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!
[ Open to all played Coheed characters and any Nevermeran soldiers stationed there ]
Faylin had never been more grateful to step foot onto dry land. Even if the village in front of her was utterly foreign and promised her one hell of a fight to control it, it was far better than the sea and the things it did to her stomach.
As the ships carrying the new troops all worked their way to the docks, Faylin would take only a moment to observe their surroundings before she began issuing orders to attempt to maintain order as they unpacked their supplies. Not one to simply supervise, she also jumped into the work, hauling as much gear from the ships as the lowest grunt in the pecking order.
It would take time for the hundreds of new soldiers to get situated. Tents had to be pitched, campfires set up, and all through it Faylin would work to help the soldiers. Only once they were certain the remaining tasks would see themselves through without issue would Faylin finally drag herself back to her tent. It would be larger than the others around it to accommodate a table and a few chairs for any work she had to do, but the inside was just as unremarkable as the others around her. Sitting at her table, she began working on the patrol schedules that would need to be posted immediately.
As the late afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, Faylin's stomach grumbled and she knew it was time to seek out food. She had ordered a good meal be prepared today, something filling to welcome the soldiers to Coheed and perhaps boost morale after a week on the seas. This was the only downtime she would afford herself, as there was still so much she had to do. But for now, she followed the smell of cooking food into the paths of Gilead.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jun 16, 2023 2:47:18 GMT -5
It was time for land. Even though in some way, it was indeed a experience being on sea after a week out at see you realise how much that human's are not made to be out at sea this long, Thankfully, she wasn't too bad when it came to navigating the sea legs. A few days she was stumbling around feeling sick. However, she find the rhythm of it all.
When landed Zarha helped with setting up the tents and everything that needed to be done. The quicker they do that, the quicker she can get to work right? When the patrols was posted she would look at it as soon as possible to know who she working with and on what days. Of course most of these people she knew by faces. It kind of hard to get to know six hundred people.
When it was time to eat she looked around to see who to sit with. She is very much used to sitting by herself. So she just stood there unsure what to say with a bowl of food in her hand.
Imani had seen a fair share of Nevermere soldiers by now, but it never failed to amuse her how bad these soldiers were at cooking. She had been watching a couple of male soldiers for about ten minutes and couldn't believe what they were doing. They were truly butchering the vegetables they were cutting. She decided to step in.
"Please, allow me", she said, taking the knife from his hands to correctly chop the carrots. They were taking too long, and there were mouths to be fed. The soldiers took a step back. Imani made a disapproving, tutting sound. "I'm not going to do all the work, watch and learn." The young men stepped forward again and started mimicking what she did.
Most of the vegetables were ready now, so Imani took a seat near where the food was being cooked, so she could watch the soldiers getting food. Who had Nevermere brought them this time?
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jun 16, 2023 13:57:18 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to spot Kaalim: first he was the size of a mountain he carried himself like one too, he towered over most and definitely double that when it came to men from Nevermere. Second, he had four wives and a gang of kids that currently accompanied him as they all strolled into the masses of mixed faces, hundreds of new soldiers from Nevermere it seemed had poured in since dawn. He had to make his presence known of course even if he just naturally had it already.
"there are so many this time, just when you start to know them they send them home and send us new ones," Ateppa whispered to Kaalim, she knew some at least thr Coheed born with better hearing could eavesdrop but no one else would overhear, "always timid too," Marcella added smiling at one new face Zarha Sliva.
"hims is big," Haiwee and Adoeete the three year old twins said pointing at @torsten, "and handsome," Lallo Kaalims five year old beamed and Kaalim scoffed lightly, "Lallo hush child, do you wish your father to fall over dead here and now?"
Ateppa smirked, "I do see stock in the boy," she teased her husband and she liked to see that smidge of jealous, "What will i do with you two? Daughter like mother, mother like daughter," she hugged around his waist, "we just have a type husband, it says a lot about how i feel about you," Kaalim smiled and pressed on with his family through the crowd.
The first day of the sea voyage was rough but after a good night's sleep, Torsten found his sea legs and helped out with the cleaning. Apparently a lot of soldiers had ended up sick and he did his part in swabbing the decks. Staying idle didn't suit him and the prospect of spending five days on a ship doing nothing did not appeal to him at all. It was disgusting, but it kept him busy. Then the world opened up the moment he stepped off the gangplank and he almost... smiled.
Very few of the people here were small! Even a few of the women matched his own size and for once in his life, he wasn't a big dumb oaf sticking out in a herd of short sheep. When the Field Sergeant @faylin gave the order to set up their tents and stow their gear, Tor made sure to help out the shorter soldiers with what needed reaching. Sweating at the unusual amount of heat and sunlight, he persevered until the task was finished and noticed the sun was lowering in a beautiful sky. All this open space and people his own size made him feel more comfortable than Torsten ever had. He almost felt... normal here.
Rhedara Shannon 's brief lesson had shown him only how to boil water, so he chopped firewood and gathered it by the cooking area. Fortunately, one of the local women Imani stepped in to help with the cooking thing, because Tor had no idea where to begin on that. It had been some thirsty work, but he wouldn't presume anything without further orders.
People from both Coheed and Nevermere began to gather around some large trestle tables and because he wasn't sure of protocol in such a new place, Torsten stood at ease in silence, and waited. When it was time to eat or sit, someone would mention it.
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2023 14:43:39 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ferrul strode easily toward the gathering, his two wives and children flanking him closely. There were more Nevermere soldiers than last time and he wasn't sure what to make of that just yet. Agena and Jassa kept up their chattering and gathered their daughters closely, keeping them in line with a look or quiet admonishment. Despite having lost his third wife and two much loved sons in the war, he kept his chin up and entered the area boldly. As soon as they neared the tables, the women of Kaalim Cyrilson 's whispered of the newcomers and Ferrul nodded to his fellow Coheedsman.
"Why aren't their women cooking?" Krimm and Razeen the teen boys asked their mother curiously. "Maybe they're waiting for all the women to join together." Agena suggested, not wanting to think badly of strangers. "Pretty hair girl is my age?" Dennar, Ferrul's youngest son asked, his eyes fixed on Zarha Sliva . At five, he was just beginning to take himself very seriously and Ferrul encouraged him to take on as much responsibility and maturity as he could handle.
He kept one large arm around Jassa's thickened waist and he slowed his stride to make sure they were all entering together. With both wives pregnant and due next season, he'd take no risks with them.
Ferrul nodded in acknowledgement of Kaalim and his large fine family, a twinkle in his eyes began at overhearing the children talk of a prospective new husband material. Speaking of breeding stock, his dark eyed gaze roamed to Imani as she bent to start the cooking. Good looking woman and a hard worker. Hmm.
Lyrna and Cara walked beside Agena, with their constant talk of the imminent birth and what foods were best for her to eat right now. Agena, Jassa, Lyrna and Cara went to help Imani with food prep while Krimm, Razeen, Shigen and Dennar walked beside their father. The first two were older and now as adolescents, they had a constantly roving pair of eyes for anything female, while the younger two kept their eyes on Zarha's exotic look. With his sons walking by him, he advised in a very low quiet voice,
"Remember your name and dignity, speak well and you don't have to be friendly, just civil to the foreigners."
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2023 12:15:09 GMT -5 by Deleted
Another season change, another round of Nevermereans stumbling into Gilead like they owned the place. From his perch off to the side, Leander watched his son run around with a small, wooden sword in hand and listened to the new arrivals setting up their camp. At four years old, Koe swung his toy with far more enthusiasm than skill, but he offered his father an easy excuse to linger on this particular hill, which allowed for a mostly unobstructed view of much of the Nevermerean contingent. As with previous seasons, he expected very little seemed to change regarding the day-to-day affairs, but their leader, whom he had identified fairly readily, had been enough to give him pause.
A female. How quaint.
Ozias Sorenson would have much to say about that and about any excuse of a man who allowed himself to be led around by one, though of course Leander had heard it all before. Sometimes he suspected that the older warrior simply liked to hear himself talk, and Leander, ever the captive audience, would always listen with the appropriate amount of respect, adoration, and agreement. He could do little else, after all.
As the sun dipped low on the horizon and the Nevermereans and Coheedsmen alike began following their noses to the food, Leander whistled for Koe, and together they descended from the grassy knoll on which they had spent their afternoon. Hand in hand, father and son slipped easily into the crowd, with the former carrying the little wooden sword that the latter had seen fit to swing at the shins of unsuspecting victims. They ended up in line with the warriors filling in the wake left by Kaalim Cyrilson and his herd of wives and children. Ozias had plenty to say about him as well.
For a reason whose reality was far less important than the story they spun to explain his absence, the renowned warrior was unable to welcome the new military contingent himself, so Leander was expected to attend in his stead. Not in any representative capacity, naturally - the man had his sons for that - but in a manner that allowed for his usual brand of usefulness. To that end, he stood in patient silence and listened. Dark eyes roamed the crowd, resting on each of the females a heartbeat longer than their male counterparts, while father and son waited to retrieve their own food. Of course, every other Coheedsmen was undoubtedly performing the same mental arithmetic in his head:
At least Nevermere had sent them something pretty to look at this season.
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 20, 2023 6:21:50 GMT -5
Kasper had been in charge of organizing supplies and taking stock of what was used during their trip and what was left. Supposedly his little detective work back home had revealed a few things about himself he didn't know like he knew math, he was good at the power of deduction, and he was more confident. He had handled the investigation throughly until the very end and he hoped that justice would be served the entire way from Nevermere to Coheed, then other things creeped in: the way Norman pissed himself, just a little, but the smell lingered. A harmless prank, Kasper had pulled hundreds if not thousands in his life but never had he used magic because as a turned partner Kasper knew how chaotic it was, how most witches just have a natural knack for trouble, and when someone turned into what he did with the use of magic the strength and conditioning it took to control his turned animalistic instincts...sometimes you play with fire and it burns you.
Kasper had been to Cambria and Coheed was vastly different, far more advanced then Cambria. Nevermere influences had been stronger here. Less cold shoulders. He wasn't hungry but Kasper was curious so he delegated the rest of stock census to solider and followed the smells and gathering of people. The first man he saw was the biggest man he'd seen in his life (Kaalim Cyrilson) and the man had four women surrounding him and a horde of children. Still Kasper was very small compared to these men AND women, but he wasn't going to let it bother him he walked with his head high.
Catrin remained at a distance from the controlled chaos that was the arrival of new Nevermeran soldiers. She would have to eventually seek out whoever was now in charge to see how this change effected the Parabolti's training, but that seemed like something that could wait a couple days.
Her gaze marked Imani in the mix of the soldiers seeking food, helping them to prepare their dinner, and her mouth tightened. She didn't have anything against Nevermere, not specifically. Especially those who had first helped her when the Parabolti were just beginning. But ever since the night of the fire at the docks, and how she had been treated by the soldiers, she had never felt quite the same about them.
Then he gaze traveled to the various families that crash landed into the mix of soldiers, some as large as Kaalim Cyrilson's and some smaller, such as @leander's. In times like this, it was obvious their kingdom was thriving. It was nice to see, and yet Catrin's own lack of family sat like a big stone in her stomach.
She was suddenly reminded of what the Chieftain had said to her, about how the Parabolti were her family, the women like her own children to raise.
Swallowing around the lump that formed in her throat at the thought of those intense blue eyes looking at her, Catrin finally forced her feet to move to where Imani still helped prepare the meal and found a seat nearby. She was here as another warrior of Coheed, not a female to cook their meals.
Miriel didn't like to venture out, but she wanted to be more like Catrin. And so she would be brave and dine with her fellow Parabolti in a feast being prepared by the Nevermere soldiers. She had also been tempted to jump in and help, some of them better than others, but instead she had gravitated towards familiar faces.
Sidling up to Imani she nodded at @catrin . "Such a nice thing for the Nevermereans to cook for us." Looking at the Parabolti leader in particular, she wasn't sure if it was actually good. She had missed most of the last wave due to her pregnancy, but considering they had been teaching the Parabolti it could only be good.
Faylin shuffled quietly through the crowd that was both Nevermeran and Coheedsman, and immediately began to feel the gazes that rested upon her. Keeping her head high, she marched directly towards where the food was being prepared by various soldiers with what appeared to be the help of a woman of Coheed.
She knew she'd have to immediately make an example to all the men of Coheed who kept looking at her, her extra regalia signaling her as the one who was now in charge her. Any gazes she met, she would offer a small nod, but it was not accompanied by a smile. Nor did she move to assist the men who were making the food, instead choosing to mingle and speak with any who approached her.
Once the food was ready, she waited for her own portion before looking around for a place to sit. Finding an empty log nearby, she made her way to it. Once she was perched on it, she allowed herself to more openly survey the area. Spying Zarha Sliva lingering and looking a bit lost, she'd attempt to capture the woman's gaze and then beckon her over to sit with her.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jun 20, 2023 15:43:51 GMT -5
Zarha wasn't so used people looking her way. She so used to blending in the background. Especially children and their father. It felt odd. However she stood up straight and trying to look professional. Not letting these looks affect, she was a brave powerful soldier she can't let these people get the best of her.
When she noticed that @faylin tried to get her attention and called her to sit next to her. She was a bit confused. She walked over to the sergeant and sat down. "Thank you. Looking forward to get into the rythem of my daily routine out here." She was being honest.
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Last Edit: Jun 20, 2023 15:45:43 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
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 22, 2023 6:42:51 GMT -5
Kasper filled a plate full enough to feed at least five men, as he looked for a spot to sit he spotted @faylin and Zarha Sliva and for a moment he thought about sitting with them but he remembered Faylin wanted a little distance between them for the sake of not showing these men they were paired. So he offered them a nod if they even saw him, he picked a empty spot instead and began to eat.
When he finally saw more of Nevermere soldiers sitting down, Tor took his cue and grabbed a large bowl of food. It was nice that there other tall people around. Even many of the women were taller too! Finding a familiar face in the increasingly and literally large crowd, Tor sat down near Kasper and gave a nod of his head. He wasn't going to bother someone when they eating, as he took to it just as enthusiastically. The large soldiier remained completely unaware of any extra eyes on him as he took his seat. Usually being the tallest in the room back home, made him always under unwanted scrutiny and unasked for judgments. Everything was just open plains and plenty of space for everyone which was a vastly welcome change from the dirty narrow streets of Skia.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jun 25, 2023 12:08:56 GMT -5
Kaalim saw to it that his wives and children had food before he broke off to learn some of the new faces from Nevermere. He wanted to find the one man the big one. It didn't take him long either the former Governor and Chieftain was all warrior still so he always had the eye to spot another even if they come from another kingdom.
He approached the two men (@torsten and Kasper Van Zant) of course he didn't see the smaller one so he ignored him for the most part as he sat down in front of the bigger man, "I almost had to do a double look friend, I thought I saw a fellow Coheedsmen in a Nevermere uniform...you should be proud of that...Kaalim Cyrilson..." and he offered the man his large hand.