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 Aldrich Abbott on May 6, 2023 13:31:53 GMT -5
[For @berengar]
Another day, another little Aldrich plan. It was the day after the assessment, before Arynn Frey had sent Nevermere the news about the Eldouir, which meant everyone was still doing their old duties. Berengar was still on staff duty, which Aldrich would use to his advantage. He had informed the young man that he needed to be at the Sour Sailboat at nine in the evening. The Lieutenant had given little information as to why, but most of the time, soldiers knew better than to ask questions. He had mentioned that they were on duty, and that was all Stormcrest needed to know. There had been some trouble in town lately, lots of brawls and drunken people disrupting the peace. A soldier on staff duty was perfect for this shift. Normally Aldrich would concern himself with shifts such as these, but had decided to tag along.
So that evening, the Lieutenant stood in front of the establishment, waiting for Stormcrest to arrive. His cigarette dangled between his lips while he removed some dirt from under his nails.
Another day, another example of Abbott being a pain in Ber’s ass. Earlier that day, he had seen fit to inform the soldier that he was expected at the Sour Sailboat Tavern that night, and he must have spent too much time around Woodwick because the lieutenant’s directions rivaled the captain’s in utter uselessness with regards to clarifying what exactly he could expect to do there.
Needless to say, Ber was not pleased about any of it. He was tired after a long day spent fighting with needle and thread to patch up worn down uniforms and wanted to do nothing more than collapse in bed for the night. Instead, nightfall had found him preparing to head out into the city for more work, and nine in the evening found him approaching the tavern. Abbott waited out front. “Lieutenant,” Ber said to catch the other man’s attention as he drew near.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 5:05:47 GMT -5
Stormcrest's arrival was announced by his voice addressing Aldrich. The man looked up from his hands, took a drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke while greeting the soldier with a nod. "Stormcrest." He threw the cigarette down and extinguished it by crushing it under his boot. "Tonight's goin' to be boring, so be prepared. We're here to maintain public order."
The man would turn to open the door, giving it another push so it would stay open for Berengar while he walked through it. Once inside, he would nod at the barkeeper before walking over to a table in the back where they'd have a good view of the tavern. He pulled back a chair and used another one to rest his feet on. There were two more chairs at the table, so Ber could sit too. Patrolling had never been a task that he enjoyed doing, but that being said, he also wasn't here just to keep Berengar company. They'd have another talk.
Abbott turned away to enter the tavern, and with the other man’s back to him, Ber took the opportunity to silently run a hand down his face. After the utterly painful stakeout with Woodwick a season ago, the soldier was of the opinion that he had more than paid his dues with regards to time spent trapped in a tavern with an irritating lieutenant. He had suffered through hours of excruciating small talk because they’d needed to blend in with the other customers, and sitting in silence and glowering at Woodwick would have attracted undue attention.
Ber was not in the mood for a repeat experience with Abbott as the man seemed determined to live up to his predecessor’s standard of being an infuriating lieutenant.
Silently, he followed Abbott to the table in the back corner and sat with his back to one wall, leaving an empty seat between him and the lieutenant. Dark eyes gave the room a cursory scan, resting for a moment longer on a group across the tavern when it let loose a loud chorus of laughter, before he crossed his arms and settled back into his chair. Keenly aware of the other man seated at the table, he almost asked Abbott why he was here and why Ber needed to do this instead of some other poor sod, but upon reflection, he preferred the silence to any amount of conversation. Maybe Abbott would get bored and leave. That would be ideal.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 6:10:01 GMT -5
Poor little Ber had no idea that getting bored and leaving wasn't Aldrich's plan for the night. He had prepared himself by taking a nap in the afternoon, and he was ready for a night of small talk and keeping an eye on costumers. But small talk was only a part of the bigger scheme of things. The barkeeper came over and put a bottle of whiskey and two glasses down. Aldrich nodded at him. They had an understanding, an agreement if you will. They would keep an eye on the tavern, and the tavern owner would provide them with liquor. The Lieutenant filled up two glasses and pushed one in Berengar's direction. "You've done surveillance like this before?" he asked while nodding at the glass, urging the soldier to drink from it.
Movement caught Ber’s attention, and he watched as the barkeep approached their table with— Was that alcohol? Oh thank the stars. This night was still shaping up to be painful, but at least he got some free whiskey out of it. Although Ber couldn’t - wouldn’t let himself - get the desired level of drunk because he was on duty, something to drink was better than nothing.
After Abbott poured each of them a glass, the soldier reached for his and swallowed some down without even recognizing the prompting. The whiskey was actually not that bad, at least one step above the cheapest fare that Ber usually purchased. Perks of being an officer, probably. Glancing at the bottle to see if he recognized it, he answered the lieutenant’s question with a short, “Yes.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 6:41:41 GMT -5
Aldrich would try to make Ber forget about being on duty by the end of the night. There was plenty of whiskey where this bottle came from, and getting the soldier drunk enough to start talking freely was what he was aiming for. Aldrich threw his drink back and filled up his glass a second time, already topping Ber's glass off again even though he had only taken one sip. "Tell me about that."
Ber blinked as Abbott threw back his glass of whiskey and immediately refilled it as if they were here to socialize instead of work. He even reached over and refilled the small portion of Ber’s drink that the soldier had already consumed. That was unexpected. Sure, sitting in the corner of the room while waiting to stop fights that might never occur was hardly the most exciting activity, but work was work. A little nonplussed, he took another swallow of the whiskey before turning his gaze back toward the other patrons in the tavern.
“It was a stakeout. Captain Woodwick was there too,” He explained briefly, mentally concluding the statement with and it was the opposite of fun. Customers sat scattered around the tavern mostly in twos or threes, but it was still on the early side for anything eventful to start happening. The loud group across the tavern laughed again. ”It was during the day though. Not at night.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 7:22:39 GMT -5
A little work had never came in between him and his bottles of whiskey. He was a functioning alcoholic, and it would take quite a lot of liquor for him to become useless and a sloppy drunk. His eyes wandered over the people in the tavern after he had refilled their glasses, holding his glass up to his face while doing so. The loud group wasn't causing any trouble (yet), so he took a sip of the whiskey before placing the glass down on the table. Berengar told him about another surveillance he had done, with Captain Woodwick apparently, and Aldrich nodded absent-mindedly along. It did catch his attention that it was during the day. "Surveilling at night is far more interesting. Especially in a place like this." Was is really, though? If nobody caused trouble, it was just a good excuse to enjoy some drinks. But some soldiers still had to learn that that didn't mean that they had to cause disruption themselves. He had helped clean up another tavern a few weeks back with Sliva after one of their soldiers had started throwing glasses and bottles around. The damages had been deducted from his pay, and he had been out on staff duty. It had been a good opportunity to talk to the young woman, though. It felt like they had made a breakthrough that day. "Was it also at a tavern?" He was already starting to bore himself with the small talk.
Ber nodded, mostly indifferent. While the likelihood of any fights certainly increased as the night grew longer, he figured their occurrence was more dependent on the patrons of a given night than anything else. Still, after a neutral “Good to know” and another sip of the whiskey, Ber settled in for a repeat experience of waiting in a tavern with an officer - even down to the excruciating small talk.
Abbott asked about the location of the stakeout, and he nodded. “The Drop In.” A brief pause as he tried to figure out why that didn’t sound quite right. “The Do Drop In. Something like that. It’s further out.” Located in one of the seedier parts of the city, the Do Drop In sat on the outskirts of Skia and served a stew that, to Ber’s notably unrefined palate, had been decent. Their alcohol hadn’t been that bad either, though Woodwick had only allowed each of them half a glass to drink. If he was honest, Ber was still surprised that even that much alcohol had been involved, but between Woodwick and Abbott, maybe drinking on the job was more common than he knew about among lieutenants. The soldier pondered this silently as he swallowed another sip of the whiskey.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 9:05:46 GMT -5
The Do Drop In. It didn't really ring a bell, so Aldrich returned to his drink while scanning the room once more. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to the soldiers, which was more than fine by him. He took another, bigger sip now, and eyed the private. "You drink like a girl, Stormcrest", he said, a daring tone in his voice, but not a rude or disrespectful one. "Not used to drinking, are ya?"
Abbott’s words had Ber’s brow furrowing as he turned narrowed eyes on the lieutenant. “We’re on duty,” He said, his tone suggesting that the statement alone was answer enough for why he wasn’t downing glass after glass of the whiskey. With the captain commander’s reprimand and Ber’s subsequent demotion to staff duty after the arguably alcohol-related incident ball, the soldier was already on thin ice, and as both Usher and Regan had seen fit to remind him, Ber did actually need his job. Even if he was in the habit of getting too shitfaced to properly perform his duties, which he very much wasn’t, he wasn’t about to do so with a lieutenant sitting right next to him.
Despite said lieutenant apparently having no qualms about drinking while on the clock and - almost daring Ber to do the same?
Maybe the rules were different for officers. No, they probably almost certainly were - after all, that was how the world worked - but shouldn’t Abbott have been glad that one of the soldiers under him was actually attempting to be responsible? It wasn’t as if the temptation to temper the other man’s company with alcohol wasn’t there. Besides, they had all night to sit here and bore each other to death, which once more struck Ber as a bit odd. “With all due respect, sir,” He began, turning to look at Abbott. “Why are you here?” Especially because it was late at night, this kind of mind-numbing task was one that they assigned people like Ber, not their officers. Woodwick was only at the stakeout because they’d been waiting for a particular person of interest in his investigation, but as far as Ber could tell, this was just supposed to be another night making sure the tavern-goers didn’t get too rowdy. “Are we supposed to be looking for someone?”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 10:04:42 GMT -5
He grunted when Ber became the Ber he knew and disliked. Perhaps 'dislike' was a strong word, but this was Ber, always with the endless questions. "Remind me when you were taught to question a superior's motive?" he responded with a glare.
He wasn't about to explain his motives to a soldier that was taught to follow orders. Stormcrest was on staff duty, and by now he had learned why. The boy had been defending a Dresmondi and had talked back to Regan. He had questioned a direct order from the king -- to remove the Dresmondi from the ball. So even though this was a boring task, it was still a task that required a soldier that was on top of his game. The soldiers that weren't on staff duty, were doing important things. They couldn't afford to lose a night's sleep. Ber's staff duty wouldn't end until Hadrian issued new orders. They weren't here to look for someone. They were here because they needed a soldier on this job, and Aldrich would use this as an opportunity to study Ber.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: May 7, 2023 10:05:02 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Guess not. He still couldn’t figure out why the lieutenant would want to spend his night in a tavern watching strangers have more fun than him, but if Abbott wanted to waste his time sitting here, Ber obviously couldn’t stop him. The younger man himself would have preferred sleeping instead.
Resisting the urge to run another hand down his face, Ber held the lieutenant’s gaze for a moment before turning away to survey the rest of the room. It was preferable to looking at Abbott anyway. Sometimes the man’s face invited Ber’s fist as much as Woodwick’s did, and following through with that, unfortunately, would be no more welcome than getting drunk on the job or simply getting up and leaving.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on May 7, 2023 11:43:29 GMT -5
Aldrich removed his feet from the chair and turned his upper body more towards Berengar. "I asked you a question, soldier." If Ber was going to be pushing his luck, and get on Aldrich's nerves, he would get less friendly. Not that he had been particularly friendly, but he had toned down on being an absolute pain in the ass. But Berengar had now reactivated that instinct in him. If Ber didn't turn his head his way, Aldrich would keep looking at the side of it, his eyes burning holes into it if he could.