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!
The return of the smile, not in response to something other but strictly to him, was one he appreciated. His eyes settled momentarily on it, noting the way the upward curve of her lips pushed up her cheeks and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. That smile. A simple, genuine, reactionary smile, made her look her age. Young and vibrant. The serious manner in which she carried herself did make her seem older, and maybe, he thought, his own mannerisms did the same to him.
"With all due respect, Ms. Lassiter, you certainly are," the words were playful, a hint of the laughter still pushing through. His arms returned to resting on the table, and without intent, his index finger tapped the wooden surface as if he were making a point of each word as he spoke. "You didn't need my advice. You know what to do, you just needed someone to listen to you sort it out and I happen to be a slightly more lively listener than the walls."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 19, 2023 13:06:31 GMT -5
Regan chuckled still as she ran her fingers through her cropped hair. Yeah, she was at that. Word of her attack on the king still lingered, though in hushed whispers now. Obviously whatever it was had only increased her usefulness. But by and large, Regan remained a figure of mystery—if not suspicion. She grinned at Warren again, big dark eyes going a little soft with relief.
“You did alright,” Regan said, tone less prickly than usual, “Besides, at times I’ve found the walls to be incredibly helpful.”
"Alright?" He smirked. "So glad I could be of help. I thrive to be useful, if nothing else." He wasn't sure what more he could tell her, or in what other way he could advise her. Her issue with Othello was a complicated one, but that she was here worrying about it was all the proof he needed to know she was the right one for the job.
"Don't doubt yourself, Ms. Lassiter. You're doing a fine job. I believe you'll have him ready when you need him to be. If you weren't capable, you wouldn't have been entrusted with the task."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 20, 2023 12:43:31 GMT -5
Regan smiled, turning a little pink again as she looked at Warren with big, needy eyes. Yes, perhaps she played the surly soldier, but beneath it, all was an orphan girl. One reaching upwards to be held, desperate for reassurance. It was that girl that was visible now, though, after a moment, she retreated again.
“I guess not.” Though Regan almost pointed out that she’d been entrusted with Othello’s arrest too. And that had been a disaster. A silence settled over the table before Regan cleared her throat, “I’ll, uh, leave you to your dinner. Sorry to interrupt and, uh...thanks."
Warren took a deep breath of his own, looking to the tray still full of food and shook his head. "No interruption. I was done, and glad for the distraction." He pulled his hands back into his lap, a shrug, and looked back up at her. He wasn't entirely ready for her to leave, which was selfish. It was hardly her duty to occupy his mind so that he wouldn't have to think of his own problems.
"You're always welcome to my time, Ms. Lassiter. It's been my pleasure." He stood up and collected his napkin, tray, and empty cup. "Enjoy the rest of your night."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 25, 2023 19:11:09 GMT -5
“A pleasure. Yeah.” Regan smiled, pausing for a moment as if there was something else she was going to say. She just stared, before shaking her head a little and going on her way. Warren Woodwick. A pleasure, and an entirely unexpected one. Regan didn’t really know how to feel after their conversation, but she did feel better. Lighter, somehow. As if Woodwick had taken some of the burden off her shoulders. Though Othello was her constant companion, she hadn’t realized how alone she felt until she’d sat down on that bench.
And she wasn’t quite sure what to do with that either.