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!
Raff poured the whiskey out with a free hand, filling several glasses for anyone who wanted it. He made eye contact with both Captain @warren and Lieutenant Aldrich Abbott showing them the generously filled drinks and made sure they got their share first. He paused for a few minutes at the table to share a shot with him and take a look around. Othello's house had filled up quickly and it made him smile to see the familiar faces. both @katerina and Kasper Van Zant had arrived, making the known friends circle complete.
When Othello Allemeade spoke, Terach noticed that not only was Rhedara Shannon across the room, but the Midnight house women were making their rounds with drinks so he headed toward Red's side with a drink for each of them. That's when simultaneously he saw Regan Lassiter and heard the large man begin a toast, his loud voice rising above the noise of the growing crowd.
The speech gave him pause to ruminate that Allemeade was still wearing a collar even though he was supposedly 'free...' Did Lassiter have the control on that slave collar? Something about that free but collared thing bugged him and he saved that subject for later. Right now, he had a pretty girl by his side again and the alcohol was flowing.
He nodded at @berengar briefly and asked Red, "One helluva party huh? Looks like the Van Zants got here so the party is officially in high gear now! Didya make friends with the pup?"
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 13:55:37 GMT -5
A self-assured grin formed on his face when @katerina laughed at his joke. Drunk people were an easy audience, but it was a welcome change of pace after having spent the last fifteen minutes by himself. She downed the glass like it was nothing. A woman to his heart. Aldrich did the same. Kat offered to refill the glass, and he held it out for her so she could pour him another. He liked this vibe she had going on. He could get behind getting drunk and pretending like this party wasn't a bit awkward. People from all kinds of positions drinking together, celebrating Regan. A memo he hadn't understood, apparently.
He was surprised when he saw her walk in. The man hadn't seen her since the night they had shared in the equipment shack. He got distracted by Kat's voice, and looked at her. "Not a fan of the orphan, ages 5 to 25?" he asked, without judgement. His personal opinion of Regan didn't matter now. He downed the glass and gently took the bottle from the witch to refill his glass before giving her the bottle back.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: May 7, 2023 13:56:51 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Rhedara Shannon approached them, and Ber suddenly had the sneaking suspicion that he might have made a mistake in bringing Artos. More often than not, his interactions with the dog took place on the fringes of Skia or in the woods outside the city, whereas Temperance and Thom usually accompanied Artos when he ventured into the city proper. Although his expectations for the party had been quite difference, Ber had nevertheless failed to consider the amount of attention that a puppy would draw.
“Uh, sure,” He told Shannon, somewhat awkward. Artos had decided for him anyway. Tail thumping on the floor once more, the puppy wiggled over onto his front to sniff Shannon’s hand and give it a few slobbery licks before flopping over to invite her to rub his belly.
Regan got waylaid, which was unfortunate because @raff had apparently decided to join them too. As the lieutenant handed off a drink to Shannon, Ber returned the nod, and when neither of them showed any inclination of leaving, he once again questioned his decision to bring the puppy to the party. He didn’t have long to do that, however, because he was distracted by someone from the Midnight House shoving a drink in his own hand and Othello’s voice subsequently booming out across the room. The speech meandered in typical Othello fashion, but once he got to the end, Ber tossed his drink back after the cheer alongside everyone else. It clicked, all of a sudden, who the orphan girl was.
Perhaps he ought to have guessed that, given what he’d known about her. Well, she liked whiskey at least, so the gift he brought wasn’t a total miss.
Thanks to Othello's naturally loud and boisterous voice, Torsten heard the reason for the party was actually confirmed for Lassiter. He picked up the comb and brush set, and headed toward the party with determination. He was invited by Othello and the purpose of the party was to give Lassiter presents so Tor figured that he'd at least complete the task. He wasn't at all sure if he'd stay but at last he'd have done what Othello had asked of him. Torsten said he'd be here so he stepped forward toward Regan Lassiter after the toast, with the gifts in his outstretched hands.
"I think these are supposed to go to you Miss Lassiter."
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 7, 2023 17:28:14 GMT -5
As Othello spoke, Regan continued to scan the room in a way that was increasingly frantic. She recognized more than a few women from the Midnight House. Regan’s eyes fell on Poppy just in time to see the woman brush a little something off @warren ’s shoulder. Immediately she turned beet red and continued her examination of the room as Othello give his toast. It was a strange assortment of faces. Zarha Sliva . @berengar . @katerina ? And Aldrich Abbott , apparently, whose presence only served to accelerate the dawning horror on Regan’s features.
Regan startled when Othello said her name. She did not raise her glass with the others. Instead, she just stood there, glass in hand, her dumb stare having returned to @warren . Her brow scrunched up, mouth opening to say something to Othello when—
"I think these are supposed to go to you Miss Lassiter."
Regan didn’t recognize @torsten at first—other than recognizing that he was tall, and handsome, and vaguely familiar. She took what she was offered: a brush and comb. Her brow twisted into a tighter, comically-confused furrow.
Well, that confirmed who the orphan girl was and Elletta didn't have any feelings about Regan Lassiter one way or the other. Even prior to the ball, she didn't particularly care despite the various rumors floating around the huntsman. She was a decent soldier if her promotions were anything to go by, at least.
So with a grin she passed off the ribbons she'd brought as a gift. "Best be lookin' at Othello Allemeade fo' that answer, Miss Lassiter."
"Well, smithing is a fine trade," Warren said of the young man Zarha had brought along with her. Though he found it odd that the young man, a stranger to the group in all likelihood, was socializing without Zarha, he couldn't judge the situation entirely. He certainly had no idea how young people courted these days, and as for the old, well if he were an example, he didn't seem to be very good at sticking to the old ways, either.
Another drink from his glass and he caught Regan's eyes. She clearly hadn't been expecting this party to be for her, and as far as he knew Othello had kept it secret from most people. Though, admittedly, Warren could have hashed out that the orphan girl comment on the invitation related to Regan, but he would have thought Othello would have just mentioned her by name. The Allemeade meant well, though, and his words were genuine. Regan deserved the praise, even if she wasn't entirely comfortable with it. That he could sympathize with. The gifts idea might have been a little much, though.
"No, no plus one for me, Ms. Sliva," Warren said, eyes still lingering on Regan, though eventually pulling away again once she was distracted. "I had hoped to bring my niece, Evangeline, but she's...well, she's busy." That was a lie, and he didn't like to lie. It just seemed easier than explaining that Evangeline had opted not to come because she was angry with him for not retiring from the military after the events of the ball. He hadn't felt comfortable bringing any of the others, due to their age, but now that he knew Othello had invited prostitutes, he was glad Evangeline hadn't come.
Zarha shrugs slightly as she takes a sip of her drink."umm I guess so. His aunt seems to be proud of him." She wasn't interested in him they barley talked well not that she socialized much anyway. "Me and Ajax are just friends there is nothing more than plain friendship." well mostly because she was doing it as a favour to his aunt he was too friendly. Also, he is possibly off somewhere chatting up a female.
"I would of loved to meet your Neice." But she looked in the direction Poppy went. "But yeah maybe another time." As she looked back at Warren she noticed that he was looking at Regan. Right...Zarha looked away for a moment thinking that he wanted to talk to her because he enjoys her conversation. Not because he was waiting to talk to Regan.
"It nice what Othello did for the Huntsman." Even though she spoke her words there was a hint of jealousy in it. As she knocked quiet a bit of her drink down.
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 8, 2023 7:09:46 GMT -5
Kasper just naturally connected with animals, especially dogs, but now that he thought about it the Van Zants never really had pets growing up (besides the few little critters like mice that the young ones tried to sneak) because they were poor for the most part and had enough mouths to feed why make an innocent dog suffer?
When someone else came over to pet the dog Kasper just moved aside. He didn't feel much like conversing, he just wanted to drink and maybe sing a little tune or something but the Champion was loudly boasting about his gains since his capture arrival and he was thanking Regan Lassiter. He took he cup offered but immediately sat it down, no way in the fuck was he drinking drinks he hadn't prepared himself, so he raised his flask to Regan...mumbling here here before taking a deep drink from his personal flask.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 8, 2023 8:18:58 GMT -5
Regan stopped breathing when her eyes caught @warren’s, but as soon as the moment came it was gone. It had been a brief reprieve from the reality of just what it was Othello had put together. She heard @elletta’s words but didn’t direct her eyes to the source. Instead, she dragged her eyes to Othello Allemeade. There are was no smile—just red-faced mortification and bristling irradiation.
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 8, 2023 13:54:10 GMT -5
Othello in his drunken stupor was starting to match Regan's apparent anger with his own, his entire face was replaced with redness as once again she was not appreciative of this gesture, "Sure why the fuck not," he belted out and cut right across the room heading straight for his room, he didn't care or notice the people he cut through either as he grabbed a full bottle of unopened liquor. As he shoved the door open he entered the mostly empty room save for the bed where he tore into the bottle of liquor with haste, "What do you want to talk about?" he then chugged from the bottle as he waited.
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 8, 2023 14:14:52 GMT -5
Regan didn't care that Othello was angry. The fact he had the nerve to show his petulance only added to her ire. She stalked after him, though not with the same utter lack of propriety he demonstrated. It was only when the door closed behind her that she wheeled around on her heel. Regan's eyes flashed, her face still red.
“You invited a bunch of whores? Are you out of your damn mind?" Her tone was a venomously hissed whisper, "Do you know what that could do to the people in that room if Hadrian found out? Especially with the crackdowns he's been doing? You could cost Warren or Zarha or any of them their job."
Last Edit: May 8, 2023 14:15:00 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 8, 2023 14:30:48 GMT -5
"First of all I didn't hire them to fuck anyone! I hired them to fill this place out a bit because you have about zero fucking friends Regan, if anyone feels guilty about it well thats on them stay out of the Midnight House," Othello yelled back, he hadn't moved from the center of the room where he stood, "Second this isn't a whore house, it's my home where I'm doing nothing more than trying to have a party for you to show some appreci-fucking-ation! I did this for you all of it but ya' know wha'," a old speech pattern creeped out, "We'll leave," he was belligerent and darkness was closing around his eyes as he shoved past swinging the door open, "All the whores get out! Fuck this," he grabbed another bottle of liquor and without another word he left his own house yellng, "Stay or don't I don't give a shit!"
Post by Rhedara Shannon on May 8, 2023 14:53:19 GMT -5
She could have done without the dog spit all over her hand, but the puppy was so cute, she forgave it. She rubbed the dog’s belly, searching for just the right spot to make his leg shake, and let him know what a good boy he was.
She looked up from the dog to say something to @berengar, but Othello Allemeade started his toast. Rhedara started to step toward some of the midnight house ladies since they had drinks, but @raff appeared with a drink for her before she could do more than shift her weight. Taking the drink from him, she smiled in thanks. She raised the glass with everyone else and drank. Woof! It was whiskey…she knew he was probably going to get that, but she’d forgotten. She put the back of her hand in front of her mouth to try and muffle the coughs, but her eyes watered as she felt the burn of the liquid warm her belly, “Forgot to prepare myself!” She said when the coughing subsided.
Rhedara again found herself opening her mouth to reply to Raff, but Othello snapped something at Regan Lassiter and they both vanished into a room. More shouting came from the room followed by Othello storming out telling the prostitutes to leave. What in the world did the two of them argue about?
She stared at the door a moment before turning to Raff, “I guess this means we should also leave?”
Still standing outside, he heard Othello and Regan start yelling at each other. so it was a good cue to leave. Considering the hookers already inside, he figured it would just be best to head back to the barracks. Not like he was the partying type anyway.