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 Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 15:57:13 GMT -5
Remiels teeth were grinding as she lit into him, they would have heard it if she hadn't been yelling. His hands had curled into fists by the time she finished but his mouth hung agap, "Not one of you told me what the fuck was going on My-," he paused not wanting to shout her name outloud, "As hard I tried to get close to your family they kept me at arms length, because I'm just a canary," he spit the word back at her with venom, because it was true an Allemeade and all things beneath the Eldouir was kept at arms length, "when I arrived at the estate everyone was fleeing like scattered ants, I made damn sure to make sure I saw your children were on the wagons hightailing it out of there, I could have done more and if you would have just told, and to say you didn't know? Why was everyone packing for a mass exit like they were? Insulting," he stepped toward her shoulders squared, "Hiram left behind the weakest ones because he knew they'd just slow you all down...your old...your weak Gifted ones...your children...you know exactly who he is and you blindly followed him knowing I'm nothing like him or your family, you left me behind and what I could have given you here for a psychopath."
The hum in her, the energy she worked so hard to keep contained in her self, grew louder, possibly where he would even hear it no matter if he was shouting or not. “Your things were packed with ours!” She yelled, then bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw a small bit of blood, to ensure she reminded herself of control she needed here, including the volume of her voice. “But you didn’t bother to look for that did you? You didn’t bother to see we had planned on all of you coming with us. You and Honora, because who knew where ever the hell Bryce had blown off too then.”
“But you didn’t bother to look. You ran the first moment you could. You didn’t care because like a damn canary and the canaries before you all you saw was red hair.” She tugged on her own long hair, even though it wasn’t red in that moment. “Hiram made sure that the ones who could survive did, and we moved. We were not blind to what was happening but do I sit there and wait for the damn child in a crown and her puppet master to come after all of us again?” She tore at the collar of her dress to pull it down enough to show the scars she had from the last time… the ones collars left behind. “You got to escape that fucking fate Remiel, I didn’t. Many of my family lived that god damn fate and now we are to be punished because none of us wanted to go back? None of us wanted to see our children controlled by another non-gifted again?”
Tears had formed at some point. Anger and hurt and a lifetime of shoving it all away was suddenly boiling to the surface. “You lived with us, you came to us for help and training and we gave that to you. It was never to be easy because gifted life isn’t easy. Hasn’t gotten any better from what I’ve heard either since we left. Attacks, murders. The real safe life here for gifteds huh?” She scoffed. “And I can only guess what happened here… why the farm is nothing like it was. I doubt it was because you just wanted to redecorate.”
She stepped to him, shoulders straight, eyes blazing. “If we came here, we would’ve had to fight for our lives again and again. Against everyone. And you know it, no one would’ve let you and I live in peace. Even if it’s all we had tried to do.” Her voice gave out a bit, no more than a whisper by the end as she stood panting in front of him from her rage filled speech.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:03:42 GMT -5
Her hum, familiar even to this day, had Remiel on edge and the entire thicket of plant and tree life seemed to twist toward the pair, the grass seemed to stand on end like hair when skin had goosebumps, trees creaked, and their canopies rustled.
"And you did?! Oh that's you come to Loren whenever you please but failed to come see me, don't play that shit with me Myla Eldouir the whole kingdom knows about your little stunt at Queens addressing," they had to practically be face to face, Remiel taller and towering, "but you're couldn't pop by here huh?"
He didn't look at the scars on her neck, he couldn't, she was right about that the Allemeade family had escaped that fate but how was that his fault? Didn't her family hunt them almost to extintion? Didn't they bend the knee to the Crown as dogs of war? That was his fault?
"We aren't like you Myla, or your family...we care about things about people outside our own worlds and family," he proclaimed again, "I wanted everything with you Myla...everything...we have to live with our choices now and stop pretending after all these years we can just run away and live peacefully or happy...names be damned...Gifteds don't get to be happy..."
The hum got louder as his own gift shifted towards her, her defenses, so naturally running through her preparing for the fight as if it knew exactly what was about to happen. Except he might as well as dumped ice water over her head when he mentioned her being there. “What?” Her face scrunched and confusion crossed her features. “I haven’t come back to Lorendale since we left… this is my first time back,” she argued. Which meant… “I came almost straight to you,” save her stopping to steal clothes and dye her hair…
His proclamation stung more than she wanted it to. She hadn’t expected much else, truly. The usual ‘Eldouir’s are the worst, they don’t deserve to live free’ and while she understood at this point she couldn’t… her eyes left his. “I wanted to be,” she said, “happy once. With you. I didn’t know how. Still… don’t.” Her jaw feathered and she was stepping away then. “This was a terrible idea,” no shocker there.
Not as she went for her cloak. “But I wasn’t here before. I was supposed to go back to Elderkeep after,” she wondered if the news had traveled yet what they had done. Her hazels flashing up to him. “But Lorendale was closer for the first time and... Home was,” she snagged the cloak off the chair. “Forget it.”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:05:49 GMT -5
Remiel was now confused, was that not her everyone was still talking about seeing? He himself hadn't seen the appearance but it didn't make sense unless someone was stirring the pot, perhaps another Gifted?
He didn't get to ponder longer she was leaving, vines shot from the ground attempting to grab for her wrist as it grabbed for the cloak on the chair, "stop!" even if she was humming red and Remiel braced for whatever and he would try to get it out, "why is it so hard for anyone to say anything about how they feel?! You have to know how you feel Myla, why would we have to stay here? Why can't we just leave and go where we wanted to?"
A hiss left her lips as her wrist was suddenly restrained, a wild cat caught in a snare as she whirled on him and the glimmer grew brighter across her skin. That bright red pulsing energy as he yelled for her to stop, to just say how she felt. Her head was already shaking, back and forth as she pulled against the vines at her wrist keeping her from taking her cloak. “And say what?!” She yelled back, “I am here aren’t I? Years later but I am here!” She strained harder against the vines, knowing exactly how she could escape but only staring at him.
“You think he wouldn’t come to find us? Where ever we went? That Lorendale and Nevermere and Coheed and Arynn Frey wouldn’t come to track us down? Why would you want to subject yourself to that? A life on the run?” Oh this was a horrible idea. There was a reason she didn’t open her mouth on topics such as these. “And would you even choose me?” She glanced around them, out the window. “If Bryce or Honora came walking through those doors now, would you even bother a second glance towards the ultimate chaos that comes with me?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:09:37 GMT -5
He didn't let her go but he wasn't hurting her either she could easily break free of the vines, still she hadn't.
"Their gone Myla, neither of them are here and they haven't been since the farm was attacked...not since Luna was killed...it's all been on me," his shoulders finally went slack and the vines let go of Myla, "I'd choose you just you a hundred times before anyone else but you're right what good would a life be on the run? Running from him or them," Remi felt defeated all over again and he was going to lose her like he'd lost everyone else, "I love you and I always will Myla Eldouir, there is nothing in this world that will change that..." if she wanted to leave he wasn't going to stop her now, "I..I am sorry."
The defeat she saw wash over him was the next dose of cold over her. How his shoulders curled forward and he seemed to just… let it all go. That they would always be defeated and be running. It was something she had accepted a long time ago, but maybe that’s what she wanted to hear. That he’d run with her. That they could be vagabonds across the land and, “why can’t we just… go off on our own?” She whispered as the vines let her go. “Would it be worth it for you?” She could raise her voice louder than the whisper.
“I’m a difficult creature Remiel. Always have been. Especially for someone to… love. Like they write about in story books. I’m not soft, I’m not bashful, I’m not liked by many. I’m rough, I’m cold, I’m mean.” She rubbed her wrist. “I know I am. But you’ve… always made me want just a little less of the cruel reality we face and more,” she glanced around them. As if it held the answer. That she wanted a home. A place to feel safe and sheltered. A place to shed that warriors armor and be just a woman. “I could love you, if I let myself.” She confessed, the closest thing to her admitting what she felt.
She wasn’t sure if an apology had ever fallen from her lips without a tone of sarcasm attached. Yet here it was dancing across her tongue before she focused in on something else he said. “… who attacked the farm?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:14:13 GMT -5
Everything she said hit the walls of Remiel's heart and he had to swallow back twice to fight the releasing of that hitch in his throat. Why couldn't they, just the two of them, go? They could go anywhere, and it would all be worth it and that's what he wanted to scream...
...but Remi had a heart split in four pieces: one was for his failing and fading family it was beating still but it was dying, another piece that belonged to Bryce was motionless and carried no blood anymore, and the last two remaining pieces belonged to the woman standing before him it had pumped lightly for the past few years flaring when he thought about her and the other was linked to the woman whose name was carved into his chest. He was thinking how could one man love so much at the same time? He had the pieces and Oriana had shown him that he had power so why couldn't he overpower the fickle emotion? Why couldn't he love them all?
All the things she said the one thing that his ears wouldn't let go, she could love him. That was the closest she had ever got or given of confessed feelings, Myla was truly complicated.
So was Remiel Allemeade. He had to Oriana..fucking hell. What would they do with Hiram too? If he could just track them, they'd have to face him eventually. That wasn't good for anyone, because who would Myla choose?
Then she changed subjects, the farm attack. A bitter memory but a reprieve all the same..
"They call themselves the Sons of the Equino, it was a group of extremist non-gifted that had been slowly collecting since before the trial," he regretted not watching that man get executed, "lead by this man, Fischer Wyndham, he was working with Duke Nolan Rainecourt-Carrow the Commander at the time and shit went down with Honora that Fischer manipulated. Long story short after that he ambushed us on the way to Honora, trying to collar me, at the same time he sent a bigger mob to destroy the farm."
His silence was so loud that she felt it crawling all over her whole being. She had opened herself as far as she ever had, as much as he had crawled into a part of her that felt like it was never supposed to be opened. There was no way she could’ve braced herself for the wave that washed over her with his silence, because to her… he said exactly what he needed to. He didn’t pick her… but he didn’t reject her. Always one foot out the door for her… and she couldn’t blame him. A twitch happened, on one corner of her lip as if the smile could say that it was okay. Even if the chaos inside of her raged because she was right. Why would he choose her?
Myla swallowed thickly and threw herself into the more familiar and comforting anger that embraced her as he explained what happened there. Her lip curling in a snarl as he told her of an extremist group that was apparently hell bent on being against her kind. “And where are these men now? Wyndham, Carrow, and the Sons?” Her voice dark and low.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:17:29 GMT -5
"They hide in their shadows, The Son's, they pop up here and there but since Wyndham's execution by the Crown they've been real quiet," he couldn't remember full details on Nolan so he gave it as best as he could in an answer, "Carrow is dead too. Fischer when he got arrested set the whole building on fire said he killed Nolan, Nolan's wife, and Fichers kids...he was a bastard and so was his wife," what he said next wasn't all public knowledge, "the day we were ambushed by the Son's, Fichers wife murdered my sister," this wasn't the truth either but he wasn't implicating Bryce or Honora, "after my fight with Hiram and Luna passed, I found Zaheala not far from the Keep and I killed her..."
Wyndham. Rainecourt-Carrow. The Sons of Equinox. Seems she had a bit more to follow up on during this time. She wasn’t sure what it was going to be at first, a visit or a stay. But today made her fickle, made her a bit more doubtful and ready to follow Elena’s desire to stay longer or head back towards Elderskeep…
“I’m sure they all deserved worse deaths than they had been given.” She said, her hands reaching again for the cloak. The dark hair falling over her shoulder drew her attention for a moment, the red no where to be seen. “And the crown? The court? Have they simply remained idly while the gifteds are attacked?” She asked, hazel eyes unable to look back at him now. Afraid that seeing him refuse to pick her, say anything on her own close confession, or do anything to come near her might shift her anger from the other things and onto him. “I heard the Nevermeran puppeteer married the Puppet. Pulling all the strings he can to have every kingdom under his control, hm?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:20:55 GMT -5
He was getting distracted, "wait...wait...we're getting off topic here," he held up his hands, "did you come here for intel or to resolve us?"
He took a moment and then just asked, "If we just left and did our own thing Myla...what about Hiram? What do we do when he finds us, you said he could...he would. We know it. I know it, you would have to make a choice and I want to know who it would be..."
Her hand stilled on the cloak, listening to him quickly pivot back to what they had just been shouting at each other about. She wondered if any of the workers she had seen coming in were able to hear them or if they were completely clueless to the deadly threat that laid just within the tree house. “I don’t know what I came here for… just that I needed to come.” She finally met his eyes as he asked her the hypothetical.
The Hiram question was one that would always loom over her and many others within their family. At least those with powers like Myla, useful, powerful, weapons. To add to it, Myla was also breed-able. She had already produced several children in her younger years for Hiram. “We would either have to go with him, or accept we might have to die trying to fight our way out for our own freedom,” she laid the truth before them. “Death is the probability, would you be willing to risk that? To leave all of this,” she waved her hand around the room, “behind if he wanted to bring me… us… back to Elderskeep?”
Cruel as it might sound, she laid it out clearly now, “Would you die to be with me?” Then she glanced at his hands. “Would you run into the unknown for me?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Jun 24, 2023 16:33:26 GMT -5
"together we could take him, I'm not the same timid farmer that I was and you saw maybe what I can do now," he daringly took a step further reaching out to gently take her hand in his, "and you...we know what you can do, how powerful and strong you are...together Myla we could be honestly take him out and live carefree...that tree house estate could be ours..."