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 Kimora Llewellyn on May 6, 2023 14:28:33 GMT -5
The Arynnite forces were on their way. It had been a very long time since the Arynnite military had been deployed in such a fashion. That wasn't to say that they were amateurs. The Peacekeepers were trained soldiers, ready to protect the nation. They were being summoned with the use of the pendants that had been in production for some time.
As the reports of the assaults on the wall continued to come in, the soldiers would be assigned to react. At sea, it was the navy that was being readied to attempt to counter the attack. The forces were still being readied, when they were prepared, portals would be opened to get them to where they needed to be.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on May 6, 2023 14:36:23 GMT -5
Hiram grinned at the site of the chaos his presence created. He basked it in for a moment—but only for a moment. His senses were on high alert, aware of the blood about him, sensitive to the magic within. He also noticed which Dresmondi hung back, and which were responding.
“Have the ground swallow them up.” He said to @donovan, pointing towards the twenty with their enchantments. A quick air painting later and they should be taken care of, eh?
As for Camus, he and his dyr were still some distance away, as the Eldouir had landed on the edge of the camp and hasn’t simply sat by as they approached. With a flick of his hand, Hiram would seek to manipulate the blood in the animal’s trunk, forcing the trunk to turn upwards until it was pointed back at itself, potentially causing it to endure its own fire.
“I’d stop right there and listen if I were you.” He bellowed. A warning. A mercy from the head Eldouir. He would only be able to say more if he wasn’t being attacked…
Adeline went to work on the vast body of water that pushed up against the eastern wall. She created a shelf of ice that doubled as their place to stand and also acted as a barrier for the waves that continued to push against them. Turning her full concentration to the water around them, she froze it all the way down to the bottom of the wall, then shifted the ice away so Alistair would have full access to blast apart the stone.
As Alistair progressed, she would follow him, moving the shelf of ice along the wall as quickly or as slowly as needed.
Donovan had only an instant to turn his horrified face on @yeva as she commented about tasting dyr meat. What an absolutely dreadful girl.
But Hiram's command quickly snapped his attention back to where it needed to be. With a smirk, Donovan lifted his hand and his fingers moved quickly, his eyes glazing over slightly as he focused on the image in his mind, that being the ground in front of them with a giant hole under where the soldiers with enchantments were currently standing.
An instant later the hole would appear, hopefully allowing all of the soldiers to fall into it. And just as quickly as Donovan had painted the hole into the ground, his fingers whipped through the air again, painting the scenery as it had been before the ground had opened, sealing all of the soldiers within for a nice dirt nap.
Drystan let his mist fall to the ground and spread thin along it. He stretched to the walls, then up them, then trickling over the edges. Any soldiers and workers to be found would find themselves with tendrils of mist, blocking mouths and noses so that no air was accessible. A silent, invisible but deadly companion to the magma monster below.
Yeva cackled at @donovan's reaction while multiple limbs sprouted. Several legs longer than her own that lifted her up to where her head was just above Hiram Eldouir's, and more arms fanned out around her that began grabbing knives from the satchel at her hip. The smile on her face stretched until there were more teeth that should be humanly possible.
Just an eldritch horror child perched behind Hiram, waiting for his command.
Myla would only go so far northeast until she turned back to Elena. She didn’t like the idea of being far from her. So she would meet up with her and the two work continue to work on ripping down the wall to the south, and just to watch Elena Eldouir smile and hear that laughter of hers, Myla built a ball of red pulsing energy in her hands and once it was bigger than her, sent it straight down the middle of the wall, bowling down the dirt as far as the eye could see before she let it go. “Come on, you are moving so slow.” She teased.
The twenty were swallowed. Of course, Donovan wasn't the only one who could manipulate the earth. There were many of the Dresmondi here who had been using their powers to raise the earth to build the wall. For the time being though, they would remain hidden biding their time.
Camus saw his companions swallowed. The man didn't dare turn his head to see what fate awaited those who were running for fear of drawing the Eldouirs attention towards them. Instead, the man tightened his grip on his spear. He dreamed of throwing it, sending it crashing into Hiram's chest where it could find whatever passed for the demon's heart. A pleasant dream.
Mercy would let out a trumpeting shriek as she felt Hiram Eldouir's powers affect her trunk. The dyr would slow in her charge a little, battling with all of her might to avoid spraying her partner still sitting on her shoulders with her flame. Camus raised his gaze, unable to conceal all of his fear as he faced the monsters who had destroyed his beloved homeland.
The Eldouir would continue their relentless attack on the wall. Elena Eldouir and @myla would make the most progress, their gifts naturally suited to the kind of destruction that was required. Azazel Eldouir too would gain ground, as the Arynnites had presented no meaningful way to slow his progress. His fists slammed against the wall and crumbled—making it clear that this particular attack would serve him well. Elsewhere, @adeline and @alistair continued to take down the wall in chunks like dynamite on a mountain face.
Akagi Llewellyn ’s message was delivered to the calvary peacekeepers, who would obey his commands. The daring scouts Akagi Llewellyn dispatched would begin to make their way to the areas of the wall under attack. The prince would then depart for Nevermere, leaving the military strategy to fall to his mother Kimora Llewellyn alone. Her order for the navy to be readied would be carried out alongside the amassing of other soldiers. Portal keys were used to open up entry and escape routes, but the door-sized portals were limiting. @calliope ’s forces would flood one-by-one in quick succession out of a handful of Dresmondi wagons.
At the Dresmondi camp, the twenty enchantment-wielding refugees were swallowed up into the earth. Camus ’s dyr was blasted by her own flames, but not mortally injured. The valiant Dresmondi would hear Hiram Eldouir ’s warning, as would the other Dresmondi before the Arynnite soldiers started to trickle in.
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- POST TIMING:You will have 48 hours to reply, so please plan accordingly and take posting order into account. We will not wait for your character, and if they are a central part of an exchange then they will still be factored into what is taking place. Their actions (or inaction) will be narrated by the CN.
- SPECIFICITY OF ACTION: In the interest of fairness, the CN will actively avoid asking OOC clarifying questions about posts. This indirectly rewards vagueness, as it gives the opportunity for players to 'adjust' their actions knowing what others have done since. Please be as detailed with your character's actions as possible. Any vagueness of action will be left up to the principles of realism and the discretion of the CN. If you have any questions about this, please contact Rigby .
- IMPORTANT NOTES: Unless otherwise noted, Kimora Llewellyn will be responsible for dictating the actions of Arynnite troops on the wall and elsewhere. Please be as specific as possible as to their orders and actions. @calliope will be responsible for narrating the actions of troops at the refugee camp. There are currently 75 Arrynnite troops at the camp. The scouts Akagi Llewellyn sent out are marked with green circles. Camus will narrate the responses of NPC Dresmondi refugees.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on May 8, 2023 10:44:27 GMT -5
A loud rumbling was heard with each pound of Azazel’s relentless fists, as determined as a man pounding into a woman for the sake of his own selfish pleasure. It wasn’t meant to be pleasant, but purposeful. He continued to act to tear down the wall, to send cracks through the stone facade that would crumble away to reveal the weakness that passiveness would not save Arynn Frey from the ferocity of the Eldouir.
Post by Elena Eldouir on May 8, 2023 10:49:46 GMT -5
Their task soon took on a game like quality. @myla and Elena were a powerful duo, not only because of their powerful gifts but because they had paired up many, many times before. They were together as beautifully as a harmonious melody.
The laughter continued as Elena picked up Myla’s challenge and began to work even more efficiently. She used her telekinesis to push the weakened spots of the wall created by both herself and Myla, forcing them aggressively away and towards the Arynn Frey side of the wall, hoping if anyone was on the other side that whatever came flying at them would cause damage or, preferably, death.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on May 8, 2023 13:20:27 GMT -5
How long had the Eldouir family underestimated Donovan? Too long. Hiram smirked at the work of the man. It was probably his pathetic physical skills that had kept him in the shadows all this time.
Once the ground swallowed the troops except for the one stop the elephant Hiram took a step forward.
“We have come to show you mercy.” He declared it to the man on the elephant, or any still standing by and listening. “This is it: return to Dresmond. Return to Elderkeep, and you will be spared.” He spread his hands as he said it.
“Remain here…and die.” He angled his face towards aye a, though kept his attention on the Dresmondi.
A frown twisted the features of the young Queen as she continued to watch Alistair work on the wall. She gave very little care about the chunks of stone flying everywhere, only thickening the ice around them for protection as needed. She had expected some sort of counter attack, but perhaps the Arynnites were foolish enough to think the ocean protected them.
With a huff, Adeline turned her attention the wall and began snaking her ice in among the cracks that Alistair's detonations were creating in what was left standing, attempting to help weaken the wall further and bring it down faster.
Donovan's eyes were bright with the thrill of conflict. He caught Hiram's smirk but couldn't be sure what it meant, but it didn't matter. He was far too caught up in the elation of his role in this whole affair.
Not even Yeva's dreadful transformation could ruin this for him. He spared her a glance before turning his attention to the Dresmondi before them, waiting with great anticipation for their next move.
Yeva was a bloodthirsty one and with Hiram letting loose her leash, she launched herself forwards at the encampment. Whether she was slashing with them or throwing them at moving targets, the knives in her multiple hands would find their ways to the throats of the dyrs and dresmnodi. Following her was the sound of demented giggling.