had one attached to her… but she just fed him herself. It was different. Norah had magic running through her veins… she could sustain this. Her eyes moved to Ravin on the ground. So thin, so… lifeless though his chest rose and fell with breaths. She had done this to him.
But what if… she scrambled to her feet, one last attempt… one last anything as she rushed forward and turned to Ber, “give me your sword.” If he didn’t give it to her fast enough, she’d grab for the blade and slice her palm before falling to her knees beside Ravin and pressing her hand to his mouth. “Drink… please, Ravin,” she urged him, dark eyes wide and wild. Especially as she heard the murmurings she had missed before… Temperance asking about if she meant what she had said about giving him life…
“Please try Ravin.” She blinked and tears fell harder, her voice begging as she pressed her bloodied hand to his lips.. A ton not many have ever heard from the witch.
Post by Ravin Tracey on Apr 13, 2023 12:07:45 GMT -5
Ravin drank. He drank greedily and without hesitation, the horror of what he was doing only settling in when he felt warmth returning to his bones. But even so he didn’t stop, only pulling himself away to breathe, eyes meeting Norah’s. The change was distinct and visible. Norah’s blood was a smear on his mouth and his features were awash with relief.
Hesitantly, guiltily, he reached for her hand and drank more. It was the summoning, after all, that was being fed. The portal that lived in him that took sacrifice to sustain.
Last Edit: Apr 13, 2023 12:07:52 GMT -5 by Ravin Tracey
He did not relinquish his blade when Norah requested it, stepping back and letting her slice her own palm open on the weapon. He watched as she plastered the bleeding hand to Ravin’s mouth, and the sickly man drank eagerly like the monstrous creature he sheltered within him. After a few moments, the life returned to his face. All it took was her blood.
As he watched the scene play out, any sympathy Berengar Stormcrest had for the plight of the pathetic man crumpled on the ground and the useless witch who claimed to love him evaporated, and a fierce protective anger rushed in to fill the void.
“That’s it?” He stated more than asked, voice cold as ice as he looked between Norah and Ravin. “He needed your blood to be okay, and you knew that.” His words were directed more for the witch than the heap on the ground at her feet. “You let him get this bad.” But his anger wasn’t just for her. He turned now to Ravin. “And you let this happen.” A brief pause as he took a breath, reining in the furious impulse to run both of them through with his sword and leave the city a safer place for it.
Knuckles white around the grip on his sword, he stalked up to the witch and stared down at her. Like the entitled noble she was, she had had the audacity to ignore both him and Temperance before, but she would be forced to acknowledge him this time. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words, but when he did, they came with mounting anger. “You know he has a monster in him that could devastate the entire city, and you do nothing to prevent that from happening until it’s already escaped. Until it’s destroyed someone else’s home and almost killed all of us.” Utterly disgusted, he directed his glare downward, at the man who wasn’t so sickly anymore but still equally negligent. “You almost killed all of us.”
A pause. Then: “I don’t know who you both think you are,” He said, utterly livid and dangerously quiet. “But get the fuck away from here. You are as dangerous as he is. And he is better off dead.”
Temperance was, admittedly, startled by all of it. She stood and watched, vial of sleeping potion remaining in her hand, squeezed tightly. She watched Norah shove her bloodied hand against Ravin's mouth, watched him drink with the kind of liveliness of a healthy man. But he wasn't healthy, and if Norah felt any relief at all for this supposed advancement, she was a fool.
Ber's anger startled her, too, though she understood it completely. She stood near him, allowing him his time to vent that anger. It was the least Norah could give him, could give either of them. They had stood by like bystanders, trying desperately to help and unsure how to do so, all because she and Ravin had been...what? Too delusional to admit they had a problem? Completely lacking in any sort of self-awareness? Or just too nonchalant about a problem that should have been addresses seasons ago?
It didn't matter, though. Ber was right about one thing: Norah and Ravin had almost gotten them all killed. Had destroyed Temperance's livelihood - her greenhouse, something she had spent years of her life working on. And for what? Just to temporarily cage a beast and feed it long enough to play house?
When Ber was done, Temperance stepped up beside him, placing her hand on his arm to calm him. Though she looked toward Norah and Ravin with anger in her eyes, the tone she spoke with was more one of warning than anything. "Berengar is right. You've both done more than enough damage. You need to leave. Immediately."
Fingers gripping Ber's arm, she pulled him toward the cottage. "Come in, cool down before you return to work. I need to check on Thomas and Artos." Without another word or glance toward Norah or Ravin, Temperance would enter the structure on her property that remained standing, ushering Ber in with her.
Norah didn’t believe it’d work until she saw the life come back to Ravin. Watching how he latched like a newborn babe, and she felt herself sag until Ber’s voice broke through. She stared up at him and his anger washed over her in a way she was usually able to handle. Norah Prowze (now Carter) was a creature of great pride and tutoring. She usually handled things with a smirk and a wave of her hand. Ease in the face of tension… but she was rattled.
How could she have been so blind?
Her lip trembled a bit, before she pressed hers together to get them to stop as Ravin drank. She wouldn’t stop him until he stopped or she felt lightheaded. Then the woman stepped in. She didn’t fault either of them for their words and anger. “We will leave,” her voice was hoarse with emotion. It was all she could think to say as her eyes swept over the surrounding area, as she felt the bruising starting around her ribs from Malsumis’ grip. The broken green house. The two faces were where she landed again. “I-I am sorry.” That was a rare phrase to leave her lips but it did, and she’d collect Ravin in whatever state he was in and bring him back to her home.
It wouldn’t be the last she saw of the others. She already knew she’d be seeking them out to explain. To do… something.
Post by Ravin Tracey on Apr 24, 2023 19:50:00 GMT -5
Ravin wouldn’t stop until she made him. He’d been reduced to nothing more than a withered child; a shadow of the dashing, roguish criminal he’d once been. The one Norah had fallen for all those years ago.
He knew that man was gone. And perhaps Norah was now starting to realize it herself.