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!
[ This thread immediately follows the Ball. All paired or formally paired witches were gathered in the mess hall at the demand of the Captain Commander, Hadrian Usher, either from the throne room or following a trip to the infirmary. @bex, @katerina, @faylin, Kasper Van Zant ]
Warren walked through the hall with two more witches in tow. They walked in front of him, headed toward the mess hall. With these two, he was certain he'd retrieved all of the witches who could have possibly turned the wolf in the ball and then evacuated. They were still in their dresses, and neither looked particularly worried, though maybe still a bit shaken. At least they had exited the ballroom before one of the kids had his head ripped off.
He stepped past them and pulled the mess hall door open, allowing them in before him. "Sit down with the others," he said, nodding toward the rest who had gathered. They did as he asked, and he approached Kasper Van Zant as he looked around at the grouping of witches. It was strange to consider your comrades as enemies, but someone here had turned one of their own soldiers on their own people, and Warren was covered in the blood to prove it. His tunic, waist-coat, and hands were still smeared with Regan's blood from carrying her. "This seems to be everyone," he said to the lieutenant, crossing his arms. "Do you know of anyone who is missing?"
Faylin had taken a place towards the front of the group, sitting back into her chair with her arms and legs crossed. Her gaze mostly rested on where Kasper stood with the other male soldiers, separate from her because she was now a suspect in a rather heinous crime.
At some point she had managed to rein in her temper and was now just very tired, perhaps even a bit sad that one of their own had taken advantage what should have been a fun time for the military and ruined it for what could only be their own personal gain. Someone with something against Octavius, surely. She had faith they would figure it all out soon enough.
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 7, 2023 10:35:49 GMT -5
Kasper stood staring anywhere but at the Witches currently all suspects in tonight's horrible turn of events. He was observing Faylin though trying to get her to know he trusted her and knew it wasn't her but if she didn't see it he hoped she knew at least.
He was still only wearing his red vest and arms crossed when the Captain approached him and asked if Kasper noticed anyone missing, "No sir Captain, this looks about like everyone," he would look at Woodwick and ask his own question, "How are we going to figure this out? And I don't want to sound out of line but do you think someone did something to the drinks? Only reason I ask is because I've drunk spiked drinks before and how I felt tonight," he shrugged, "felt like I had a little bit more courage than usual..."
Bex had been attempting to help some folks to the infirmary when she had been stopped before she could leave and directed to the mess hall instead. So much for plan A but she wouldn't be deterred. "Of course," she replied obediently with an easiness in her voice. She moved to the mess hall where her and the other witches who knew how to work the werewolf magic were waiting. She knew nearly all of these women in some capacity, especially as her role as lieutenant.
She looked around at the other ladies with a questioning expression as if trying to figure out who was at fault.
After taking a bit of time with Octavius in the infirmary, probably more than what the Captain Commander had meant, Kat had made her way back to the mess hall. She had nothing to hide, and everything to gain from this witch hunt. Whoever had done this to her partner didn't deserve to breath, and yet as she walked into the room she knew they were there somewhere, still breathing.
Her eyes roved over the group, and while normally she'd sit next to her brother and Faylin, she still wasn't over the whole accusing her of pulling something like that. Even in the moment, it was something she would never had done if the shoe was on the other foot.
So instead she made her way over to stand next to her @bex , someone she could trust in all of this. "I'm going to kill whoever did this to him if they don't." The words were but a whisper, but the heat behind them was blistering.
Warren tried not to let his eyes float toward the witches, lined up and sectioned off from the rest of the mess hall. Tried not to look each of them in the eyes with suspicion. Warren was too old to be turned into the wolf, so he wouldn't have to worry about that much, but the other male lieutenant was still very much a danger. What if the witch who had turned the other man, did the same again? An attempt to escape?
He had to work very hard not to be outwardly angry at the thought. One of their own had been used against them. One of their own had lost their life. Would the witch who had done that damage really care about doing it again? "Good," he said when Kasper confirmed that everyone was accounted for.
The two questions posed had Warren's eyes turning more fully onto Kasper Van Zant, meeting his. Warren was a man very capable of caging his emotions and reigning himself in, but he hadn't even cared to do so when Regan had approached Abbott earlier in the night. He'd been...strangely possessive of her, and that was uncomfortable to think about. Even now he was struggling to reel in his anger. Maybe the man was right. "I cannot say how the Commander plans to find the witch responsible, short of truth serum or an outright confession. They're all very aware of the punishment for the crime committed," he said quietly, taking a breath.
"As for the wine being spiked with a potion, you may be right. People were already acting somewhat strange, even before the wolf was changed. Perhaps you should go look into it, before the wine is discarded and we have no way to be sure. If it's true, whoever is responsible is almost equally to blame for tonight's events." He sighed. "Plus, you being here may put yourself and the rest of us in danger. It's better for you to leave the vicinity of the witches. Find an older officer and send him here to guard them with me until the Commander is ready to see them."
A witch soldier was granted entry and, without so much as a glance at the assembled witches, made her way over to @warren .
“His majesty the king and the captain commander await you and the witches in the throne room. You—” The witch looked at Kasper Van Zant with a furrowed brow, “Should make yourself scarce. Immediately. And if there are any others like you, any who carry the curse, they must leave as well.”
She turned her attention back to Woodwick.
“I have a guard outside that will accompany you.” She’d turn a pointed eye to Kasper Van Zant . She wouldn’t leave until he did. When the Van Zant moved, she’d exit right after him to join her comrades in the corridor.
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 12, 2023 21:23:40 GMT -5
Kasper was about to leave and follow the Captain's orders when the other Witch arrived, "Yes Ma'am I was just leaving, Captain Woodwick just asked me to go investigate the contents of the wine served at tonight's ball," he looked between the Captain and the Witch, "Am I allowed to investigate the kitchen during this?"
Warren was glad to see someone already coming to retrieve the witches. The longer they stewed, the worse it would be. The witch seemed intent to taking the younger lieutenant away, but as the young man posed the question, Warren looked between the two. "As long as he stays away from the witches who know the curse, he should be fine. Someone does need to look into the contents of tonight's wine, whether it be him or someone else. He believes it may have been tampered with."
The young man's relationship with Faylin was not entirely clear to Warren, but they had been duel lieutenants of the paired witches for quite some time. That would naturally inspire some loyalty, which could be why the soldier had been ordered to take him away. Warren couldn't know the woman's orders, but either way worked as long as it was done.
With the sword he'd taken from Othello still looped into his belt, Warren nodded and would wait for Kasper and the other soldier to leave the room. Once they had, he would approach the paired witches. "We're to return to the throne room. All of you line up, single file. Keep arms length distance between yourself and the witch in front of you. Let's go." He rested his hand on the grip of his sword and held the other arm out, ushering the women forward. The guard outside could lead them, while Warren would follow.