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 Eirwen & Yule on Jan 25, 2023 20:17:34 GMT -5
(This thread is for @citra )
Winter cold was setting in at nights, fires dotted the broken wagon city most nights. Other than the crackling of those fires it was silent (minus a few random screams). Eirwen was awake, a nightmare, she was sweating when she came stumbling out of her hubble. She hadn't had this particular dream in sometime it was like a fever so she had stepped out for the cold night air, plus with Yule she didn't mind colder weather. Collapsing to her knees she just panted and let silent wet tears fall...Yule had stirred a little still inside the wagon but Eirwen swore she was fine...
Last Edit: Jan 25, 2023 20:18:38 GMT -5 by Eirwen & Yule
On nights like these, the heat and light of the fire brought in as much danger as it did comfort, but the increasingly frigid air made it harder and harder for Citra to resist its lure. She tempered her unease by traveling around the city, which brought with it its own set of risks, to different fires lest she become too predictable in her habits. Without a dyr to watch her back, she could never be too careful - and the abundance of caution had kept her alive thus far.
As a result, she sat alone by a nearby fire when movement in the darkness beyond caught her attention. Shifting so that she could more easily get to her feet, Citra peered at the shadowed figure that had collapsed onto the darkened street. Whatever was going on, she wanted no part of it. Quietly, carefully, with her hand by her dagger, she stood and stepped back out of the fire’s immediate circle of light, aiming for the safety of darkness while also loathe to relinquish the warmth of the fire. With her back to the ruins of a wagon, she waited and watched the other person.
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Feb 1, 2023 7:53:12 GMT -5
"help me....please don't go," Eirwen had seen the flicker of a shadow and stood slowly reaching out, "I...I had a bad dream," she sounded like the child she still appeared to be perhaps it was from the mind break the Eldouir put her through coupled with the age in which it was broke. Eirwen perhaps craved violence but sometimes she just needed someone, it could all be a fever delirium from how she woke it was hard to tell, "please."
The other girl may have been a pitiful sight, but Citra had long since stopped being moved by pitiful sights. Elderkeep was not kind to those who dared to care for another, let alone show compassion for a complete stranger. In a city where death came swift and arbitrary, solitude and strength were the closest one could get to safety. Citra was not about to risk hers for this unknown entity.
She did not approach, and she kept her hand on her dagger. But bad dreams were a familiar feature in her life, and she knew all too well the clammy, shaky, fragility that accompanied the transition from a nightmare to consciousness. Though she didn’t want to approach the girl, Citra could still offer her approximation of comfort. “It was just a dream.” Echoes of reassurances that she had once heard many times over, her words were tempered by the bluntness of her tone and the rough, unused quality of her voice. “It can’t hurt you.”
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Feb 4, 2023 13:03:12 GMT -5
"...yeah, true, they can't," she wasn't as warm as before against the cold winds but she wasn't freezing either, "they hurt my heart...it's always my baby brother, he doesn't understand why I did what I did and that it did hur...it hurt..."
Despite not seeing her, at least as far as Citra could tell, the girl seemed to not mind conversing with an unfamiliar voice that spoke up from the shadows. Unprompted, she spoke of her nightmare - a baby brother whom she had somehow hurt in a way that also caused herself pain - and the lurking teenager’s hand tightened around the hilt of her dagger. It was, at best, an ominous premise that had suspicion creeping down Citra’s spine as her mind jumped to the worst possible interpretations. They were in Elderkeep, after all. “What did you do to him?” A pause. “And why wouldn’t he understand?”
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Feb 15, 2023 20:01:52 GMT -5
"....he didn't have a dyr," her voice was haunting and sad but factual, "what life could he have had here? Always hiding and nothing to offer them..." her heart race was picking up, "before it was what we could offer them...it was what could hurt us...I can never take it back."
He didn’t have a dyr. The words chilled Citra to the bone. This girl had given her brother to them - the Eldouir, she assumed - because he didn’t have a dyr. This girl was dangerous. Even if it haunted her now, in the dead of night, Citra didn’t trust that the stranger wouldn’t still do the same, and she wasn’t about to test the theory using herself. Elderkeep made people harsher, not kinder. She flexed her fingers where they stayed wrapped around the hilt of her dagger. “Where is your dyr?”
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Feb 21, 2023 7:49:32 GMT -5
"....Yule is around, he's always around," Eirwen was in some stupor and giggled it seemed and her wide range of emotions was constantly changing, truthfully Yule was still sound asleep, "but I think I can go back to sleep, you should too. It's dangerous out here..."
It’s dangerous out here. On that, they could agree. The other girl had a dyr named Yule. Citra had no way of knowing what element he controlled, but that meant the stranger was one of the dangers in the night. “It’s dangerous,” She confirmed. “And it’s good you can go back to sleep.” A sleeping Dresmondi was safer than a conscious one. Citra prepared to disappear back into relative safety of the shadows and put some distance between her and this girl who had sacrificed her dyrless brother for Tribute. She would ask one more question before she fled, however: “What is your name?” Once she had her answer, Citra would silently turn to leave.
Post by Eirwen & Yule on Mar 2, 2023 7:52:54 GMT -5
"sleepy sleep, yes good," Eirwen had already started to turn and lumber back to her broken hovel of wagons when the woman asked her name, "Eirwen friend, thank you," she added bubbly not stopping to turn and address her new friend or to even ask her name. She fell beside Yule, cuddled him and fell into a dreamless peaceful sleep.