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!
It had taken some time to find the specific paint pigments but Drystan had amassed a bit of a small collection. He wasn't sure if these particular ones had been on the market before they'd left, but currently in Lorendale, the tempera paints seemed to be on the up and up. For what he'd witnessed, the colors were more pigmented, more saturated, than the oil blends. Of which he'd picked up several as well. It was a bit of a misstep that he hadn't checked for the supplies last he'd been in Nevermere, but perhaps he might make another visit.
Rapping his knuckles on the door frame to the room where Donovan was currently occupied, he would patiently wait for the man to be finished with whatever he was working on.