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 Elodie Atwood on Feb 3, 2023 18:42:47 GMT -5
Elodie’s face flushed with embarrassment. She was speechless, glaring at Aldrich Abbott with spluttering anger. Never, ever in her life had she been in such a position. She found herself rather unequipped to deal with such rudeness, now that the heated moment had passed. Eldoie was simply mortified.
“I—” Eldoie started, unable to say anything, though she’d tried. Her cousin had returned to her side, fearful, pulling gently at her arm to indicate they should go. Elodie’s searching eyes fell on Zevran, an apology swimming on the surface.
Zevran's lip had curled in distaste as the man continued to make light of the situation, even after getting slapped. Didn't he understand the grievous mistake he had just made? Did he not care that he'd suddenly ruined the fun everyone had been having?
It was made quite apparent that everyone else knew of the error the man had made, and Zevran folded his arms with a smirk as the calls for him to pay for drinks rang out through the tavern. Though his attention was more focused on Elodie Atwood than anything else now, his interest in her far more piqued than before.
There was a gleam of amusement and appreciation in his eyes as she turned to him. He could see the apology written all over her face before she even spoke, and he shook his head at her. "Don't ever apology for defending yourself. He deserved it."
He jerked his head towards the dance floor, though didn't move towards her, not after what had just happened to her. "My offer to dance is still on the table. You shouldn't let jerks like that ruin your night."
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Feb 5, 2023 21:45:01 GMT -5
Kasper got so much satisfaction from the slap that he drank heavily from his small cask of wine, joining in on the bars cheers of approval that the fellow should buy drinks. He hooped and hollered through the crowd to find his sister and...girlfriend...partner.
"men are idiots, am I right?" kiss ass, but a fact nonetheless, "I'm bailing," he looked from Kat to Faylin, "um, do you want to come over? Or I can walk you home?" he nervously was rubbing the back of his neck, "of course you can hang here with this one, she's fun," he was of course talking to Kat a smirk plastered on his face, "place is going to be a bust in about an hour, patrol will pass through and I think that guy will probably get slapped again....punishments and such," he recalled the last tavern adventure, "I'm super chill with whatever you want to do...not that I wouldn't ever...I'm drunk."
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Feb 6, 2023 12:56:41 GMT -5
Aldrich didn't hear any of the remarks because the music had picked up again and the volume was louder than the voices of the brats that were calling him the handsy one. If only they realized how lucky they were. The officer couldn't find a reason to stay anymore, and without further ado, he just turned around and left the tavern
At some point Faylin had retreated into herself, merely sipping at the drink in her hand, her eyes jumping for each entertaining event as it occurred, never bothering to speak up or step in. Merely observing. Even as Kat launched herself up on a chair, she didn't move from her spot at the bar. This had been a mistake, and she should have stayed home.
Kasper's offer to leave was the best thing to happen that night, and she downed the rest of the drink before tossing some coins on the bar. "How about I make sure you make it home safely, and we'll see how I'm feeling after that?" she asked Kasper as she brushed by him, reaching out a hand in offering.
Either way, Faylin was so not coming out to taverns again anytime soon.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Feb 9, 2023 8:34:39 GMT -5
Kasper gave Katerina the deuces, a wave goodbye from under chin, and the finger all in rapid succession before taking Faylins hand.
"be careful, I won't be waiting up, love you mean it. Be good you rapscallions bunch of nutters, duty for everyone tomorrow," he couldn't make that call officially he was drunk, "not that I can make such a fair call, it isn't within my rank..so...take from that what you will," and Faylin pulled him more quickly through the tavern to the door, "...fare thee well you beautiful bunch...not everyone tho-," someone shoved Kasper through the door and slammed it. The party carried on.
Post by Elodie Atwood on Feb 9, 2023 19:44:03 GMT -5
Elodie stared at Zevran, transfixed by the handsome Dresmondi’s smile. She opened her mouth to say something before her cousin tugged at her arm again. He was whispering something urgent, something detailing his and Elodie’s mutual demise should her mother catch a whiff of what had just occurred. Something about her never being let out of the house again. All the while, Elodie just stared at Zevran, long lashes curling over her dark eyes.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to save me a dance for next time,” Elodie curtsied, which solicited an eye roll from her cousin, “Until then…” She smiled prettily before she was led away by a very angry, spluttering cousin.
Those around the bar picked up on the rallying cry, but Abbott either did not notice or did not care. Annoyed either way, Ber watched as he exited the tavern as quickly as he’d arrived, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bar. Well, there went that idea. At least Zevran was still talking with— He looked over just in time to watch the noblewoman being ushered out the door by a chaperone of some kind. He groaned. Van Zant had left, too, slurring a half-warning, and he had seemed like one of the few officers who actually knew how to have fun. With a sigh, Ber turned to @elletta and said, “Guess that means we’re paying.”
If Zevran returned, he would clap his friend on the shoulder and welcome him back with a commiserating, “A valiant effort. Seemed promising until Abbott interrupted. Still want those drinks?”
He watched Elodie Atwood as she was dragged out of the tavern, one eyebrow quirked. Hopefully they would run into each other again, and he would in fact save that dance for her just in case.
Shrugging off the loss, he made his way back to Ber and Elletta, slinging an arm around both of their shoulders. "I would drink until the morning light with you, my friend," was his answer before he turned to face @elletta, "Perhaps Elletta here will be more susceptible to my charms than the noble lady was."
"I'm always down for a drink!" Elletta grinned at @berengar, watching as the tavern emptied slightly. She'd been certainly hoping to not pay for the next rounf of drinks but it wasn't that she was short on the cash thanks to the bonus they'd been paid. She just didn't want to spend al her drinking money at once, the bit that she'd set aside. But, it was a good night and she didn't normally go this hard, though she hadn't had much of a reason to either.
And there was an arm around her shoulder and Zevran was back again. She snorted, amused and good-natured as she looked up at the man. "And wha' be your charms, sir?" It was a teasing challenge as she cocked an eyebrow at him, still grinning.
He was still grinning at @elletta as he said, "Why, my devilishly good looks, of course." He wiggled his eyebrows at her before he looked to @berengar, one arm still around both of their shoulders. He gave his friend a once over, something he'd done countless times but had still gone unnoticed by the soldier.
"Perhaps my charms will finally work on Ber tonight," another eyebrow wiggle, another wolfish grin. The alcohol thrumming in his veins dulling any memory of how taboo something of that sort was in Nevermere.
Post by Fabian Winters on Feb 19, 2023 14:09:06 GMT -5
Sitting in the corner the whole time seeing people leave and just being by himself, make him realise how lonely he really is. So standing up and take a soft sigh he left the pub. Not really knowing what to do. He wasn't ready to go home. He might not even go home. Kat was better of without him.
Zevran returned, slinging one arm around Ber and one around @elletta as he announced his willingness to drink with him into the early hours of the dawn. “And I, you.” The soldier grinned as the Dresmondi turned to the witch, who questioned his charms. In good humor, Ber let out an amused huff at his friend’s answer, before nodding his agreement - as any supportive friend would do - when Zevran turned to him.
Then the other man spoke of charming Ber, and that got another laugh. “Tonight? Man, they’ve worked every night,” Ber pointed out, faux complaining. He leaned around Zevran and explained to Haider, “Every time we’ve gone out, I’ve bought him his drinks.” He looked back at his friend and said, “I think it’s safe to say your charms have already been working on me.”
She snickered at the eyebrows and then she watched him turn to @berengar and oh. Oh no. This poor boy. She bit her lip as she tried not to giggle into her mug. Which was still empty, unfortunately. Because she was going to need more to drink for this to hide the fact that she was going to be very, very amused at Ber's expense if Zevran kept this up.
"Weeeeelll maybe I cans be persuaded to get the next round, give poor Stormy's coin a break."