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!
Kat was, as usual, fashionably late, and already drunk. She had thought the invitation was hilarious, and had shown it to Kasper Van Zant with a laugh. Othello was truly a blessing to the boring days of Nevermere. And just in time to celebrate her husband leaving her and their children. Perfect! Not that she really needed an excuse to be drunk, it helped make certain people worry a little less.
So she had of course invited her brother. For a moment she had thought to invite her prior pair but realized that probably wasn't a good idea. Or a kind thing, and while she normally was fine with flipping anyone off, Octavius wasn't a bad guy.
So she swung in through the door, not caring to be let in. "Oi I heard therz a party!" She had brought booze although it was half drunken. But she also had brought a short sword and matching dagger, the perfect gift for an orphan. A girl's gotta defend herself sometimes, and she had found them while rustling through the Winters Estate. Not to her style, but something to set a gal up for a safe future.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 4, 2023 6:21:53 GMT -5
A drunk @katerina. That seemed way better than having an awkward conversation with Poppy. "Excuse me", he said while getting up from the table. He almost tripped over a dog while making his way over to Kat and wondered who would bring a dog as a plus one to a party. As long as Othello didn't mind, he thought.
"You are in quite the party spirit", he said to her. "Talking of spirit." He turned to the table with the drinks and filled up a glass with whiskey, a double portion, and handed another glass to Kat.
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 7:57:40 GMT -5
A party? Hell yes he was going and it was right next door to their own home which was a double plus because he was getting drunk as shit. He didn't put much thought into his gift either just a cask of his own homemade wine, kids and orphans alike loved wine. He was already pregaming with his flask of liquor (he didn't trust drinking from any form of public drinking anymore) and followed his sister into Othellos. His eyes immediately saw almost every single worker from the Midnight House and his stomach hurt, Othello had actually listened to him, greeeaat.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 4, 2023 12:32:49 GMT -5
Recent events had changed both Regan and the pack forever—but the world beyond it went on turning. At first glance, Regan looked no different than the day she’d returned from Arynn Frey. But anyone that knew her well would see a change in the curve of her smile and the sharpness of her gaze that they couldn’t quite put a finger on. A new confidence in her stride.
She’d received little information about Othello Allemeade ’s housewarming party, other than the where and when. Regan dressed in casual attire, not understanding the fanciness of the affair. Truth be told, even if she did realize that the event called for more extravagant attire, she would have likely dressed in the same fashion. Regan wasn’t eager to put herself in a gown considering what the ball had made of her.
Walking to Othello’s new home, she did idly wonder just who would show up at such a party. Though he was the champion of Nevermere, Othello was still a Coheedsman. An outsider. And, to Regan’s knowledge anyway, he hadn’t many other friends other than herself. But maybe she was wrong.
As Regan approached the door, she heard the raucous sound of an already rolling party instead. Interesting. She entered, and, when the door closed behind her, she looked up and scanned the room and the people in it.
Regan was instantly rooted to the spot. Her mouth opened slightly as her brow pinched together in confusion.
Torsten headed toward Othello's house, holding onto the gift that the man had asked him to bring. It didn't make any sense at all to go to a man's housewarming party with gifts for a woman though. He couldn't fathom why on Terra Nova but then he stopped in his tracks, dropping the ever practical comb and brush gift.
Tor had only met that woman once in his life and it was her screaming at him like a growling savage in a matter where he wasn't even sure where she fit- neither lieutenant, sergeant or captain. Had Othello tricked him into bringing the raging woman a gift? Why would he do that?! The tall man stood about twenty feet from the door, just looking at it. And then he got an eyeful of the people inside - Regan, Abbot, Terach and what looked like hookers!! Dumb-struck and wide eyed, he stood there, totally unsure of what to do next-he was too busy feeling stunned.
It was a sunny day in Nevermere when Berengar Stormcrest was happy to see @katerina walk through the door. Although the metaphorical sun wasn’t blazing, the clouds had thinned, and it was with some relief that he watched the witch and her brother waltz into the party. Winters was a bitch, but if that night in the tavern was anything to go by, Kasper Van Zant seemed alright. Normal and not horrible to be around, at least, which may not have been saying a lot, but given the other officers currently attending the party, well, desperate times and all that.
As if reading his thoughts, the newly promoted sergeant went straight for Artos, and Ber, still crouching by the puppy whose belly he was now rubbing, obligingly inched over to give Van Zant more room. With a grin, Artos lolled his head in the newcomer’s direction, rolling over slightly to sniff him curiously as his tail thumped against the floor. After a moment of curious snuffling, he deemed Van Zant acceptable and went back to demanding belly rubs from Ber.
One hand still on the dog, the soldier looked at Van Zant. “Looks like you’re ahead of the rest of us,” He observed, eyebrows raised in quiet amusement as he nodded toward the liquor flask. “Got the right idea though. Won’t have to keep going to and from the table.” Or being dissuaded from even making it there in the first place.
The sound of the door opening had Ber turning to see Regan Lassiter entering and scanning the room with obvious confusion. One of the people he had actually been looking forward to seeing. Relaxing somewhat, he raised an arm to wave at her from his crouched position, inviting her to come over and meet Artos.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on May 5, 2023 23:28:09 GMT -5
Othello was in 'deep' conversation with Velvet and Divine and by the way his body was swaying, the glaze over his eyes, and the goofy grin on his face the Gifted was well down the path of being drunk. Almost everyone he had invited was here and they were having a good time they were drinking and eating, even a dog for everyone to pet. Everyone was friends here.
That was when the door opened and in stepped the guest of honor, "ladies if you'll excuse me," and the tall blonde walked away before confirmation heading straight for Regan Lassiter a big smile on his face, "You made it!"
Socialise Sliva, she wanted to chase after Warren just so she has somebody to talk to somebody who she feels safe to talk to. She looked around at the people in the room. She noticed that Regan walked in and Othello walked over and welcomed her. She didn't want to overbear her so she stood back a bit.
However she noticed that one of Othello's "friends" started walking towards her Poppy, she think her name is anyway. "What a pretty girl like you standing in a corner by yourself?"
"just taking in the surroundings mostly." she mostly lied to herself.
"can I at least keep you company? i hate to see people alone." [/i" Zarha nodded at her Question. "i am poppy by the way.."
Elletta was a little late, but she'd picked up a couple bottles of rum to go with the gag gift of a nice looking water canteen. She'd seen it, snorted, and then couldn't help but buy it because the witch figured it'd be a funny thing to get the man. The actual gift for whoever the orphan girl in question happened to be was a set of dark ribbons to pull her hair back, be it like a headband or a ponytail. A quick glance at the invitation had been a reminder to dress nice and she had only one other "nice" dres, a grey-ish teal dress, since the one from the ball was ruined but she liked it well enough anyway and put it on. Then the witch was off to the party.
Walking through the door, she grinned at more than just the military faces she recognized and waved at one of the Midnight House girls she recognized. Not from visiting, mind you, but from living in the general vicinity. Hells above, this looked like a hell of a good time. First order of business was putting the bottles of rum and the gift down and then finding Othello Allemeade to see what happened when she gave him the water canteen.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on May 6, 2023 9:23:48 GMT -5
Rhedara didn’t have to be asked twice to go pet the dog, “That sounds good,” she said, totally unaware of the look the prostitute had given @raff. She trotted over to where @berengar, the puppy, and an ever-increasing crowd were gathering to pet the fuzzball. She arrived at about the same time as Kasper Van Zant who already seemed to be well into his cups. The party had barely begun and there was already catching up to do.
“Hello,” she said to the two men, her eyes on the dog, “Can I pet your dog, Stormcrest?” she asked already crouching down to let the puppy sniff her hand before trying to pet it.
She did not immediately notice Regan Lassiter’s arrival, but when she did, her mind immediately thought back to the first and only time she’d ever interacted with the woman. Remembering the growl and the recent rumors about the Huntsman, Rhedara hoped she wasn’t expected to interact with her too much. She only recently realized that Lassiter really had had no authority that time, and that realization planted a little seed of resentment that fought with the anxiety of the memory the woman’s growl brought.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 6, 2023 10:04:41 GMT -5
Ber did catch Regan’s attention, enough for her dumb, dazed stare to linger on him before someone else bumped into her and broke her concentration. The person lay a hand on Regan’s shoulder to steady himself and brush past her. She started to turn.
“Oh, sorry—” Regan recognized his voice immediately. When their eyes locked, Regan's heart dropped through her stomach. Apollo. Regan was no stranger to the Midnight House. The unwelcome memory of despair and bad habits smacked her like a cold wind. Apollo had frozen too, before whispering the two words that she had never thought to hear again so that only they could hear them.
“Hello, kitten.”
It was at that moment that Othello Allemeade arrived. Apollo took the opportunity to chart a swift but inconspicuous path to the other side of the room. Regan swiveled to face Othello.
“What the hell is going on?”
Last Edit: May 6, 2023 11:26:30 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on May 6, 2023 11:15:04 GMT -5
[Blokquote]Othello tipped his cup back and drained it, "what the hell do ya mean? It's a fucking party," she had cussed at him first which was agitating because it was for her too, "It's a house warming party and it's for you too," Elletta would have to wait as Othello turned to face everyone, "Alright friends ! Can I have your attention please? Drinks! Get a drink in your hands," Poppy and Divine and Velvet began handing out drinks, when Othello got two he shoved one in Regan's hand before returning to addressing the crowd, "I want to thank everyone who came tonight, I've never had a home home per say...a hut...few dungeons...two palaces...and once for a long time the sea...I'm not well rounded nor am all that politically correct....per say...," he chuckled at how funny that word sounded, "I'm loud. I enjoy violence. Sometimes I snore," Regan had fussed about that last one a lot, "I probably have head problems but who fuckin' doesn't? Anyways...I have a home now, I have friends and soon all the violence a body can crave!
How did I get all of this you ask? It all started when my bestest friend started a little fire down by the docks at the bay and brought me here. Tonight isn't all about this house, but more so about Regan Lassiter the Huntsman because without you," he turned and raised his glass, "I wouldn't have any of his...Benji...these folks...a purpose without you Regan. This drinks for you! Cheers!"[/blockquote]
Kat laughed as Aldrich Abbott made a hilarious joke about spirits. Puns, they were nothing like a good dirty joke, but they had their time and place. And it was good to know the man had some sense of humor when he wasn't working. Or grabbing at cadets drunk in a bar. Noted. "Thank you Abbott." Taking the glass she pulled the drink down like it was water and she had just finished training for hours.
"More then?" Offering up the bottle she had in her hands to pour, she got slightly distracted as Othello started to shout. At first she just figured he was talking, the man tended to be loud for Nevermere standards, but it became clear it was a toast so she turned.
And frowned. Of course this whole fucking party was for Regan Lassiter . Despite the reason she hated the woman so much being dead, she found it was still easy to hate her. Maybe she should run her through with the sword and dagger gift. That would be fun. "Ho-fucking-ray" Rolling her eyes Kat took a sip right out of the bottle.
She was going to need to get obliterated and forget all this.
As Warren fixed himself a glass of whiskey, he nodded his head to those at the table and returned Zarha Sliva with both glasses in hand. By the the time he made his way back, someone else had taken begun to converse with her - one of the women that Othello had invited to the party, one who had previously been speaking with Aldrich Abbott, he'd noted. Regardless, he approached both women, offering Zarha the wine she had requested. "My apologies, Ms. Sliva, the party is rather full, isn't it?" He then nodded his head to the new woman, whom he'd heard introduce herself to Zarha as Poppy.
"I apologize for not bringing you a drink as well, Miss," he said, taking a drink from his whiskey. The woman looked him up and down, a brow lifting as she smiled.
"Another military man, ay?" She said, and Warren looked down at himself to see if something from his plain suit gave him away. "No, dear, it's the way you stand," she said, reaching to brush something off of the shoulder of his jacket. Something by the door caught her attention, though, and she gave a little wink to Zarha. "Excuse me, dears, duty calls." With that, she was gone to the table, making sure everyone in the house got their drinks. Warren turned, moving to stand next to Zarha as his eyes fell on Regan. As Othello began to make his speech, the smaller Huntsman next to him looked like a deer in lantern lights.
"Cheers," Warren agreed with the group, lifting his glass and taking a sip. Then, knowing Regan likely had enough attention on her for the moment, he returned his to Zarha. "I believe I saw you come with someone, Ms. Sliva. Is he in the military? I don't recognize him."
Post by Zarha Sliva on May 7, 2023 12:50:47 GMT -5
Zarha relaxed when @warren arrived back with her drink. "Thank you, Sir." giving him as she accepted the drink. When Poppy informed that Warren looked like a military man, Zarha couldn't help but laugh a little but she tries to hide it by drinking the wine. There was still a hint of smile that was poking throw the corner of the drink as Poppy left to sort out drinks.
However when she winked at her she just bowed her head not really knowing how to respond to that as her attention fell on Regan and Othello. There was a smile on her face, when she saw Regan in the mess hall she felt like she was having a hard time so for all of them to be there to celebrate her was a nice thought on Othello's part. "Cheers." Zarha raised her glass as a toast.
Zarha looked up to Warren when he asked about her plus one. "Yeah that is Ajax, he is my neighbor's Nephew. He works at a blacksmith. He only hear because I had nobody else to ask and the invitation says a plus one." She explained. "Did you come here with someone?"