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 Regan Lassiter on Apr 12, 2023 11:42:01 GMT -5
Regan was being rude. She knew she was being rude but at present didn’t really have the mental or emotional capacity to care. Regan looked away from Zarha and down at her plate, shoveling food mechanically into her mouth as if it gave her no pleasure. At Zarha’s last words, Regan slowed. She looked back at Zarha Sliva with sadness in her eyes but a scowl on her face.
“Is it though?” Regan let the question sit for a moment before going back to her food. She sopped up the rest of her stew with a piece of bread and packed it into her mouth.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Apr 12, 2023 12:22:43 GMT -5
Even though she saw the scrowl on Regan Lassiter face she saw the sadness. "Of course it is lovely to see you." She doesn't know what Regan feeling at the moment, she was being rude, she doesn't know if she was being rude because she doesn't want to talk. Or because some emotional trauma, if it was the second one she wasn't going her rudeness push her away. As she done so much of it for so long that she wasn't going to let her feel alone.
"I've been working on my skills with the sword since our last session."
Faylin chuckled quietly, scraping up more of the food and raising it to eye level to study it. "It's not. No need to pretend it is." Deciding she was hungry enough to continue eating the food, and satisfied it probably wasn't going to make her ill, she began eating a bit more in earnest.
She shook her head with a grimace, "We still don't know for sure what that is, let alone when we should expect it." She had heard the rumors of course, about the Dresmondi who came to Nevermere and the possibility of going after the Eldouir. Regardless of whether that was happening or not, she knew her and Kasper's paths would most likely diverge from that.
Glancing towards him again, a ghost of a smile tilted up the corners of her mouth. "But... Sergeant Van Zant and I will be going to Coheed at the end of this season, so I suppose whatever it is won't apply to us."
“Yeah, ok,” Ber admitted, watching, faintly bemused, as the lieutenant inspected her food before eating with a bit more gusto. What the mess hall serves might not have been very good, but he’d never say no to food due to taste. “That sounds pretty bad.” At least he was in good company with his dislike of such events.
@faylin might have been waiting for an official announcement, but by now, Ber was confident he knew what that was. One of the perks of having friends in— well, yeah. The timeline, however, had thus far remained elusive, and that didn’t seem like it would change with this conversation.
Her next comment sent his thoughts skittering in different directions. They were sending people to Coheed? Did that mean they were sending some to Cambria too? But— But hadn’t they just recruited all these new people for fighting in Dresmond? Why would they send people to Coheed when there was a war— And then, with a sinking feeling in his stomach: they were still going to Dresmond, right? Surely the events of the ball hadn’t changed that.
His mind latched on to the simplest and least concerning piece of information. “Sergeant… Oh, he got promoted too?” Ber had had the pleasure of enduring the company of his sister the other day, who was apparently now an officer. He didn’t remember that being announced before the ball, but then he supposed things had changed now, hadn’t they.
Faylin nodded slowly, the small smile growing a bit more. "Indeed, with what happened at the ball, they found themselves without a Sergeant to oversee Coheed." Her gaze slid sideways to @berengar, ensuring not to mention names specifically, but allowing him enough information to figure it out. She figured he deserved to know who had been at fault for his injuries.
"So I was promoted to Field Sergeant to oversee Coheed, and Kasper will be my second." This bit of information dimmed the light in her eyes. She had yet to voice her concerns to him, but she feared the difference in power dynamic would cause a strain on their relationship. It was something they would have to navigate carefully.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 23, 2023 13:01:36 GMT -5
“Yeah?” Regan grunted, shoveling down her food so that she could get this all over with. Zarha was a sweet girl. She was committed, the kind of soldier that Nevermere likely needed at this time. But Regan, despite their training sessions, was a poor mentor. And right now, the huntsman was choosing selfish indulgence over being a reasonable human being.
“Well, keep after it,” Regan responded flatly, putting down her fork, “I gotta go.” She stood, taking her tray away and leaving the mess.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Apr 23, 2023 14:05:07 GMT -5
"Yes ma'am. All thanks to you ma'am." She give a weak smile to her. As Regan stood to leave, she stood to leave to show respect however she didn't stop her. She wish that Regan have the confidence she had before the ball. The attack most had a effect on her more then the physical scars that are visable.
How can she explain that physical scars will heal over time, some might stay a lifetime however it help us grow to become a stronger person. That she was more then the scars on her face, like she was the fucking huntsman. Like she is twenty six years of age and she is holding such a high position in the military that even if she climb the ranks in the next eight years she possible won't get as close to such fine title. So for her to hold such a title as that is outstanding in itself and she has to be proud of that.
When she was gone Zarha went and got some food and went to sit in a corner away from everybody cause apart from Ber who she believe doesn't want her to join him she doesn't know anyone and she still nervous about talking to new people.
Courtesy of one newly promoted captain, Ber had already known the witch responsible for unleashing a werewolf upon the unsuspecting attendees, but the new Field Sergeant’s roundabout way of informing him of her predecessor’s crimes did not go unnoticed. Or unappreciated. Pausing in his eating, he glanced to the side and held @faylin ’s gaze for a moment, though the accompanying nod of quiet understanding was likely a little less surprised than she might have expected.
“Well, uh, congrats to both of you, I guess,” He offered, a little awkward. Valana and Van Zant had no doubt earned their promotions, but to have stepped into a position because the last person had turned on her own people was not the most usual or perhaps the most fortuitous circumstances. “Have either of you been to Coheed before?”
Truth be told, Ber wasn’t sure what else there was to do in Coheed. Ber knew that Othello had come from there, but with the way they had called everyone back to Skia, he had assumed the focus would be shifting to Dresmond, not territories that Nevermere had acquired years ago. His priority would have been Dresmond, though he supposed neither he nor anyone around him could claim that he was an impartial judge on that matter.
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 Apr 24, 2023 8:04:39 GMT -5
Suddenly the whole table and about half of the mess hall began to leave, Kasper didn't hesitate to snatch random uneaten food items from passing soldiers none of them really did anything about it. This was Kasper Van Zant the bottomless pit afterall and he still had time to munch before he had to attend to more duties, he needed the energy storages.
Satisfied with the departing first wave Kasper turned his attention back to his sister, "damn you must stink, cleared the whole room out," he joked as he took a bit of bread from each hand so he could really sop up the slop on his tray, "...ca...n...bri...ng," he chewed and swallowed his mouthful, "want to bring the kids over for dinner tonight?"
"Insults and invitations all in one mouthful Kas, sure something else isn't driving them away there chompy?" Laughing she didn't feel like she even had to say yes to the question. Although...
"We could also all pile to the estate and use the empty place for some fun. There's a cook and everything."
She watched everyone start to file out of the mess hall and felt a bit of relief. It would soon be acceptable for them to also file out and get on with their days. She shook her head at Ber's question, "No, to be honest I don't really know much of the kingdom. We have a lot of meetings we have to sit through and a lot of information we have to absorb."
She scraped the last of her food from her bowl and then let her utensil fall with a clatter, "Well, I hope you continue to heal quickly and you're able to fully rejoin the ranks soon." Nodding her farewell, she stood and attempted to catch Kasper's eye before she'd clean up her tray and be on with her day.
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 May 4, 2023 7:51:57 GMT -5
Kasper almost wanted to celebrate the idea of piling into the Winters estate but refrained instead nodding in agreement, "That sounds pretty nice actually, I don't know if all the Van Zants are ready for all of that we'll have to teach them some manners beforehand," seeing Faylin stand and gather her tray to leave Kasper did the same before swiping Kat's desert, "let's do it though, we need the family time before we get shipped out..but time to go back to work, love you sis."
Ber acknowledged Valana’s well-wishes and farewell with a nod of his own before he turned his attention fully to finishing the rest of his meal. Not inclined to spend any longer in the mess hall than strictly necessary, he inhaled his food, cleaned up his tray, and made his own escape.