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 Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 14:39:24 GMT -5
Regan followed, smelling for the hunters, the stinking heat of their bodies in the dark. They come upon the hunters and the string of the bows snapped. Whatever arrows came her way, so be it. Regan snatched up the nearest hunter in her jaws and flung him like a ragdoll.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 15, 2023 14:46:49 GMT -5
Cassian, too, leapt upon the party, he and Regan both wolves too great to be wolves. Immediately the humans knew it was not actually animals they were up against, but monsters. The party was male. All male, save for a woman. A woman who knew a thing or two about the werewolf curse.
Cassian was ripping a man in half with his paw-hands when the witch began to chant. He couldn’t hear it due to the dying cries of Regan’s victim. Blood and guts dripped from his claws. He looked and marveled, caught for a moment by the gruesome sight before him. Caught by how easy it had been. Caught by the regret that filled him, though a hunger for more destruction tried to stifle it.
His head snapped up from his carnage and to his next victim. The chanting woman. His lips curled away from his teeth and he leaped forward. He was in the air when an incantation ripped out of her, seeming to come from her lips. It should have ripped into Cassian with a fury that might very well have ended him. Instead, it came within two feet of his descending form and hit an unseen shield. The witch only had time to widen her eyes before Cassian’s teeth were in her neck.
That’s when a volley of arrows were released upon them.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 15, 2023 14:52:10 GMT -5
Without skipping a beat, Regan moved to the next hunter. She sank her teeth into him and threw him against the ground before tearing him open like a gruesome birthday gift. It was then Regan heard the incantation tear through the air. She snarled and launched to join Cassian, who was…unscathed. His teeth sank into the witch’s neck, a reality she had only a second to consider before they were peppered with arrows.
Regan felt their sharp sting and shrieked as she unleashed a blazing torrent of fire from her jaws.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 3:00:35 GMT -5
Two arrows sunk into Cassian, the first on his back, the second into his side. The pain was enough to waken him from his destructive path. His brown eyes flashed about them, the mind of the king sharpening. They needed to leave. He communicated that with a quick howl before taking off.
Unless Regan stayed back to finish those who remained, the hunters would angrily pursue, vengeance on their minds.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 6:59:31 GMT -5
Regan would have likely carried on her path of destruction, despite the arrows that stuck in her thigh and shoulder. But Cassian called her to follow and she did. Her speed was still enough to keep pace with Cassian but was slowed by the arrow in her leg.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 7:10:28 GMT -5
Cassian panted heavily, not from lack of stamina, but out of growing fear. It wasn't fear of the hunters, but fear of the consequences. He knew better than this. He had been frustrated and seeking a release, and this is what he had done. He was also disappointed. What would his father say to him if he were still here? The wolf ran faster than it ever had, spurred by the thoughts of the human. He shifted back upon reaching the clearing just in front of the cabin, melting into the much smaller and smoother human that he was. He burst into the cabin and began dressing again, this time noticing the things. The gear. The fact that this abandoned cabin was now being used by--
An arrow zipped through the broken glass of the window and missed his face by an inch.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 7:18:41 GMT -5
The accelerated healing was a blessing and a curse. Regan’s flesh knitted around the arrow as she ran. She sensed Cassian’s fear, which was enough to make her share it as she pushed beyond the pain running faster, faster—
Regan heard their shouts, which were not so distant now.
She shifted back when Cassian did, rushing after him into the cabin with a little hobble in her step from where the now absent arrow had pierced her thigh. Regan reached for her clothes and had started to slip her arms through her shirtsleeves when the window burst. Pants in hand, Regan would get low and slam her weight against the door to close it.
“Cassian, the key—“ The slam of another person’s weight on the other side rattled it as they tried to break it.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2023 7:18:55 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 7:23:00 GMT -5
Adrenaline was fueling the king, a discipline beyond his status keeping his mind focused on the task at hand: getting dressed. The timing with the arrow and the picking up of his pants had them swinging. He tugged them up in a flash and dove his hand into the pocket to retrieve the key...but it wasn't there. Cassian sunk to a crouch, eyes wide, the only indication that he wasn't cool, calm, and collected.
"I don't have it." He said to Regan. He promptly began scouring the floor for it.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 7:30:56 GMT -5
THUD.
Regan tried to brace herself but her bare feet had trouble getting traction on the floorboards. She watched helplessly as Cassian searched for the key, bracing herself for another—
The door flew open, nearly coming off its hinges as Regan tumbled across the floor toward Cassian. Three red-faced hunters stood in the doorway, glowering as they stared down at the partially-dressed pair, one with his bow drawn aimed right for them.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 7:42:31 GMT -5
One moment they had had time, just one more second to look, and the next they didn't. Cassian was clothed in his pants and shirt, nothing tucked, nothing set correctly. With Regan now at his feet he moved to help her stand, slowly, slowly, eyes fixed on the men in the doorway.
"Please," he wasn't begging; his tone was the one you'd use when trying to calm a rabid dog, "point the bow away from us." He'd inch slightly so that he was in front of Regan. Right now he wasn't the king and she his huntsman. He was a man with a woman, and any Nevermerean of good blood would scoff at a man that let a woman stand in front of him.
"Shoot him," a toothpick of a man standing beside the armed hunter hissed. He clearly wasn't the boss of the three.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 8:48:01 GMT -5
Regan hadn’t made it as far through dressing as Cassian had. Her shirt was on and long enough to provide some semblance of modesty, but her pants that had been clenched in her hand dropped to the floor as she stood.
Regan stayed close behind Cassian, her body against his. To the hunters, it would appear she was a woman cowering behind the man that she’d come with. But Regan’s lips moved in a curse, delivered in a whisper against Cassian’s back to provide him a warning. She held the last word, but one more syllable would have the men ‘poof’ into rats.
It was a gamble, as there was a chance they might not poof fast enough before the arrow was loosed. Besides, there were other hunters out there to take their place. So, for now, Regan would hold her tongue.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 12:02:38 GMT -5
”No, wait.” It was the other unarmed hunter. His greedy eyes raked Cassian and Regan both. “First tell us what the hell you’re doing in our cabin.”
Cassian was good at lying. Very good.
“We came out here to be alone together.” His stony demeanor translated a bit pompously. His hand slowly moved to his side to take hers. “She’s my wife. We just wanted a change of scene.” His gaze flickered between the three.
“He looks rich.” The toothpick said.
“And she looks tasty.” Said the other. Still they waited for the armed man, apparently their leader, to decide the next step. Clearly the two bozos didn’t think they were the werewolves. Maybe the leader wasn’t as dull.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 12:09:32 GMT -5
Regan wasn’t a skilled play-actor, but she didn’t need to pretend when she quickly took Cassian’s hand and tucked herself next to him. The word wife did make Regan’s face turn pink and a little involuntary smile tug at the corner of her mouth. A silly response given the circumstances.
Regan’s eyes snapped to the man that referenced her. Her hand grew warm in Cassian’s as she clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from springing into fangs. “Try it.” her eyes said as she glared at him, ”I dare you.”
The leader watched them both for a long moment. Whether that pause was one that indicated clever calculation or dullness as yet to be determined. Either way, he dropped his bow, though his hands remained on it to raise it again.
“Awful long way to come for a bit of a romp…” He said, “These are dangerous woods. Should be careful.”
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2023 13:48:09 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Sept 16, 2023 13:52:46 GMT -5
Cassian didn't realize he was holding his breath until the man lowered the bow and his lungs were filled. This would have been the stupidest way to die. A deep part of himself was angry that he was in this situation at all.
A toothy, comely smile spread across Cassian's face as he faked a chuckle--a noise Regan never would have heard him make--and looked bashfully at the ground.
"Doing what I must to keep romance alive." He looked up then, face growing serious. "But we heard noises. There's definitely something in the woods. It's why we started to get dressed. Did...did you get it?"
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 14:00:52 GMT -5
Stupidly, Regan was finding it difficult to decide whether she were more captivated by the severity of the situation or the grin on Cassian’s face. So captivated that she didn’t realize the trickle of blood running down the length of her thigh, one that the toothpicked man cocked an eyebrow at.
The leader didn’t notice. His eyes were fixed on Cassian. The third man was also looking at Regan as if she were the prey they’d been seeking.
“No,” the leader said with decided suspicion, “Not yet.” He waited a moment before, “Forgive me…I don’t see any provisions you brought for your travels. It’s an awful long way back to town, sir.”