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!
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 Mar 2, 2023 7:34:20 GMT -5
Kasper had never once ever seen or even heard of a woman who could shift, his eyes were wide when she did spring up to shift once again it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Everything that followed happened so fast and then it was....over? What the fuck just happened was what he wanted to shout but then there was two naked people directly in front of him and Faylin.
Respectfully Kasper looked everywhere but at the King's Witch as he removed his jacket, "Um...King's Witch...lady Delaney," he approached so carefully because he had just saw her change and he was still processing that, "This..this will cover you." If she took the jacket Kasper would then return to Faylin, "We need to cover that dead kid," Kasper would undue his vest and then his red undershirt replacing the vest back on and walk to the body placing it over the corpse to go look for the head.
So much happened all at once, and before she knew it the entire situation seemed to be over. Octavius lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, Kat pushing towards him, and... the King's Witch had apparently been the other werewolf to appear in the room? That was something to unpack later. Kasper was already moving, offering Alys his jacket to cover herself up and then moving for the headless body.
A mockery. That's what this whole thing had been. A mockery of the time and training the pairings put in to ensure they could safely use the curse. Her teeth ground together in an attempt to curb her anger as she scanned the room, waiting for someone higher in the command chain to take over. Her gaze landed on @bex, the newly appointed Sergeant, and waited for her to do something. Anything. But she seemed content to just stand there and watch.
She practically had smoke coming out of her ears as she spun to look at the crowd and called out, "Someone better come forward, now. I am not beyond dragging every single former and currently paired witch back into this ballroom and emptying out the truth potion stores to find out who the fuck is responsible for all of this."
The throne room had turned into a battleground—but for now, at least, it seemed the battle was over. Both Octavius Wulfbrand and @alys returned to their naked human forms, and the din of the crowd dwindled mostly into uncertain murmurs. People hardly knew which was more shocking: that two werewolves had appeared in the middle of a crowded ballroom, or that a woman was one of them.
The crowd around @alys and Octavius Wulfbrand had cleared. Kasper Van Zant and @katerina would be able to offer their aid unhindered by a crowd. Others too started to assist in making order out of chaos. Shattered glasses of punch and torn decorations littered the ground. Soldiers that had been knocked or trampled were being assisted by their comrades. A sheepish Elodie Atwood would do as Aldrich Abbott instructed and assist Zarha Sliva in getting Valeria Delaney to safety. On the other side of the room, @elletta would guide Zevran in assisting his friend @berengar , who was still out cold.
Neither @katerina nor @faylin would be successful in identifying @bex . Just as had been the case with the curse on Aldrich, a curse quickly cast didn’t take too long to wear off. The offending witch would find her feet able to move once again.
Kasper Van Zant and a fellow soldier would successfully reunite the boy’s decapitated head with his body. It wasn’t long before the boy was identified: Wilson Barr. He was no one particularly remarkable; just a young man from a lesser noble family. One with dreams of making a name for himself in the coming conflict. One whose dreams had been struck down forever.
A total of 10 people were injured, Regan and Berengar among them. Most injuries were minor, though two soldiers that had been trampled would take some time to recover.
GUIDELINES
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Post by Hadrian Usher on Mar 3, 2023 8:48:52 GMT -5
In the moment of stillness, after both werewolves transformed back into soldier and witch, Hadrian found clarity. A powerful rage bubbled up in his chest as he started through the room, barking orders in his booming voice. He’d address those under his command in the order he came upon them, slowly making his way toward @alys and Octavius Wulfbrand .
“Aldrich Abbott —” Hadrian hurled the command, “I want this ballroom cleared. Injured should go to the infirmary, but no one—no one leaves this castle. Others should be gathered in the military wing.”
“@warren —” Hadrian turned, offering another, “I want any paired or formerly paired witch rounded up and held until I call for them. Then, I want them brought here. Have another soldier lieutenant help you. The witches are not to be trusted.”
When he came upon Octavius Wulfbrand and @katerina , he’d look on for a moment before softening his tone just a touch: “See him to the infirmary, Private Winters. Then, you are to return here at once.” His eyes would then turn to Alys.
“Go find the king. See that he’s secure.” Because who was to say that this witch wouldn’t attack again? Turning to the ballroom, Hadrian issued his final command to whoever would hear it before starting to help clear the room:
“And for the love of Terra Nova, someone get him to stop,” Hadrian waved a hand at Othello Allemeade .
"Yes, sir", he called back at Hadrian Usher before walking up the stairs so he was located higher than the people on the floor level of the room.
"Everyone to the military wing at once. Gather in the mess hall and don't even think about leaving the castle", he shouted, cupping his mouth so his voice would reach even further.
"Injured should go to the infirmary, people that aren't injured are allowed to help them reach the infirmary but must then go to the mess hall at once", he continued, letting his eyes wander across the room. He clapped his hands. "Move, move, move."
He would remain standing there until everyone would clear out.
Post by Valeria Delaney on Mar 3, 2023 9:04:37 GMT -5
Valeria was so thankful that Elodie Atwood and Zarha Sliva would help her out. "Thank you. I am sorry." Her voice felt week Her eyes scanned the rooms she wanted Keir. However she was thankful that Keir wasn't isn't in the room. Her eyes scanned the room for and tried to land on Hadrian Usher she was slightly shaking. If anything happened to her dad or the baby she would cursed the witch who did this. With Elodie Atwood and Zarha Sliva help she would goes to the infirmary for a quick look over.
She will keep them in her mind for standing by her and helping her out. Once there so asked one of them. "If you see my husband can you let him know I am safe. Plus if you let my dad know that I am safe just in the infirmary for a general check for mine and babies well being please. When it suitable timing of course." She doesn't want Hadrian to worry about her.
Nodding at Aldrich Abbott who instructed them to help Val out to safety, who the fuck thought it was a good idea to turn a soldier to their soldier form in a crowded room. Like that wasn't the best idea. "Don't need to say sorry ma'am. We need to make sure you are okay." She tries to give a reassuring smile. She tries to stay confident however she was clearly shock up a bit when she show a young soldiers head ripped off and land near them. That was a lot of emotion going throw her head. However she can't forcus on any of them right now as her and Elodie Atwood lead Valeria to the infirmary.
Once there she nodded before going to the mess hall with the other soldiers remembering to seek out Hadrian at a suitable time.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Mar 3, 2023 9:14:13 GMT -5
"Mister Othello, Allemeade, sir," a recruit had approached the larger than life Gifted man nervously staring at blue eyes fingers tapping together, "The Commander has asked if you could please refrain from playing your instrument...please."
Othello still stunned stupid calmly stood and slammed the lute down smashing it to pieces, "Done !"
He shoved past the recruit and made straight for the Commander himself, "Finished as requested Commander," Othello addressed the man weirdly calm but there was still an anger behind his eyes about being kept in the dark, they had almost got that boy killed and they had the audacity to have a tiff at him, Othello thought it ludacris, "I would like to be close to the Huntsman Commander, as her ward and all I want to make sure she is well and alive," on top of the anger was worry for Regan, two new feelings melting together and if he didn't get his way...well let's just say hell hath not be raised, he didn't need his magic to do that.
As soon as Bex felt her legs free from the curse she was in action. The look on her face was just as furious as the other leaders, and witches, around her. After all, it was very possible it had been someone she had trained directly, which made her look bad as much as the culprit.
Following the commands of the commander that traveled through the room, she directed all paired trained witches to the mess hall. One particular witch, a girl named Rigby Baker, one who had been removed from the paired program because she hadn’t been fit for it, was standing in apparent shock and Bex physically grabbed her by the hair to force her into action, ripping out a few of the girl’s hair as she did so.
Moving to help those who were injured, Bex headed to the infirmary before she would dutifully return as directed. After all. She had nothing to hide.
Warren stood ready and waiting for Hadrian Usher's command, and nodded firmly as the order was given. @bex seemed to have overheard and already took initiative, directing them toward the mess hall. He would have liked to keep them separated, as Aldrich Abbott seemed to be directing everyone there, but he supposed once they were all gathered, it would be easy enough to send them back to the throne room. There had been enough chaos for the night without re-directing people.
He moved toward Kasper Van Zant then, and would address both he and @faylin if they were together. Normally he wouldn't have given priority to one sex over the other, but Hadrian had made it clear - no matter their actions during the ball, no witch was to be trusted until the culprit was rooted out. "Lieutenant(s), please round up whoever is left of the paired or formally paired witches in the ballroom and take them to the mess hall. Once there, keep them separate from the rest of those gathering, and keep an eye on them. I'll round up all of those who had already evacuated and bring them there. We're to wait until the Commander calls for them."
Before he left, he spotted Othello Allemeade speaking with the commander, and he walked back over to the pair. He would wait for the Commander to say what he would, before pulling Othello aside, not necessarily by force but firmly enough. He hadn't heard the conversation between them, but that didn't matter. "Mr. Allemeade, please remember that everything you do reflects back on her. Don't give anyone a reason to look down on her, or on you." He met the taller man's eyes for a moment - it was not a threat or a command, but a genuine request.
Then he left the throne room to hunt down the other witches that could have potentially turned the wolf.
As @warren approached her and Kasper and issued his command, more directed at Kasper than herself, hurt flashed through her eyes. As if she hadn't already been in the process of executing that exact command, and as if she was now one of the suspects. But of course she was, because how did any of them know who had really been at fault?
Biting down on her ire, she would continue collecting the witches as directed and push them all into the mess room, lining up among them herself.
Following @elletta 's suggestion, Zev moved and gently took Ber's head within his hands, running his fingers lightly through the other man's hair. He winced when he felt the large bump, no doubt the reason for him still being unconscious.
"He's got a pretty big bump. We should get him to a healer, right?" He looked up at Elletta, hardly caring that she had ripped her dress up to help Ber. He was still oblivious to everything else happening in the room, though he recognized it was quieter now and he assumed the whole wolf situation had been dealt with.
Elletta ripped another strip from her dress, using it to fashion a make-shift sling to hold @berengar's arm in place. Once she was done, she motioned for Zevran to pick Ber up and situated the young man in his arms to prevent his arm from getting worse.
"Yea, cause I've done alls I can. Take 'im down to the infirmary, there's gonna be a few more headed that way, I'm sure. I'll be there soon as I can."
The knot that had held her skirt to the side was long gone but as she stood, the rips and tears had it falling about mid-calf on her legs now instead of brushing the floor. But that was the least of her worries now. As the ballroom started to clear out (oh thank fuck Octavius Wulfbrand had been shifted back, it had looked painful for him), she made a beeline for one of the soldiers that had been trampled since it'd seemed that everyone had left the kid to his own devices. Dropping down next to him, she grabbed the next passing soldier to help her with him.
Her focus didn’t waver from the soldier who laid face down, not as she measured his breathing and then Kasper Van Zant was upon her. It was only then that she stood to her full height and looked to him. His eyes anywhere but on her reminded her that she was very much naked, in a very public space. He offered his jacket and she took it with a small thank you, pulling it closed around her though the deep cut of it left a deep v exposed of her chest between her breasts and the bottom brushing her mid thighs.
Hadrian Usher was the next command that brought more of the surroundings back to her. She blinked once, twice, her eyes scanning the uncertain and stunned faces around her. Her chin ticked up slightly as she met his eyes again, giving a curt nod before she was off at a fast, barefooted pace to find Cassian Rainecourt and Regan Lassiter.
Kat finally ripped her gaze from the crowd, feeling she had failed her partner. Hindsight had her thinking of many curses she could have used, more effective. But alas it was too late, for all she knew they were out of the ballroom. So instead she paid attention the wounds Octavius has sustained, something she could do. Her dress was already a mess so tearing more from it was easy, tying fabric around where he was bleeding.
It seemed the Captain Commander didn’t hate or mistrust her entirely either, something she hadn’t expected. So she waved two guards over to help carry Octavius, something she would have done if she could. But alas she was about half his size, so with a glare and a command that if they were rough with him they’d pair dearly, she walked beside them towards the infirmary. She saw @berengar and the fox man going the same way, and despite not getting along with the boy she quickly turned away.
She knew her partner, and all these wounded would weigh heavily despite whatever witch being the real culprit. One that would pay.