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!
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.
Kasper felt confident he was well on his way to resolving his investigation. He had collected witness accounts to their feelings the night of the ball, he got an idea of what the potion might be by Temperance, and now he only had one last stop. He approached the stocks where everything potion wise was kept for the military, if he was right and he had the right pieces this would sus out anyone else involved with that horrible night.
He approached the locked door and knocked on the sliding litte door, and waited.
Norman hadn’t slept for weeks. He knew his Mumsie would fret over him if she knew what a state he’d worked himself into. But both fortunately and unfortunately, his leave time had been nonexistent. A harmless prank was all it was meant to be. Truth be told Norman hadn’t been too keen on the idea, but he wasn’t one to stand up or go against the current. The other boys had thought it all in good fun, and who was he to disagree? He wouldn’t be the outsider. The guy that couldn’t hang.
If only he knew what their little prank would cost them.
Norman jumped about a foot when he heard the knock on the door. He cleared his throat.
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 Jun 1, 2023 8:56:29 GMT -5
Kasper entered upon permission, "Evening soldier, I'm Sargeant Kasper Van Zant," he immediately set his things down after giving the other man a proper salute, "I am currently in the process of auditing our stockpiles for potions," he wasn't sure how much the Commander or Captain wanted shared information of the investigation so a cover story seemed the right approach, "Mostly key ingredients for certain kinds, let me see here," he shuffled through his things until he found the list written by Melody, "Primarily these following ingredients, care to look them over? And do you keep records of when these things are taken from this room? Not just those items but completed potions as well?"
It could be a coincidence. Surely it was a coincidence.
Norman had started to sweat. Wiping his brow with his sleeve he looked the list over. He wasn’t a witch. He didn’t know how to brew, so the list of ingredients could have been entirely innocuous or deeply incriminating.
“Uh…” Norman scanned the list, “Yeah, they keep records let me see…” He went to the place where the log was kept and started to leaf through it. “Yeah—yeah here they are. Says we’re pretty much set on these, let me just…” Norman went to where several of the ingredients were located but found them…empty. Or at least low on stock—something that was not reflected in the log.
He just stared at the space, not sure what to say. It then dawned on him that the spots looked familiar. He remembered the little green tube where the cicada wings were housed being slipped into Davies's pocket...
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 Jun 2, 2023 15:32:19 GMT -5
Either this kid was sweating from being lazy and having to suddenly use his brain or he was a little worried. Kasper watched as the young man went about aiding his requests on things, "What's your rank and name?" and Kasper approached the soldier and where he stood looking over his shoulder, "You good at math and weighing this shit out? We are going to be here a while, I want to first balance what's in the books with what we have here and go from there...," Kasper would send for someone if he needed too but he felt his strategy was solid: see if anything from the list was lighter than what the books say, cross reference back to the week prior to the ball, if it looked light going in after the ball then he would check names of people who signed out for these ingredients, and if that didn't pan out or solve for any missing stock...well he knew what he'd do but they had to get through all the mathematical problems first.
The sudden potty-mouth was jarring to the nobody nobleman. It was enough to have him splutter as Kasper spoke as if he’d forgotten his own name.
“N-Norman Bancroft, sir,” He stammered, “And math’s not my strong suit but—I—” He swallowed, holding the ledger in his hands, “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best, sir.”
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 Jun 9, 2023 17:46:18 GMT -5
"I trust you Bancroft let's get to it," Kasper reassured the soldier, and they set off on their tedious task. They spent hours on the task Kasper weighing each ingredient on the list for the potion, not once, twice, three to four times actually. Then Kasper set himself to personally counting the stockpiles of all ready mixed potions again he meticulous in his investigation.
They had worked so long Kaspers belly grumbled loudly, the alarm that it was time to call it so he returned with his data and handed it to Bencroft, "Alright Bancroft, what's the numbers look like?"
Norman was sweating through his uniform through the whole ordeal. He watched Kasper count, scratching down numbers, knowing very well himself that they wouldn’t add up in the end. Knowing that the incriminating log was in his care.
When Kasper handed him the log, Norman looked at them both side by side. He blanched, white as a ghost, as the numbers told a story that even a non-witch would be able to see: whoever it was that’d taken from the stores had done so two days prior during an evening shift.
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 Jun 11, 2023 17:18:46 GMT -5
"Yeeeeah, big problem Bancroft," Kasper took the book, "stay here yeah?" Kasper carefully took all of his things and stacked them on the book putting them under his arm because he didn't want to risk something happening. In fact he opened the door to the potion supply storage room poking his head out, it took a few minutes before another passing soldier came by which Kasper waved down, "I need you to retrieve Commander Hadrian Usher and Captain @warren tell them Sergeant Kasper Van Zant needs them in the potion storage room at their earliest convenience please."
Kasper closed the door and looked at Bancroft, "Now we wait pal, sorry."
Warren had been hoping that Kasper would find something of importance, so when he got word from a passing soldier that he was needed in the potion storage room, he had no doubt it had to be related to the findings. He'd been doing paperwork, and was maybe too eager to stand up and pull his jacket on. "Finish as much of this as you can, please, Mr. Gerard. I'll be back shortly."
With that, he exited the office, and be-lined for the storage room in question. "Sergeant Van Zant," Warren said as he arrived. He didn't see Hadrian anywhere, but the Commander's office was a bit further away, so it was possible Warren's office had just been the soldiers first stop. "I take it you've found something in researching --" he paused, seeing the other man then. "-- the incident?"
Last Edit: Jun 15, 2023 11:01:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
Norman was about ready to piss himself. He watched Kasper, still sweating profusely, still wanting to drop through the floor to a place that he’d never emerge from. When he was told to wait, Norman squeaked in the least manly way possible:
“Am I in trouble, sir?”
Whatever answer Kasper Van Zant may or may not give would do nothing to ease Norman’s suffering. It could have been minutes or hours before @warren arrived. By the time he did, Norman was practically a puddle on the floor. A guard would poke his head in at some point to say that the commander was unavailable and could be fille din via report, which was a small mercy to Norman whose eyes were already bulging with terror.
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 Jun 14, 2023 6:14:10 GMT -5
"Bancroft I won't lie: you might be, but that's all I can say," Kasper tried to be comforting but the evidence was mounting against someone, "I just want an extra pair of eyes on this," and then waited in silence for Woodwick and the Commander.
When the Captain did arrive Kasper stood at attention as he entered, "Thank you for coming Captain, and yes I did. Bancroft and I have been working for hours and our results have yielded the samething every time," Kasper relaxed so he could show Warren his findings, "We've compared the ingredients used to brew a fortitude potion off by a long shot and the missing ingredients seemed to disappear two days before the ball...if you want to look it over here is everything."
"Fortitude potion," he repeated out loud, searching his own mind for what he knew of it. He had taken them when he was younger. A lot of soldiers did. As he'd gotten older, it had been less necessary. He couldn't remember the last time he'd taken one, but he did recall having somewhat heightened emotions. If that was the potion that Temperance Towers had insisted must have been used, he trusted that it was correct.
He took the offered parchments and looked them over, and then glanced around the storage room at the listed ingredients. "That's a rather stark difference," he said, noting that the amount they should have was very different from the amount they did have. "It seems that could have made multiple potions." He turned to the soldier who was helping Van Zant, one he assumed had been charged with the storage room books. "Were you here when these ingredients went missing?" He asked, looking back at the papers. "Two days before the events of the ball?"
Norman did piss himself then—though only a little. Though he’d already paled, when the words ‘fortitude potion’ were uttered, he became practically transparent. Norman was not a creature made for discomfort—military service notwithstanding. Perhaps if he were as shrewd as the soldiers who’d talked him into it he’d be able to weasel himself free, but Norman was not. He was a dumb boy caught in a dumb lie, and at the first question, he folded.
“Was only meant to be a joke, s-sir—” Norman bluthered, sweat dripping down his forehead, “They told me it’d be harmless. Nothing but a little prank, just a little bit of a prank, nothing more—I—I—”
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 Jun 19, 2023 19:31:59 GMT -5
Kasper couldn't believe it, his face and the way his eyes darted between Warren and Bancroft during his admission of guilt. Then his brow furrowed and his eyes locked on Bancrofts, "A harmless prank? I...I...you and your lot got a boy killed! Another man has to live with that fact now," Kasper wanted to throttle the little idiot but he didn't so much as move because if he did he knew it would be to beat the shit out of this kid. So instead he stopped talking and bit his tongue, literally, the copper taste had filled his mouth. He would act on the orders of Captain Woodwick.