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.
UPDATES
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 Jan 30, 2023 13:34:21 GMT -5
[ Made for all played Eldouir! Let's be sure to keep our replies very short so this thread doesn't become a burden. I ain't scurred of one-liners. ]
Winter was upon them. It came slowly over Dresmond, and these days were just the beginning. Morale sank when the days were darker and the bones chillier. Best to get business done sooner rather than later. The Eldouir had been training all summer, and it was not for nothing.
It was dinner time. The family made a habit of that being the meal among them all that the most of them attended. They ate the cream of the crop, their tables filled with copious amounts of food while Dresmondi starved in the streets outside of their estate. It was mid-meal, when hunger was being satiated but the satisfying state of contentment had not yet been reached.
Hiram burst into the mess hall, intentionally causing a scene, inviting the attention of his family. He was the head, after all, and he'd been back in recent seasons. Let none of them forget that. He wasn't the king, but he was the head.
"Who is ready to shed blood?!" It was a cry that invited an uproar of approval. From the time they were young, they were trained to relish strength, power, combative competence, and the shedding of the blood of their enemies. Their entire family system was centered around competition. That was half of what combat was. For the combative, that is. Those Eldouir who had proved themselves incompetent would have little to cheer about, except perhaps more food for them with the warriors of the family gone.
It was becoming a rare interval that Alistair gathered with his family over training and brutalizing the growing Dresmondi army. Today, he was more than thankful he chose to gather with them for dinner. Like a predator gorging on it's prey, he was devouring plates of meat until the doors to the hall burst open to reveal... Hiram?! The man seemed to be in a mood, what mood Alistair couldn't tell be something about it made him excited and caused him to pause mid-drink into a pint of ale.
"Who is ready to shed blood?!"
The half-inquiry, half declaration was met by a low roar of approval and sea of chatter. "It's about damn..." Alistair mightily slammed his pint into the table to emphasize the next word, but did so with such force the vessel exploded ceramic and liquid over those in front of him, "...Time!" Like dog that had been presented a stick to chase, he was now half standing, focused on Hiram and awaiting the answer to two questions: when and where. 'Who' was entirely irrelevant.
Adeline had been quietly shoving food down her throat, not really paying attention to anything going on around her, when Hiram burst into the room and started shouting something about blood. She paused with her fork halfway lifted to her mouth, her gaze snapping to Hiram's face, her eyes gleaming with intensity.
Only when Alistair shattered his mug down the table did her eyes leave Hiram's face, glancing at Alistair and rolling her eyes at the beast of a man, who could never seem to really control himself. Looking to Hiram once more, the corners of her lips began to curl in a cruel smile. Finally. It was finally time.
Sequestered away at the far end of the table, Donovan cut his meat into perfect bite sized pieces, popping one of them in his mouth. He chewed slowly, observing his family lined down the table. That was until Hiram burst through the door and Donovan could barely contain his grimace at the dramatics.
Still, his attention was captured by Hiram's words, his brows rising in anticipation of whatever he would say next. Were they leaving this dreadful place finally? Perhaps go back to Lorendale where they could enjoy the fineries of life? He barely glanced at the sound of shattering dishware. He'd fix it, or just make a new one later. Hiram's plans were far more important.
Post by Elena Eldouir on Feb 2, 2023 18:30:40 GMT -5
Elena was sitting at the end of the table, acting like the Queen she was. She hadn't been eating a lot, she was more interested at the moment in observing her family. The love she felt for them was the strongest thing in her life. Besides her own power of course.
As Hiram burst in and roared about bloodshed Elena watched with delight as her family reacted. Oh this was going to be fun. In spite of getting sprayed with Alistair's ale, she joined in the cheering with a gleeful laugh.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Feb 2, 2023 18:33:33 GMT -5
The door burst open and at Hiram's declaration Azazel jumped up onto the table, kicking plates and drinks out of his way as he cupped his hands to his mouth and whooped and hollered with all the volume he could muster. He was thirsty for bloodshed and the waiting was finally coming to an end. He couldn't wait to destroy the enemy, to watch them bleed and suffer.
Drystan watched from his vantage point, away from more of the messier eaters of the family. Wondered who their target would be next, possible plans (that would probably be ignored) as he tilted his chin in acknowledgement.
Myla, perched in an unassuming chair. Not at the head of the table, but a corner, let those bright eyes of hers flicker towards the door as Hiram burst in. Her gift had been pulsing lately in her veins, whether from the training with Hiram, from him training with her own gift, or something else entirely she wasn't sure. But it hummed in her ears as he exploded his first thought into the room. She remembered the last time this had happened, and instantly those around her crumpled into a mixture of animals and brutes.
Flicking a shield up, she blocked the explosion of liquid that came from her right, as Alistair smashed his mug. Azazel was the next to make a mess, up on the table and quite frankly ruining dishes and food that was good to eat. Annoyance, as always, lingered on her brow from behind her red pulsing shield. But the moment her eyes moved back to Hiram, he'd see the mischief that danced in her eyes and the way she leaned forward, as if ready to hear what else he'd say in between surely stuffing his face as he usually did.
Yeva sat up, eyes bright and at attention at Hiram's declaration. She was absolutely ready and aching for more chaos. Her answering grin split her face wide open.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Feb 7, 2023 6:42:49 GMT -5
Well, there was no time like the present.
Sure, he was generally talking about attacking. They would. Tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. He wasn't one to plan. He showed up, told them to grab their gear, and away they went. But right now it was dinner time.
The head of the family reached the table and snatched a handful of food from @donovan's plate. Shoving it in his mouth, he then picked up the plate and threw it with accuracy and lethal force towards @azazael's face.
He wanted blood, and he wanted it now. Was he trying to start a brawl? Why yes, yes he was. Call it last minute training.
Hiram then leaped onto the table and would rush @alistair, a wide, malicious grin on his face. Everyone knew they could play hard--a sip of Hiram's blood later and they'd be good as new.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Feb 7, 2023 10:56:07 GMT -5
Eldouirs were trained to be prepared for anything at a moment's notice. Azazel wasn't expected the plate to come flying at his face but his training and instincts kicked in. He dodged out of the way but a fraction too late. The plate did not hit him full in the face but collided with his jaw where it shattered. He felt the crack of bone in his jaw and the pain of a bruise already forming.
As Hiram rushed at Alistair, Azazel let out a war cry. It would be insane to let his gift out while inside the dining room but he could feel his skin beginning to heat up. He dived aggressively straight towards the Queen, @adeline, with a challenging look in his eyes.
Already sensing where this was about to go, Adeline had picked up her glass to take a long sip of wine. Her eyes trailed the path of the plate until it smashed off of Azazel's face. The promise of violence brought a certain vicious gleam to the young Queen's eyes as she met his gaze, matching challenge for challenge.
The glass in her hand burst as the liquid inside was transformed into ice, sending pieces of glass flying everywhere. The ice fell into her hand and immediately grew into a thick shield wrapped around her arm. She angled it downwards and swung, attempting to strike Azazel Eldouir directly across his already injured face.
His nose wrinkled in distaste as Hiram's hand swiped across his plate, sending all of his perfectly cut pieces flying and creating an absolute mess. As the chaos broke out around him, he heaved a sigh and wiped his mouth with his napkin before tossing it on the table in front of him.
He would have a lot to do later. And he was about to be the cause of some of the destruction. Picking up his glass, his eyes fell on @yeva before he flung it at her face, his fingers already moving in the air to create another glass to throw at another family member.
Post by Elena Eldouir on Feb 15, 2023 11:41:31 GMT -5
Elena was not at all surprised when the fights broke out. Welcome to life as Eldouir. She smiled to herself but didn't immediately move to add herself to the chaos. She glanced over at @myla, feeling a pull towards the woman who she had such a strong connection with, in order to see what she was doing. For the time being she simply used her gift as a makeshift shield, pushing back any flying objects from getting too close to her.
Yeva grinned at the chaos, not dimming in the slightest when a glass came crashing into her face. Pain was pain was feeling so good as she twisted her head all the way around with the hit, like some eldritch owl thing. Wasn't like the hit bothered her and she grabbed the two plates nearest her. One was flung back at @donovan and the other was flung at @alistair as she cackled.