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 Alaric Melbourne on Apr 19, 2023 19:53:39 GMT -5
The ruffian finally released Alaric from his meaty grip, and if the artist had not taken a shine to the painting that he was seriously considering doing, he would have scurried away like a frightened rat.
He did not argue with Ray when the man suggested they leave. With oil all over the floor and a fire spreading, Alaric would be quite the fool to linger. Ray didn’t seem like the brightest color on the pallet, but he certainly had the right idea. “Indeed so, my friend. Let us go somewhere with less oil and more booze, eh?” He started to move to the door and almost stumbled when the ruffian put his hand on his shoulder again. What was it about him that made the brute manhandle him so? He didn’t struggle out of Ray’s grip as he lead him out of the tavern.
Post by Anslem Ellery on Apr 23, 2023 13:13:55 GMT -5
First an ugly brawl and then a fire? Anslem wasn't about to stick around for the circus as making such a scene was quite uncouth and he'd had more than enough drama in that tavern to last a lifetime. It was probably for the best that the reprehensible establishment was burnt to the ground-especially with the whores still plying their trade on the second floor.
Count Ellery stepped aside and well away from the door, his gaze lifting to the unfortunate women upstairs that were most likely trapped. Had any one of them been a noble that he knew, he might have gone out of his way to retrieve them, but as they were naught but mere commoners, Anslem would trouble his conscience no further. The @dresden fellow seemed to have a comrade in arms aiding him and that puling twit with a feather Alaric Melbourne appeared to be the one who'd faired best of their trio.
This tavern scene had taught him a valuable lesson- to never again leave home without Reginald to maintain situations properly, or it could turn out like this unnecessary and ludicrous scene. Count Ellery turned his back blatantly on the burning shambles of this horrendous outing and entered his carriage just around the corner. Repulsive sorts of things happened at those low places. He'd not make that mistake again-reprobates! Every last one of them!
[EXIT]
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2023 13:18:39 GMT -5 by Anslem Ellery