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.
UPDATES
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!
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 Apr 4, 2023 11:39:48 GMT -5
Cassian stood from the table, oblivious of her attempt to hide the damage she had done. He’d head straight for his study, trusting her ability to keep up. That is, to walk just behind him, almost beside, as was appropriate.
Upon entering the study he’d trust her to close the door behind him. Cassian headed for his desk, thinking through what kinds of notices he would need to write up to be issued.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 4, 2023 11:45:27 GMT -5
Regan followed, thinking she wished she’d grabbed the rest of the roll before they’d left. She’d been healed, yes, but for a plethora of reasons didn’t feel all that great. More than anything, she wanted a drink but had a feeling that wasn't really in the cards for now.
Regan closed the door behind them. Cassian headed for his desk, and so did Regan. She's pull one of the chairs on the other side, reserved for meetings, a little closer to the desk than was necessary before she slumped into it.
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 Apr 6, 2023 12:40:15 GMT -5
At one point in time, the way Regan hovered would have driven Cassian mad. He wouldn't have stood for it. He valued being alone in the silence, giving him time to process the world around him. He was introverted, and needed time away. But those weeks...months of sickness had changed things. She had come, bee there for him, and found a place to sit in silence that allowed him to still think while no being alone.
They adopted this habit now. She was close, but he didn't mind. He ignored her, and if she minded then she didn't let on. Cassian had a piece of parchment and a quill and set to writing notes about what all needed to change in the military. The only sound between them was the scratching of his quill and their breathing.