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 Valeria Delaney on Feb 28, 2023 20:50:27 GMT -5
Valeria wanted Hadrian Usher to be safe however as she was pushed back she did try to fight through the crowed. "Dad!" She tries to make sure that when she falls she didn't land on her belly. She felt some arms help her up. "Thank you. I want my dad. I need my dad safe." As she tries to make her way out she tries to call out for her dad wanting to make sure he was safe. "Dad!!" She was worried.
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 Feb 28, 2023 20:56:24 GMT -5
Kasper would shove and push past those he was redirecting up the steps, surprised entirely when a sword seemed to zip by from above but he was to determined to get to his Witch. To Faylin. It was his duty to protect her so she can fling whatever badassary she could so he put himself between her and the threat while shoving and keeping her space clear of collateral damage (other party goers).
Bex felt her legs begin to slow until her feel were firmly planted on the ground. She knew immediately what was happening. This was a curse. Someone had been clever enough to find a way to target her. With her fellow witches around her, making moves to try to halt the werewolf without killing or excessively harming the man inside, Bex would remain standing where she was, intentionally not trying to physically escape the curse, knowing it would draw attention to herself.
Instead she'd remain where she was, gaze fully focused on the werewolf that had begun to slow. Since she couldn’t progress any further she decide to make the most of the situation. “Keep your distance while you aim your magic at him!” She instructed authoritatively and held her arms out in a gesture to slow the progression of the witches around him. “You don’t want to get too close, they’re faster than you think,” she said for the benefit of those who were paired and thus didn’t have much experience with werewolves.
She mentally turned her focus onto Octavius in an effort to redirect his focus on the fallen pregnant woman, trying to initiate his instinct to protect as if she was the witch who was controlling him.
Raff dropped Rhedara to her feet with relief, glad that she was safely away from it all. He would've gone back in but the King was magically powerful and didn't need any protection from a plebe like him. Getting sloshed on that punch probably didn't help anyone to think clearly right now.
"I dunno what to do to help anyone Red. I can't think of any military strategy for it other than to stay out of the way and not block the exits."
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2023 14:15:32 GMT -5 by Deleted: I didn't know there were powerful secret wolf packs so the king needs no protection.
As Warren watched Evangeline and Theodore escape the room to safety, he was able to breathe the slightest sigh of relief. The breath didn't last. Bodies began flying. The first one he recognized, but @berengar landed on the far side of the room, which was still blocked by multiple party-goers pushing to exit. He intended to go to the young soldier until he heard a scream close to him that made him surge forward instead.
Upon seeing the carnage, he approached Regan Lassiter . Removing his jacket in a hurry, he leaned over her, eyes bouncing back and forth from her to the wolf still in the room. "Regan, breathe," he folded the jacket and pressed it hard against her chest, then grabbed her hands and used them to press against her own chest. "Hold it tight as you can, understand?" Once she was applying pressure to the wound, he'd scoop her up in his arms and attempt to climb the stairs just behind them.
In seeing Othello Allemeade drawing swords from the guards, he moved toward that exit. "Knock the wolf out," he'd attempt to shout over the noise at him to let the Allemeade know. "Incapacitate him, he's one of ours."
With little more he could possibly do in the moment, he'd attempt to exit the room and take Regan to the nearest healer.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2023 21:09:55 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Feb 28, 2023 21:18:30 GMT -5
Rhedara would stumble, trying to catch her balance after Raff sets her down on the ground. She listens to @raff's concerns, thinking of the crowded throne room and the people that would likely be injured, "There's going to be a lot of injuries. Let's see if we can find anything to help," She won't wait to see if he follows as she turns to run through the castle in search of a storage room or anywhere else she might find healing potions. If she finds potions, she will use her skirt as a basket so she can carry more of them. If she meets people on the way, she will warn them of a werewolf in the throne room.
There were people running and tripping past him now, and yet his terror kept him frozen in place, until he watched @berengar get tossed halfway across the room, slamming into the wall and falling to the ground limp. A different type of fear overtook him and he immediately started to attempt to get off the ground so he could try to get to Ber. He had watched so many people suffer and die in Elderkeep. Nevermere was supposed to be better than that, but Ber's body was so utterly lifeless where it lay on the floor now.
But the wolf was still between them and there were so many people trying to escape the room. Zarha Sliva arriving would hopefully be the help he needed to find his footing. Rune was already turning towards the wolf, agreeing with Zarha's idea, and a band of darkness would settle over the wolf's eyes, snuffing out its sight.
The only thought in Zevran's mind now was to get to Ber and make sure he was alive. He would try to run around the wolf, fighting his way through whatever crowd was between him and Ber.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 28, 2023 23:45:38 GMT -5
The wolf was not a beast of logic or personal emotion. It was a creature driven by an otherworldly rage, an unharnessed, supernatural urge to destroy, destroy, destroy. And it had no witch to rein it in. The curse of Sarilla, while conveniently weaponized by Julius, had never intended to be a blessing to the Nevermereans. It was her curse upon them. The punishment that cost her her life in order to give power to the witches. Had it planned out exactly as she had intended? No one knew. But there was no denying now whether the werewolf activation might have been better left alone. Forgotten.
The curses that inflicted the beast were effective, but not yet entirely. He was powerful and determined, almost detached from his body by an otherworldly urge to kill. His movements became slow, his weight heavy, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying to attack the next closest target. A new recruit, a soldier who was fresh of the press, too startled and horrified to get away when told. The werewolf would seek to sing his teeth into the soldier’s throat, ripping it clean if it could.
Should the opportunity present itself, the creature would then move for @alys. It would launch itself in her direction if it could, massive form soaring through the air, outstretched claws ready to tear.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 1, 2023 9:33:15 GMT -5
With anger in his eyes he saw how Rhedara escaped from the throne room before he was able to reach her. The officer turned around to face the scene that was going on with the werewolf. Aldrich was still drooling and a rumbling sound came from his throat, but the curse was starting to die down. His mind went a hundred miles per hour, trying to decide what to do next.
The area around him had cleared a bit, so Aldrich ran closer, to where Zevran had been sitting. He saw how the werewolf attempted to jump at @alys . If Octavius Wulfbrand succeeded, Aldrich would attempt to run and jump against the side of the werewolf, hoping the impact would be enough to change his course and miss Alys.
If Octavius' attempt at jumping at the witch didn't work, he would try to help some people escape the room.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2023 11:14:08 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
It wasn't working. The wolf was too strong and they were too disorganized. Though she could now see Kat, it was quite obvious that she was not the one who had pushed Octavius to shift and this only enraged her more. Someone was going to pay for this later, but that was the least of her concerns right now. But she didn't have any weapons and there were too many people to simply unleash more magic on him. So she turned to the various witches around her, the ones attempting to flee the room.
"We need to contain him! Stop running and help us!" she shouted to any within hearing range. "Work together, and keep him immobilized!" She wanted to avoid harming the wolf. They just needed to stop him until whatever witch had a hold on him got over herself.
It was unfortunate. But the life of one now risked the lives of many. Alys no longer the Lady she pretended to be, but a woman in charge now. Her first command was the Othello Allemeade as the metal flashed past her side view. “Cage him!”
The next command was to the witch guards nearby, “Rigor mortis! Curse him!” She didn’t need to tell them the exact one, one that many trained witches would know.
Alys’ voice then boomed out loud, a commander in war, “CHANGE HIM BACK!” She didn’t know who to aim it at, but knew she’d hear her if she hadn’t already ran like a coward from the room.
It was only a few seconds to get out her commands, dress flaring around her. It was seeing Regan Lassiter, the destruction to her chest, the red… the coursing confidence of the potion that fueled the already chaotic beast that was prowling the edges of its restraint… when she turned back to Octavius Wulfbrand who was aiming for her, one second… the King’s Witch… the next… a pack member. Her pack mate was hurt. Alys’ errupted into a burst of purple gown and fur, meeting the sluggish and cursed werewolf form with her own and roaring so loud that it possibly shook anything that wasn’t held down in the room. She was possibly a bit smaller than Octavius’ form but terrifying all the same, her snout spackled with freckles. Her jaws snapping as she went to pin him by the throat to the ground and using her own strength and claws against him. Not to kill, but to slow and pin. If the curses and the gifted hadn’t acted faster that is…
Post by Hadrian Usher on Mar 1, 2023 11:52:20 GMT -5
From where he stood, Hadrian saw Othello call the swords forward from the guards and prepare to slash at the werewolf soldier. The commander’s response was near-blind fury. This fool of a gifted, leaving his men, who were advancing on the beast, weaponless. Unable to defend themselves. The witches were fine, yes, but the men had no magic to speak of. And though Othello Allemeade didn’t know it, the creature he targeted was still very much one of Hadrian’s soldiers.
“Stop, you fool!” Hadrian bellowed, charging toward Othello, “You’ll kill him!” Hadrian would try to get as close to Othello as possible and reach for the gifted’s arm. Hadrian was on the move and did not see or hear Valeria Delaney from where she'd fallen.
Post by Elodie Atwood on Mar 1, 2023 11:59:57 GMT -5
As the chaos unfolded around her, Elodie had remained frozen to the spot in terror, pushed up against the wall. The woman had never seen so much as a fistfight before outside of the training arena, let alone the carnage that the beast was starting to unleash. Finally, after the Huntsman’s body hit the ground, Elodie Atwood’s feet came unstuck.
She was no hero. She had to get out of there.
Elodie joined the scrambling crowd. Once she was in the midst of the shuffle, the little witch was short enough that she could no longer track where the werewolf was. She’d move toward the stairs, unable to see Octavius Wulfbrand until she was nearly upon him.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Mar 1, 2023 12:06:03 GMT -5
Upon observing the chaos, the king determined to no longer be a spectator.
Cassian jumped off of the stage that his throne was set on, startling his guards and causing them to rush forward, both panicked and some even verbally protesting.
The monarch's strides carried him from the throne and towards the scene. With all the soldiers ushering the other soldiers out, his path was somewhat clearer than it would have been only seconds before. For those that still remained in his way, well, the king was shoving through them with the help of his guards.
As he moved forward, Cassian touched the ring on his hand, turning it, activating the magic of the enchanted item. His objective: to suppress the werewolf's consciousness. It happened milliseconds following a roar—the familiar one of Alys. Cassian’s jaw tightened.
Without concern for the werewolf, Cassian came to where @warren was carrying Regan Lassiter, and would tell the captain,
"Give her to me." It wasn't a request. It was a command. No doubt one that would cause gossip in the coming weeks and probably months, but in this moment Cassian was apathetic. Regan was a member of his pack. She was his to protect, his to care for. Should Warren heed the words of the king, Cassian would extend his arms and cradle her as she was placed into them. "Well done." He would murmur to the captain, before turning to exit as he had formerly been bidden by Hadrian.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 1, 2023 12:21:47 GMT -5
Regan heard the chaos of the ball as if at a great distance. She looked around, eyes moving lazily as they tried to focus. Her chest was warm and slick with blood, even though she knew there was no longer a garment to cover it. Regan tried to move, lifting her head just enough to glimpse the gristly damage the werewolf had inflicted.
She wanted to vomit but didn’t have the strength. Her head dropped back down to the floor. In that moment, Regan thought idly she was probably going to die.
And that’s when she heard @warren ’s voice.
"Warren..." Regan whispered, her arms obeying as he moved them. She clasped his jacket to her chest as hard as she could—which, given her current state, was barely enough pressure to slow the bleeding, even just a little. She whined as Warren lifted her as pain shot through her entire body. Looking up at the ceiling, Regan saw the swords moving overhead.
“The ring. Othello’s ring—” Regan lifted her bloody, trembling hands, trying weakly to work it off her finger, “You have…to take…the ring.” Her hands fell, unable to complete the task.
Cassian Rainecourt ’s voice would be be next. Confronted with the familiar voice, Regan would whimper in pain and relief, the plaintive sound of a wolf to its alpha. “The ring—” Regan would say again, lifting her shaking hand toward @warren ’s face for him to slide it off her finger and assume control of the gifted.