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!
Tradition was the backbone of society, the intangible bonds that connected generations and helped transform a collection of individuals into a cohesive unit. But it was a lumbering beast, slow and unwilling to change, and that became increasingly visible the higher one climbed in society. Traditionally, the women of Nevermere belonged in the kitchens and in service to the men. Though much had changed on paper and in practice in the past few decades, the views of many established nobles had not.
It was a perspective that Alinore, despite her position, regularly dealt with, and she had little doubt that she alone faced such challenges.
Bex Brekker was a witch whose reputation preceded her. With her distinctive short hair, the newly promoted field sergeant was easy enough to recognize - as was the unease in all those around her who were intimidated by powerful women. It always struck Alinore as rather quaint how some people thought witches of any influence required anything more of them than the groveling and obedience that already came to them so naturally. Today, however, she required neither, for she had not visited the military wing for them. Having made her way to the other witch’s office, Alinore knocked politely on the door and waited to be let inside.
Bex was in her office going over some of her plans and hopes for when she would be in Coheed next season. She wasn't looking forward it, at least not much. The idea of going into such a women oppressive location was not exactly high on her to do list. Sure, there had been improvements since they had moved under Nevermere rule but that didn't mean there was a lot of work to be done. She knew it would be a frustratingly slow process and that it would be in their best interest to really focus on the younger generation if they wanted to see true change, essentially waiting for the old men and their ideals to die out.
She was lost in though and the knock at her door woke her from her stupor. She pushed back the parchment she'd been staring at and stood to open the door. She had assumed it would be a soldier but instead she found the woman over foreign affairs at her door. How unexpected. "Lady Thornhill, come in," she said, pulling the door open wider and stepping back inside as she moved to stand behind her desk, not sitting just yet. "To what do I owe your visit?" she asked, always to the point.
“Field Sergeant Brekker,” Alinore replied in turn, stepping inside the office with a nod as she was invited in. A curious glance around showed that it was as spartan and orderly as she might have expected from the witch standing before her. Keeping her hands folded delicately in front of her, she turned her attention back to said witch. “I expect you’re very busy, so I shall only take a moment of your time.” A common courtesy, of course, but she had heard enough about Bex Brekker that she was willing to remain standing for the duration of what she expected to be a short interaction. Not to mention that it would be rude to sit unless invited. “I merely wished to offer my congratulations for your promotion. It is quite the accomplishment.” A pause. “I hear you will be away in Coheed for a time.”
Ah, a simple congratulations it seemed. Though straight from the woman over foreign affairs certainly caught Bex's attention. "Thank you, I'm honored to have been considered for such a role. I've worked hard to make my mark and it is rewarding to see it hasn't gone unnoticed."
At the mention of Coheed however, Bex was even more interested in why Alinore was really here. "Would you like to take a seat?" she offered, stepping back from the door. If she agreed then Bex would sit in front of her desk, if not she would remain standing. "That's true. I will. I am meant to leave at the start of next season." Truth be told she was rather dreading it. Of all places to go, Coheed would be her bottom choice. But it was still an honor nonetheless and she was interested to explore what Magda had been getting up to which was a direction she'd been given by the Captain Commander.