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.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Jun 25, 2023 20:33:04 GMT -5
Kasper actually dropped his fork when the shadow of something or someone so large cast an entire shade over him, it didn't feel like rain clouds but he looked up to see the biggest man he had seen in his entire life. Kaalim the man had introduced himself to Torsten, Kasper fumbled to pick up his fork which was just as hard to do as it was to not stare at the man.
He made Torsten look normal and not like he giant moose he had usually been back home. The Seargent found his voice before he could pick up his fork looking at Torsten and at Kaalim, "I've been saying that for a long time Kaalim, are you a Coheedsmen Tor? Gotta have some blood in there."
She was happy that @miriel and @catrin joined her. It was nice to have some other women around. "They're helpless when it comes to cooking", she said before laughing in response to Miriel. "I had to show them how to properly cut vegetables." She shook her head. Her mother instinct had kicked in when she saw the boys struggling.
Torsten prepared to look down at hearing someone approach, but to his utter amazement--he didn't have to! The man before him made Tor feel normal in a way that he never had before. As the large man spoke, for the first time in his life, he smiled broadly in welcome at Kaalim Cyrilson and gladly put out his hand to shake. He could literally look up to someone at long last!
He laughed toward Kasper Van Zant 's comment and answered the Coheedsman's introduction with his own.
"It's an honor to meet you Kaalim Cyrilson, I'm Torsten Mosse Sir. And yes, I'm glad to finally be in a place where I can be a normal size."
His grin was so big it nearly split his face in two and meeting someone else who literally lived as large as he did, and Tor was prouder than he'd ever been. The Field Sergeant's validation was the icing on top of the cake.
His wives Agena and Jassa gathered the children with their food to eventually sit down and Ferrul turned his gaze toward them as if watching over their care. Instead he heard the words of Kaalim Cyrilson welcoming one of those idiot foreigners personally. His self-control was tested not to frown angrily and he made sure that there were no Nevermere soldiers within three seats of him on any side. It was bad enough they had to share their lands with the cockroaches, but sharing a meal with them was just wrong. They should have at least set aside a separate table for real Coheedsmen, and then the blind, deaf and stupid Nevermereans. This was surely an offense to all things in a natural way of life. It was about honor and merit, not lifting up the weak that brought down all of them! Ferrul made a quiet snort of derision at the nearest Nevermere female and turned his attention back to his family. Ferrul and his family would be civil, but friendly manners would not be wasted on the likes of those soldiers.
For a moment, his dark ebony gaze passed over Imani , but he kept it very brief for he knew that many eyes were upon him. Though he could think of the beautiful woman as much as he wished to.