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!
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 9, 2023 19:49:34 GMT -5
(this thread is for @nadine )
Othello was coming off an accomplishment of a successful mission, they had nabbed the big tall bitch from Cambria without zero incidents. Half of him was glad and the other half had wanted chaos and bloodshed! What's a couple broken eggs if you still got a whole fucking chicken? So how did the Champion get off a little of his growing tension? Quench his bloodlust thirst?
Mild. Training. Exercises.
He had his big metal battle axe currently in a mostly deserted training court yard, he wasn't a quiet man so it more than likely sounded like a gruesome fight happening as he hacked and cleaved wooden dummy after wooden dummy. With each point of contact a angry growl left the Champions mouth as a dummy exploded in splinters, if the dummies were real bodies the field would have easily been a blood bath and the splinters clinging to the bare chest and face a crimson mask. He was shirtless his upper half was covered in tattoos, scars, and heavy sweat which gripped the exploded splinters. He looked wild but wore a signature wolf like smirk.
Nadine had risen before the sun (the morning light behind the clouds, at least), a routine she'd had for years. She'd snuck Aldrich Abbott a kiss and a bit of personal attention before gearing up and heading out. Her walk to the training grounds was a bit shorter from Aldrich's house than her own, but she never complained about her morning commute. The rhythmic march of her boots on the cobblestone roads was as soothing to her as some might find a gentle Ver rainstorm. It gave her something to focus on, a structure to her thoughts that spiraled in the early morning fog.
She was soon to be Mrs. Abbott. Officer Abbott. It was something she had certainly never imagined, save silly fantasies a few years prior. It still didn't feel real, even with the gorgeous ring secured on her left hand. How did a numb alcoholic commoner soldier end up with a nobleman? She was under no illusion that Aldrich was some saint: she had been best friends with the man for years and knew all about his many conquests and drinking problem of his own. But that was just it. They were human and broken together. She imagined she would be all the better for it.
But with that came the realization that, sooner or later, she would have to tell Aldrich about what she had done to their child. He would not have known she was ever pregnant, could not have known the vile thing she did to save her squad and her own skin. It was that guilt that had driven her to drink, to numb herself and try to push Aldrich away. It was that guilt that ate away at her in her nightmares, that rattled in her skull now like moth trapped in a jar.
It was nothing that pure physical exhaustion couldn't distract her from, though.
She was surprised to hear loud crashing and growling as she entered the training field, eyes resting on the source of the noise. A remarkably tall man stood in the middle of an army of wooden dummies, exposed chest and face slick with sweat and splinters. Nadine had to admire the pure ferocity of the man's movements, cleaves and bared teeth that would make a werewolf tuck it's tail between its legs and whimper.
"Would you prefer to sink your teeth into something with a bit more flesh?" Nadine called out, crossing her arms with a raised brow. "I think you've already kept Nevermere's logging industry with plenty of work. Besides, I always find fighting summons to be much better to work out my anger."
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 11, 2023 18:35:49 GMT -5
Othello was surprised by the sudden speaking voice, his axe was coming in a sweeping arc from the ground, low and powerful on the uptake, "WEEPIN' TITS OF A FISHERMAN!" he bellowed pulling just a bit off its intended mark killing some of the strength so he only took a large chunk out of what would be the guts of a human or in her suggestion an extremity of a summoned creature, the large steel battle axe followed through still in a spinning smash into the sands at his feet. He stayed there wild blue eyes locating the source of the voice. A woman. His hands remained gripped on the smooth leather bound handle of the axe, chest heaving, but still smiling, "sorry about that...shouldn't haven't said it, just surprised me is all," he left the axe buried as he corrected himself full upright, "aye, it's a formality that the lumber trade is a potent part of any infrastructure....just trying help honest hard working men," he began to move walking toward a crumpled shirt laying in the sand, "but I guess of you make it a game or a competition with your little summonings...I could see me starting a trendy profitable lucrative new trade," he picked the shirt up and began to put it on, it wasn't saw as nice or pure to be shirtless around a lady of any kind, not unless...
"Othello. Allemeade," he broke down his introduction even though she should recognize who he was (blonde hair; blue eyes; collar) he'd been showcased to the entire Nevermere military both in precession and at the ball, "Champion of Nevermere."
He bowed deeply, deeply than usual but quite comical as per the usual, "I'd say that's a swell idea if I had access to my gift...events....have made me weary of your witches magic...respected you can say."
Nadine rested her hands on her hips with an eye roll. "I'm in officer in the military. I've heard and said much worse than a fisherman's boobs."
She almost protested as he began to put his shirt on, that she'd seen many men much more than simply half naked, but decided not to bother with that particular battle. After all, she had plenty of her own view at home now. Perhaps not as big or ripped as this giant of a man, but much more meaningful. Nadine would take her fiancé's body any day.
"I know who you are, Allemeade," Nadine assured, offering her hand for a shake. "Officer Machenet."
The woman barked a laugh as the man bowed: she'd never seen anyone bow to her before, and it looked as silly as it felt. "Salute's just fine, Allemeade. I ain't a princess."
She paused at his words, then shrugged. "You should respect a witch's magic. Less trouble you'll find yourself in that way."
Nadine was interested at the mention of the man's gift: she knew his collar was to help keep it under control, and pointed the way the miliary wanted. The novelty of an inherent born power, outside of the spells and charms and sacrifices needed to pull upon the power of the goddess, was intriguing. She wondered just how these Lorendale gifteds worked...and what gave them their powers to begin with.
"Pity, then. I could've used the summoning practice," Nadine crossed her arms, shifting her weight. "I'll at least bring in a few for myself to train. Up to you whether you join, I s'pose."
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 17, 2023 5:59:55 GMT -5
"not a Princess?" the Champion looked flabbergasted as he gently shook her hand, "Then please tell why you all look like Princesses?" it was true Othello found the wicked dark nature and allure of the witches from Nevermere far more appealing than any boring Lorendaler (though he did have that moment with the Queen of Lorendale the shadow woman).
"oh I know all about respecting a witches magic," Othello cooed as he walked back to grab his axe from the ground, "I find magic or gifts better suited to be better feared, like mine is," he indicated once again the collar around his neck, "a fearful respect...call your creatures Witch, I'll have a bit of a go with'em."
"If that was supposed to be flirty, you'll have to do better," she shook her head with a sigh. "I'd always assumed the exotic foreigner, the Champion of Nevermere was more of a ladies' man. Still, best you only aim for single women: my fiancé could give you a few lessons in flattery."
Nadine would be lying if she didn't admit the man's sharp blue eyes were alluring and unique amid the dark Nevermereans. But Nadine had the same interest in the man as she might a peculiar beetle: interesting to look at and poke, but not much beyond that. The opportunity to see the attack dog of the military up close and personal was fascinating, and she would certainly be telling Aldrich about it later.
"Good choice," she grinned, pulling a dagger from her boot and flourishing it with a twirl. Nadine's eyes narrowed in concentration as eldritch syllables rolled off her tongue, the skin around her eyes and hands turning a speckled glowing blue. With a few guttural clicks, she drew the blade in quick succession, trickles of blood flowing down her left arm. Dark shadows spiraled up from the ground, taking shape into horrid fleshy monsters (123). They growled and snorted, claws raking against the ground and writhing like a chained dog. Finally, Nadine opened her eyes and pointed towards Othello.
"Him."
The three monsters charged, spittle and ichor flowing from their mouths as they sought to fulfill the contract to their summoner and return to their home plane. They weren't as strategic as a soldier, but were monsters beyond Terra Nova's mortal predators. They would do their best to rend and tear their prey, should they be able to get through the man's mighty greataxe...
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 27, 2023 15:44:30 GMT -5
Othello didn't wait for the shadows to finish forming he didn't hear the Witch tell them he was the target, careful placement of heavy boots created a path to the first shadow creature that formed Othello leaped battle axe raised and aiming to come down on what he assumed was the things exposed brain hoping to split it from head to whatever it called an asshole. If he was successful with the first he'd lift has axe above his head and with all of his might heave it towards the second creature...