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!
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Mar 27, 2023 13:09:22 GMT -5
Hiram smirked, unaware or uncaring if Elena was feeling insecure. It wasn't his job to coddle Eldouirs. It was his job to create them, and raise them to be strong.
"Not quite." He said absently, eyes still set on the plates that had become blood, impressed with his own handiwork. "I need your blood." He turned his attention to her and his smile grew. Now he noticed the...whatever it was on her face. Not joy. Not glee. Did it not please her to see that Hiram had grown, developed, and would be a greater force to recon with? Was she not proud to stand at his side?
Post by Elena Eldouir on Apr 3, 2023 18:44:33 GMT -5
Her blood. A living well of a magical substance he could use to better himself. She might have suggested he just kill her and drain her of blood but that would be a limited supply. Alive, he could have all he wanted.
She didn't expect him to understand her feelings. If she even admitted to them he would likely see her as weak or disloyal or any other adjectives of that sort. Why ought he to see that his own self serving desires for power were mirrored in the Eldouirs around him. They were bred for power and discipline and loyalty, but weren't they all selfish in their own ways. Whether taught by words or shown through example, they all wanted to be special.
"Of course," she said, forcing herself to return the smile. "And I'll always be at your beck and call to serve you, Hiram," she said. That, at least, was true. She was loyal to him even if it hurt her own ego to do so sometimes.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Apr 6, 2023 12:50:13 GMT -5
So many Eldouirs got Hiram wrong. He wanted to be worshipped by peons, not by them. He wanted their loyalty for the sake of the family, not simply to say he had it. But of course, he didn't communicate that, and what other presentation did he give?
Even if her smile was forced, he didn't notice. He was more likely to notice the weapons concealed on a person than the hidden emotions subtly expressed by someone he cared for. Strong suits.
"Good." He purred. He'd be putting that to the test soon.