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!
Zevran had frowned at Zarha Sliva's retreating back but anything he might have said about it and about this Katerina Winters that Ber introduced him to was interrupted by the arrival of the King. His eyes snapped to the trumpet, then to the first face that entered. His eyes heated a bit, first in anger at the face of the man who continued to put off marching to Dresmond, and then with a different type of heat as his gaze fell on @alys next.
They made eye contact for only a moment before her attention moved away from him. He deflated a bit, also allowing his attention to travel to the two other familiar faces that entered with the King. He would scramble to participate in the toast as everyone else raised their glasses and took a far longer sip than he needed to. He scanned the crowd once more, admiring all of the incredibly good looking people. He especially noted Elodie Atwood's presence near the dance floor. It seemed he would be able to collect on that dance she owed him.
Finally turning back to @berengar, Zevran's eyes were glowing with excitement. He glanced at @katerina and remembered the introduction Ber had given her. He sipped more from his glass, appraising the witch over the rim of it. "So... I take it we don't like her then?" he asked innocently, eyes gleaming with trouble.
Post by Valeria Delaney on Feb 21, 2023 16:35:57 GMT -5
Valeria smiled at Rhedara Shannon as she spoke. Clearly there was possible more to this story that she wasn't getting, however, she wasn't going to push information out of her. "Shannon... Whatever the reason Abbott is mad at you, just remember that he only do it because he want to push you to be your best, he might even see something in you, that you might not. So my advice, if you are unsure, it always good to ask more then once, sometimes three times. Just to make sure." It is tough the military but they only do it because they want to make sure they have the best interest of their soldiers.
Valeria rubbed the back of her neck as she sighs. "I will possible need to try and talk to him, before he talks to my dad though, so I will need all the luck possible for it." laughing softly. Before she could anymore the king entered with Hadrian Usher and a wide smiled appeared on her face. Valeria is proud for all that her dad have achieve.
When cheers are done she raised her glass toasting the king before facing Rhedara Shannon again. "Have fun tonight, but if we going to make this lie work, be ready to called okay?" Giving the young girl a playful wink
Bex had turned her attention to @elletta as the woman approached her. It was nice to see not only a familiar face, because most of these folks were familiar in one sense or another, but a friendly and welcome face as well. Not to mention beautiful to look at. Anyone with eyes would be able see how pretty the young soldier was.
Before Bex could reply the trumpets announced the arrival of the King and his entourage. Bex politely turned her full attention to this entrance. She knew Hadrian the most and her King just because of who he was, though she realized the only one she’s actually spent any amount of time talking to was her Commander. A shame really. Maybe she’d have to change that.
As the toast was offered Bex not only sipped from her glass but downed the entire thing. Flowery drinks had never been a favorite so she decided to just get it all over with in one go. She turned back to Elletta and responded to what she’d said previously. “I’d say I agree but you look rather stunning in that dress,” she said, a hazy look in her eyes.
She seemed to realize what she had said and internally started to question herself. Compliments were not exactly go-to speech for Bex. Though even as she questioned herself mentally she suddenly realized she had moved closer to the other witch. Her fingers lifted to trace along the blue collar of the woman’s dress, her fingertip barely brushing over the girl’s skin. “The color really brings out your eyes.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Feb 21, 2023 16:46:47 GMT -5
Finally, the toast. Now he would be able to enjoy drinking as much as he wanted without having to sneak sips when nobody was watching. Being polite just wasn't his thing. If he was thirsty, he was thirsty. And occasions such as these just begged him to get drunk.
Anyway. After he had finished his first drink, he went to the table to get a refill. As the guys responsible poured him another drink, he couldn't help but notice their stupid faces. "What are ya grinnin' at", he said in an angry, low voice, before turning around and continuing to drink his drink.
Then his eyes fell upon Regan Lassiter. His jaw dropped and for a moment he was speechless, but then he quickly made her way over to her, assuming she had already started to mingle, before anyone else could get to her.
"Miss Lassiter", he said, his face telling on him and showing he was very impressed and in awe of how she looked. "You look absolutely breathtaking." Aldrich was already a quite confident man, but somehow he felt even more confident, along with feeling the need to be outright about his thoughts. "Wow", he added. He was really knocked off his socks.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Feb 21, 2023 17:05:59 GMT -5
Zarha was standing in a corner when the king arrived she was nervous, she cheers the king as everything was finished, she looked down at the cup, she doesn't want to cause a scene by not drinking it, so she knock it back. As she felt the drink goes down eyes scanning the room seeing what going on. A lot of things are happening.
however her eyes fall on @warren a heart beats quicker as for some reason she walks towards him. "Congratulation Captain for the promotion, the suit look dashing on you."
made by the wonderful Lyla
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2023 17:22:52 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
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 Feb 21, 2023 17:19:21 GMT -5
So basically what the Woodwick man was saying was that Othello was exotic, not really a topic of hate (like in Lorendale) but a topic of interest. Interesting. However the arrival of the King prematurely brought their conversation to a brief pause, he downed his wheat grass shot of shit and immediately chased it with a passing mug of beer and then just one more for sipping. Othello hadn't been watching the King much upon his arrival or salt and peppered haired man, the girl with the curls was cute he had thought but holy shit. He thought Regan Lassiter looked absolutely beautiful and just as he made to excuse himself from Warren some fella got to her first.
Okay. That's fair, he thought, she knows loads of folks and probably talking to a hundred more. Plus they had been up each other's asses long enough. Othe had to stretch his legs and get to know people. So instead of excusing himself from Woodwick he pointed, yes pointed sternly toward the band playing music, "I can play the lute and sing, I can fuckin sing quite well says misses Mittermite, she's my tutor to correct my speech cause evidently I sounded like an idiot...whatever right, she taught me to sing and play music...," downing his second beer Othello slammed the mug down, "I'm going to play y'all something..."
And the large Gifted man started to cut through the crowd with loud excuse me and pardons.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Feb 21, 2023 17:34:10 GMT -5
Rhedara listened to Valeria Delaney's advice, nodding at each point. They were good points, ones that she was surprised she didn't take before arriving. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll make sure to be more proactive in the future...and I appreciate your kind gesture in speaking up for me," She genuinely was touched that Valeria was willing to speak up for her, a commoner witch that she didn't even know.
When the king gave his toast, Rhedara turned with Valeria and raised her glass with everyone else and drank. As soon as the beverage hit her stomach, she felt as if she'd drunk a whole pitcher of wine on an empty stomach, but oddly, she was steady on her feet. She looked at her cup, wondering who brewed it before being distracted by someone giving her a refill. She sipped this one slower as she walked through the crowd, scanning for @raff as she went. At last, she spotted him. He wasn't far. She and Valeria must have covered more ground than she realised. She walked up to him, a smile slowly forming on her lips and wicked ideas that she hadn't let herself entertain until now forming in her pretty head.
She reached him, and she drained the last of the liquid in her cup before running a hand over his arm, enjoying the feel of firm muscles, "I'm back," she said, standing perhaps too close for public viewing, "Did you miss me?"
Raff stood to attention at the bugles and downed the drink at the toast. Hmm. It tasted like crap but it did the job. He needed some more of this vile concoction if he was going to have to be polite through an entire ball. Before he'd finished a mere two strides to get more to drink, Red was right there under his nose. And she'd gone from zero to a hundred now.
"Yer damn right I missed ya." He curled both arms around her, holding her in an iron grip, making sure she wasn't going anywhere, and intended to soundly kiss her breathless. (If she did get out of that grip and dodge some snogging, feel free to slap him!)That would do, for a start. When Raff finally pulled away, he murmured in her ear with a grin,
"Let's get some more to drink. You're making me damn thirsty, Red."
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 21, 2023 18:07:28 GMT -5
Godesses she wanted to burn.
As if it would stave off the feeling, Regan finished the rest of her punch, handing the glass off to a servant with a mumbled thank you. She looked at @alys, nodding once in acknowledgement before heading off into the ballroom to fetch another cup.
She felt like she was floating. Felt like a lady, like something worthy in her human form—perhaps for the very first time. She found herself idly searching for @warren, cheeks flushing a little at the thought of him as her eyes scanned the crowd before—
“Miss Lassiter.”
Her eyes snapped to Aldrich Abbott, who was standing in front of her, admiring what had never before been worthy of admiration. Regan’s cheeks flushed and her breath caught in her chest as a familiar needy creature stirred from its slumber.
“You don't look half bad yourself,” Regan countered with a lopsided grin, bashfully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. While she would normally have kept her eyes from travelling across him, strangely Regan felt no need.
Post by Elodie Atwood on Feb 21, 2023 18:19:14 GMT -5
Elodie had taken a ladylike sip of her punch, finding it so delightful she followed it with another. She started to make her way across the room, smiling and dipping her head. How beautiful everyone looked. The music was so joyful, Elodie found she was walking with a little bit of a bounce to its rhythm, something that made her giggle.
She spotted Rhedara Shannon, the woman from the bar. Elodie remembered how friendly and kind she’d been, and decided to make her way over to her, as she could see no one else she knew. She was approaching, opening her mouth to call out a chipper greeting, when a handsome, absolute bear of a man (@raff) snatched her up in his arms and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
Elodie, the lady (and arguably prude) that she was, gasped. A hand flew to her mouth and shock. Then, without the power to stop them, Elodie burst into a fit of girlish giggles.
Elletta toasted and took a sip, admitting to herself that it wasn't half bad of a taste and drank a little more. She planned to go a little easier on the alcohol. At least that had been the plan but it was an easy one to sip at a time with a sweet enough drink like this. So she took another sip as her eyes drifted away from the king and his entourage to look for Octavius Wulfbrand. Something curled in her gut when she didn't see him. And then she was distracted from looking for him, turning her attention back to @bex. Definitely caught off guard by the compliment because she hadn't heard one at all from the lieutenant in her short time of knowing her.
"It's no' much. Not really." The younger witch was definitely a little confused at her own words. Normally it took a lot longer for alcohol of any kind to make her forget to control her accent. Guess rich folk drinks were mighty different to common tavern drinks. "S'just sommat plain that I tried to gussy up."
And then Lieutenant was closer and it felt like the room was suddenly much warmer than expected. "I- uh. Thank ya?"
Regan Lassiter was the next she made eyes with, both females nodding to one another before they were down the steps. Drink still in hand, Alys kept her eyes on the steps and avoided looking around a bit too eagerly for the company she was seeking. Not until she was off the platform and starting to fade into the crowd did she lift her glass and drink more of it. Dark eyes seeking Zevran and when she found him and Rune, she smiled.
It took a lot in her to not barge in on his conversation he seemed to be having, instead opting for another glass when hers emptied. Slowly moving through, stopping to say hellos a few times amongst both nobles and soldiers, a light smile on her face with each one before she’d find herself stepping up to his and @berengar’s sides. “Who do we not like?” It was said almost airly, like she’d been ready to agree as she glanced between the two men, but Zevran got the wider smile of the two.
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Post by Rhedara Shannon on Feb 21, 2023 19:09:23 GMT -5
Rhedara did not stop @raff when he bent his head down to kiss her. Her hands, almost with a mind of their own, slid up his chest and gripped his shirt as she tried to pull him even closer to her. When he'd finally lifted his head from hers, she had leaned her whole body into him, clutching him in fear that she would melt into a puddle if she let go of his sturdy form.
Distantly, she heard Elodie Atwood's gasp, and this prompted her to say, "Raff, we're in public," and in complete contradiction to her words, she would reach up to grip his face and attempt to pull him in for another kiss just as the sound of someone's mad giggling soared over the noise of the crowd.
He said he wanted to get more drinks. The way he said it against her ear was distracting, and all she wanted to do was nuzzle into him and purr, but the drink had made her so happy, so free, so bold. One more wouldn't hurt, "Yeah, let's get more drinks."
The sound of a trumpet ricocheted around the throne room, cutting off any retort from Winters, and Ber turned to face the sound, only to find almost immediately that he had to turn in a different direction to see the entrance of the king and his entourage. Though he recognized all four, Regan Lassiter was the one who caught his eye, and something - a powerful, poignant, pride, perhaps? - had him swallowing around a sudden knot in his throat. Though born from nothing and raised by a world that punished those who dared to dream, she now walked behind the king in a gown that no street rat could ever have imagined wearing. She looked like nobility. Ber had known, of course, given her title, but there was no doubt now: one of them had made it.
With a glance around at everyone else, Ber mimicked what he saw and raised his glass in a toast to the king before bringing it to his lips. After the tiniest hesitation in which he gave the drink a cautious sniff, he took a careful sip - and nearly spat it back out. Why would anyone drink that? Brow furrowed, he made a face and cast the cup a betrayed look. Was this something they had to drink at every ball? Surely, with all their money, the nobles could afford some sort of drink that wasn’t horribly offensive, and yet…
Ber would never, ever understand the upper echelons of Nevermerean society.
Another glance around him, however, showed everyone else downing theirs, and an officer’s pointed look in his direction had Ber quickly doing the same, grimacing at the taste. As the warmth of the drink spread through him, he found himself blinking and reconsidering the empty cup - that punch was strong. Maybe the nobles did know what they were doing. Emboldened, he grinned at Zevran in time to follow the other man’s gaze toward one Elodie Atwood , and he decided that he would be willing to brave the crowd if it meant giving his friend a chance with the noblewoman from the tavern. There was no reason his friend couldn’t charm a noblewoman tonight, too, right?
Before he could suggest such a course of action, the other man reminded him of @katerina instead. Ber glanced toward her and could feel the annoyance at her presence rising again to replace the fortitude provided by the punch. Sliva had already gone, and this whole affair would be so much nicer if Winters would take the hint and leave, too. “No, we don’t,” He answered Zevran’s inquiry, eyes fixed on the witch. Before the prickling irritation could grow into something more aggressive, however, he was distracted by the arrival of someone entirely new.
With wide eyes, he stared at @alys and the way she smiled at his friend for a long moment as some of the pieces finally clicked together. In utter disbelief, he turned to Zevran. “The King’s Witch?” Speaking of, he turned to her and offered a very distracted, “Uh, hi, ma’am. Nice to meet you,” before turning back to his friend and continued in a lower voice, “You’re telling me you—“ He waved a hand to indicate the particular activities the Dresmondi had alluded to the day prior “—and that your Alys is the King’s Witch?”
He felt the presence at his side a moment before she spoke, and he turned a cheeky grin to @alys, only for his breath to catch in his throat. The purple dress she wore was magnificent. His gaze traveled slowly down her body, eyes heating as he took in the very low cut of it, and down further where her leg peaked through the slit in the skirts. He didn't know that he was staring, practically undressing her with his eyes, until Ber's voice sharply interrupted him.
He blinked at @berengar, his mind foggy from the shock of lust he'd felt when looking at Alys, and also with confusion at his friend's outrage. He blinked a few more times, looking from Ber to Alys and back again. Then a sly, boyish grin spread across his face and he reached out an arm, tucking it around Alys's waist. "Well she's certainly not mine, but she is definitely the King's Witch. What of it?"