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!
The First Bloods were over when a man entered the pits, Boros, the man had been hosting the Vers fights and games for a long time. He was a entertainer and he looked and acted the part. The crowd (especially the Coheedsmen) was very energetic hollering, stomping, whistling loudly, and some had their shields banging them with clubs or hatchets.
Boros carried something that when he spoke through one end it made his voice louder, it boomed over the crowd from inside the pits, "I LOVE IT YOU HEATHENS! MAKE OUR ANCESTORS PROUD! SCREAM IT TO THE CLOUDS AND TO THE MOUNTAINS THE VERS GAMES ARE KICKING OFF!"
Just when one thought it couldn't get louder it doubled up this time and it was louder than thunder!
"LETS START THIS OFF WITH A BEAST BATTLE! CAN YOU DIG IT?! CAAAAAAN YOOOOU DIIIIG IT?!"
And the crowd did dig it...for a moment...
"SHH....SHHH...CAN YOU HEAR THEM?!" and just like that the arena fell silent enough that they could hear it: the howling and roaring of beasts unknown...
"OUR FIRST FIGHTER HAILING FROM NEVERMERE....OUR FIRST EVER NEVERMERE SOLDIER TO SIGN UP....SERGEANT KASPER VAN ZANT"
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(Rules: get your d20s ready! each creature has a Stat Block. After you post your arrival I'll do CN for everyone; I'll be using Kaspers thread as the example so we have something to kinda use as a cheat sheet. I'm open to watchers posting after the beast battles are over to give characters respective POV on fights it isn't mandatory!)
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 27, 2023 6:29:50 GMT -5
Kasper had been given a hour to prepare for his beast battle: when he walked into the arena he wore a loose light chainmail armor, his hatchets hung at his sides (one had to be replaced after the Nevermere games), he had a potion of smaller healing in case of emergencies, on his back was a black bow with a full set of arrows, a old flail, and last but not least the bracer from Arynn Frey he had won it would see its first use today. A lot of people had underestimated Kasper his entire life and so far Coheed hadn't been any different, they saw a small man and that was it they had no reference of the time and work Kasper put in to be where he was in the military, being Sergeant aside the work a paired solider had to put in was more than any soldier.
He stopped where Boros told him which was beside him, "so yer going through with it kid?"
Kasper smirked and pulled his hair back, "Van Zants ain't afraid of shit big guy," and this earned a good laugh from Boros who clapped Kasper on the back, "I like the heart kid! Got a real treat for you...good luck," and Boros stepped back to the center of the pit to address the crowd.
Boros was very interested to see the little soldier fight because he was going to need it. Putting his hollering item back close to his mouth he wasted no more time, "VAN ZANTS ARENT AFRAID OF SHIT! THATS WHAT HE SAID FOLKS THE KID HAS A BIG SET OF BALLS I PROMISE YOU THAT BECAUSE HE'LL NEED IT FOR THIS BATTLE! BRING OUT OUR FEARSOME BROTHER AND SISTER NEGAN AND VEGA!"
Opposite the side Kasper had emerged lead by two Coheed warriors by chains were two of the biggest tigers most had ever seen! Negan was the oldest but much smaller than his sister Vega and they roared loudly against the screaming crowd, Vega didn't hesitate to swipe at her handler who carefully dodged back from the beast.
"SIMPLE RULES! KILL OR BE KILLED YOUNG SOLDIER!" and Boros exited the pits climbing on a makeshift stage below the platform below the Governor and his guests. He nodded to the two men to let go of the chains and they made a hastening retreat. Vega gave a little chase but when the large steel door slammed shut she rubbed against the bars before laying down, she was content with letting Negan take the fight first...
"FIGHT!" Boros cried.
Negan had spotted Kasper as soon as he cleared the door and with the chain loose he took off toward the man...
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 29, 2023 9:32:40 GMT -5
As soon as Boros yelled fight the beast (he had seen a picture of this creature in a picture book once; he couldn't recall the name but they were powerful and deadly) came at Kasper quickly the soldier had been training long enough that nimble swift reflexes seemingly drove Kasper as he pulled out one of his hatchets just as the beast leaped he instinctively used the arm with his bracer to block. If the block was successful ("despite not having a shield") and the beast hadn't knocked Kasper over he would come overhead with hatchet hoping to at least land a decent blow...
Negan would leap into the air to tackle its prey mouth open and ready to tear into the man as soon as he makes contact. The male tiger would only meet the extending shield that was Kaspers enchanted Arynnite bracer wrapped around his wrist. While Negan hadn't made the contact he craved, his large body and its sheer size combined with its speed collided so hard Kasper would be knocked back onto the ground on his back leaving him prone and scrambling back up.
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 Jul 8, 2023 19:33:51 GMT -5
Kasper Dice Roll: 15
For a second Kasper didn't think the shield would deploy but it sprang to life at the last possible moment as the beast clashed against it and he definitely think about the power behind the tiger. Between the creature and his shield Kasper was sent sailing a good four or five feet backwards and on his bottom. His hand held tightly to his hatchet as he rolled on through the blast backwards on his back and onto his knees...he was thinking the tiger was stunned from he surprise of the shield and his own collison with it so he cooked his arm back aiming to let his hatchet fly hoping to sink it into the shoulder or the flank of the beast. He would follow up by pulling his flail from his back and bringing his shield up ready to follow up hit or miss.
The tiger hadn't been expecting the hard cold steel of the shield and Negans entire head ate the front of the shield, it even wailed in surprised pain as he crashed into the ground. Negan had stood once but the rattle his skull took seemed to have really settled, he knew it hurt and it tasted its own blood. His own tongue had been caught in the snapping of his jaws puncturing through the meat..
The crowd was roaring! Excitement filled the air!
Vega had stirred, no longer bored but not yet interested enough to move she just knew something was wrong with her brother. He was finally rising from the sand but the little meat of man had thrown something and that something had stuck deep and nasty into Negans left shoulder, Negan again cried out as he flung himself on his back driving the hatchet deeper...
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 Jul 12, 2023 7:53:58 GMT -5
Kasper Dice Roll: 20
TW: VIOLENCE & BLOOD
The hatchet had landed, Kasper wouldn't waste time he took off toward the wounded creature flail swinging above his head as he neared the tiger had managed to turn at least to its belly as the hatchet had made standing difficult if not impossible but he could still swipe, which Negan attempted, Kasper blocked the large murder mitten with his shield just as he brought the flail down across the brow of the tigers head! It cried yet again, swiping blindly, Kasper blocked, and swung again hitting the same mark...blood sprayed the front of Kaspers shield and the top part of his face mixing with the sweat caused by the action and heat...
'FINISH IT! FINISH IT!' the crowd cheered Kasper on, Negan was in a spasm of death throws, Kasper dropped the flail and grabbed the other hatchet looped at his waist and delivered the last killing blow. Negan moved no longer as blood began to pool in the sand..
The Van Zant pulled the other hatchet from the dead tigers backside...eyes on the now interested sister.
The big sister took off covering the distance between the man, while it didn't know truly what was going on with her brother she felt something...something was missing now. Negan hadn't stirred once since he fell and she'd smelled pools of blood like that before, it was usually after they had killed during a hunt. Blood. The air was heavy with it but none of this stopped her as she closed the distance between her prey only she stopped just a few inches away from the man raising up on her haunches slapping and clawing at him, trying to tear or break or slash the prey...it was only kill and eat or be killed now. Whatever she was doing was making all shouting meals louder and she screamed out her own prideful roar.
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 Jul 25, 2023 21:40:22 GMT -5
KASPER rolled a 14!
Kasper was ready with his shield, he was braced for the big cat to follow the same as the other did and tackle him but she stopped just a foot in front of Kasper bringing those large murder mittens up and boxing...Kasper was in a position still to defend the fury of blows. One made it through coming down across Kaspers left shoulder and across his chest, it slashed four perfect claw marks down the man's chest. Kasper growled in pain but it was just a deep scratch his hatchet had already been coming up and it caught just below the tigers soft belly...it's guts spilled out onto the sand and with its last dying swipe she caught Kasper just across the same injury creating a criss cross mangled mess, then fell with a thump...she crawled a few feet stood and then collapsed with a dying whimper...
Kasper had dropped to a knee, he was hurt but he fished his waist for the potion of minor healing biting the cork off with his teeth, Boros and a few other Coheed men were storming the pit as Kasper drank the entire potion. It would take a minute but the previous buring sensation was already wearing off when Boros made it to Kasper helping the boy back up, "That was impressive little soldier," he whispered with a angry yet pleased tone, a smirk on his face ashe brought his horn to his lips, "OUR WINNER KASPER VAN ZANT!"