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!
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 14:08:07 GMT -5
Cassian could tell that part of his lie wasn't working. His dark gaze flickered between the men. He pressed on relatively seamlessly, but his min started to move in a new direction. He'd do whatever he must to get himself and Regan out of this situation unscathed. That is, no more scathed than they already were.
"We didn't intend to go back to town tonight. Our carriage will fetch us in the morning." His eyes dipped to the bow, then he half turned his head to glance down at Regan before turning back to the man. "Uh, sir, might I ask for a moment's privacy so that my wife can dress herself?" It was only polite. He hoped it would be the break they needed to escape.
The toothpick man's eyes hadn't left Regan's leg. He was stupid enough to think she might be on her time of the month...but he was also curious enough to keep looking.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 16, 2023 15:16:25 GMT -5
“Carriage, eh? Didn’t know fancy folk lived around these parts…” He did look rich, as his dullard friend had so obviously identified. Too rich, in his opinion, to live so far away from Skia where society slipped away. The lady did seem to fit the profile, but that made things all the more suspect. The leader didn’t know just what he was looking at yet, but he smelled a rat…
Meanwhile, the toothpick man dragged up to the source of the trickle blood—a mark on the outside of her thigh. He tried to get the other man’s attention, but was brushed off with a grunt. There was a moment of tense silence before the leader decided:
“Can’t risk leaving ya with beasts about, I’m afraid. I’ll avert my eyes while your lady gets dressed, but I’ll stay.” He smiled. “For her safety, of course.”
For a moment, Regan didn’t move. She was watching the toothpick man watch her, as his dull mind tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together when they didn’t quite fit. And then—
“My lor—my love,” Regan pivoted, facing Cassian, “Surely just one man is something I can handle. Besides, he can keep watch…” She kissed him then, full on the mouth, losing focus for a moment before pulling back, “I think I lost my ring on the floor somewhere. If you’ll help me find it.” Regan’s words were quiet and slow, delivered to Cassian with exaggerated meaning.
Last Edit: Sept 17, 2023 13:35:33 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 17, 2023 13:48:12 GMT -5
The beast that always lurked just under the surface was growling, pacing. While Regan’s modesty was typically of no concern to Cassian, in this fake instance where he was posing as her husband he was suddenly furious at all the eyes. The refusal of privacy. The smile on that man’s face.
When Regan moved in front of him and planted a kiss, Cassian’s arms wrapped around her form to easily turn them both so that she was hidden by him once more.
“Put on your pants.” Cassian whispered, not a soft suggestion but a stern command, though spoken softly. Loudly, for the men to hear, he said,
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 17, 2023 14:01:33 GMT -5
Even though it was all a charade, Regan’s cheeks warmed and her heart skipped a beat as Cassian’s arms wrapped around her. She nodded and, trying to preserve her modesty as best she could, reached down to snatch up her pants and put them on. Their leader kept his word and averted his eyes.
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 17, 2023 14:26:17 GMT -5
Cassian looked over his shoulder as Regan dressed, venom in the glare he shot the watching men, though of course they barely noticed him. One was craning his neck to see more, while the toothpick man was still fixed on the blood. The waning light dimmed the inside of the unlit cabin, mercifully hiding the dots of red that had started appearing in Cassian’s shirt.
“What exactly are you hunting?” Cassian asked as soon as Regan’s pants were on. He sank to a crouch as he spoke, looking to the floorboards for the key.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 17, 2023 15:09:14 GMT -5
The craning onlooker had found his investigation of Regan insufficient and turned his attention to Cassian searching the floorboards. He put down his bow and started to help, no doubt thinking if he arrived at the ring first, he might be able to pocket it without the man noticing. Or he’d be seen finding it and rewarded for his assistance. Now that Regan was clothed, the lead hunter turned back to the pair with a shrug.
“Lots of good game in these parts. Rupert’s brother,” He gestured to the searching man, “Swears he saw a twenty-point buck up in these woods just a few days ago. Says we should come up and snag him before the wolves got ‘em first. Now…” He grimaced, “It’s the wolves I’m worried about.”
“We’ve got footprints!” Came a shout from outside. The other man abandoned his search for the key and rushed out while the toothpick man continued to stare. The blood was hard to see on the outside of Regan’s trousers, but in one area on the outside of her thigh, a few splotches of the navy fabric were a shade darker.
“You hurt, miss?” The toothpick man took a few steps forward.
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2023 15:19:22 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 18, 2023 23:28:00 GMT -5
Cassian didn’t think they were looking in the right place. His pants had swung in his hand, which likely meant the ring had been swung. He predicted it had hit a wall and rested somewhere further to the left, just under the window. He was concerned, however, that searching too broadly with onlookers would be cause for further suspicion. So he calmly carried on where he was at, only inching in the direction he predicted the key to be in.
With Rupert gone and only two men left, Cassian’s objective started to shift. Slowly. Especially at toothpick’s question. The king stood, planted firmly between Regan and the skinny twerp.
“Don’t worry about her.” He said, sounding very much like a jealous husband.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2023 7:09:54 GMT -5
“And why shouldn’t I?” Clearly the misguided toothpick man thought that a country folk hunter like himself could take this soft nobleman who’d come out for a little roll in the hay. Regan remained focused on the shouts from outside. It wouldn’t be long before they followed the footprints to where they led—here. In the cabin. As the leader opened his mouth to manage the situation, Regan slung out a curse as quickly as her mouth could make it.
The men would turn into rats.
“Go—” The door to the outside had been closed to preserve Regan’s privacy. Once again, Regan went to bar the door, hoping that they’d have enough time for Cassian to complete his search for the key.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2023 7:19:41 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 20, 2023 12:10:13 GMT -5
Cassian was ready to cross the old cabin and sock the sniveling loser in the face when Regan set her curse. The moment the men turned into rats Cassian sprinted to the side of the room he suspected the key was at. Sure enough, it only took him ten seconds to locate it. He snatched it off the ground and moved swiftly towards the door.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 20, 2023 18:11:48 GMT -5
One of the rats started up Regan’s leg. She kicked it across the room as Cassian approached. It was only when he started to slide the key in the lock that she’d let off the door, ready to barrel to the other side after him.
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 21, 2023 2:29:51 GMT -5
The key inserted and turned, and then Cassian shoved the door open, making sure to remove the key, and both he and Regan tumbled through. A rat did too but they didn’t notice. Not right away. Cassian’s foot caught the door to slam it shut as he collapsed onto the ground just in his study. He breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before his shoulders started to shake in silent laughter.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 21, 2023 5:55:22 GMT -5
Regan dropped down next to him with a grunt. Panting, Regan rolled over, wide-eyed.
“Your Majesty, are you…” Once Regan recognized Cassian’s laughter for what it was, a broad grin spread across her face as she started to giggle. The giggle grew as she rolled onto her back next to him, laughing up at the ceiling.
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2023 5:56:09 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 21, 2023 6:31:53 GMT -5
Cassian's laugh didn't break the sound barrier. It remained this odd, breathy thing that could arguably be considered creepy. This was his first time laughing in as long as he could remember. The mirth died down as he remembered their situation. They were both wounded, and they'd killed people.
His amusement would die even further when the spell wore off and the rat that had followed them through the door became the man with the bow.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 21, 2023 6:50:02 GMT -5
Breathy and creepy as it was, Regan savored every awkward note of Cassian’s laugh. Each one felt like a victory. She rolled on her side, staring at him with a satisfied smile. Regan, therefore, would not be the first to see the man as he emerged from his rat-state. She’d react only when Cassian did.
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 21, 2023 8:59:34 GMT -5
The man turned back, face twisted in shock and awe. Cassian started at him, not reactionary enough to give Regan cause for alarm. It would be the man talking that alerted her to his presence.
“But…you’re…” clearly he was shocked, confused, and even hurt, “…the king?” And it was possible in the silent moment that followed he was piecing things together.