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 Keelan Morrigan on Dec 8, 2023 21:00:28 GMT -5
"And how would your Uncle feel about this? Lord Ibrahim," he wondered if Violet had spoken with her Uncle since their little spat? Curious and exactly why Keelan was prying, Goddesses he could just practically offer the marriage to her and she'd take it...for spite he just might have, yet where was the fun in a little game? Keelan was going to press every button he could of Ibrahim's.
Post by Violet Bashar on Dec 11, 2023 22:31:13 GMT -5
“Oh I’m sure he’d be put out that I’m doing something like this on my own,” she said with a wave of her hand, “I’m sure he’ll recover from his shock though. My brother Ares finds his favor and Ares says that fortune favors the bold. Do you not agree with that sort of outlook, my lord?” Violet didn’t much care if her Uncle Ibrahim was put out or not. Sure, she didn’t want him to banish her to the Bashar estate, but she was confident that between Ares and Ibrahim’s wife that he would see things her way…in fact, she’d have to let Ares know of her little venture so it wouldn’t be a shock…
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Dec 14, 2023 16:55:04 GMT -5
A rare smile, "Bold...I know bold and I embrace it," after all Keelan was the boldest of bold hence his public marriage announcement and his business reputation, Keelan knew what she meant, "and you're right, Ibrahim will be just fine," or he wouldn't and Keelan didn't care an ounce of piss.
Post by Violet Bashar on Dec 19, 2023 8:55:50 GMT -5
“Oh yes,” she said, “Everyone has been speaking of your boldness at the festival. Quite daring,” other women might have feared that they were laying it on thick, but Violet was of the opinion that flattery could get you anywhere—especially if a man was being flattered by a pretty woman. She wanted to move on from the subject of her uncle. He could be so dreary[/I, “Why, I am shocked that none of the ladies made right thugs of themselves and dragged you to the nearest elder witch."
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Dec 20, 2023 8:48:48 GMT -5
"I have a reputation and to some such boldness is off putting, I'm not a bad guy I just have a prowess that eludes to power, I own what becomes of mine," he cast her a smouldering yet very Keelan glance, "Few are drawn to that because they don't know how to handle it, so fling all they want I won't settle for just any woman my lady, I have expectations. Grandeur wanting of a relationship where we could capture the moon together if we so wanted."
Post by Violet Bashar on Jan 12, 2024 8:21:28 GMT -5
“Well,” she said, showing him her pretty smile again, “I am not one of those people, my lord,” she leaned a little closer, “I simply adore it when men show at least a little boldness. It shows that they won’t easily be pushed about.” Any talk of ownership and expectations did not phase her in the least. Although she herself might be more brazen than a Bashar woman ought to be, she knew what her place in the world was, “Tell me, my lord, what sort of a woman do you see yourself capturing the moon with?”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jan 14, 2024 14:18:28 GMT -5
"I want a powerful witch one who has the brass to lead the Morrigan Coven," Keelan dared it, whispering just a hint of his grand plan the future of his family name, "Someone ready to bare strong children who will take the reigns of the Morrigan Company and its Coven from us respectively one day; not just here but in the King's territories as well...," he paused their walk so they faced each other, his hand sliding casually against her lower back pulling her respectively closer, "Power. I want power."
Post by Violet Bashar on Jan 17, 2024 0:05:56 GMT -5
Lead the Morrigan Coven! If Violet were some filthy common girl, she may have openly salivated. How delightful...how delicious. Such a find, she thought. The power was tempting in itself, although as a Bashar she had access to quite a bit of power, even if she had to reach through her brother and eventually a husband. It was the leadership of the coven that intrigued her. She was likely not to get that honor in her own clan...Lissette as the daughter of the head of the family would likely be considered before Violet. The Morrigan family was surely going through some changes if Keelan' future wife would be leading the coven. Violet was more determined to have him. Take him and all that he came with before her cousin, Lissette. Oh! She could imagine her cousin's face now...
"Such ambition," she nearly purred, "But what of your sister, my lord?" she said, unaware that Gunne had been taken to Bedlam. She looked up at him as they stood facing each other, allowing him to pull her closer to him, "Would she not object to your wife taking a place that is surely fit for her?" Violet did not really care in truth. However, not asking would be rude, and Bashar women were not raised to be rude.
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jan 20, 2024 17:42:38 GMT -5
"Gunne?" Keelan repeated his sisters name but the electric blue colored eyes never seemed to diminish in their intensity, "Gunne is getting the help she needs, she's been sick for to long and poisoned by Uncle's upbringing of her...she's where she needs to be. She'll be fine."
Post by Violet Bashar on Jan 25, 2024 22:15:13 GMT -5
Violet raised her eyebrows, perhaps a little too winsomely given the subject of his sister, “I had not realized that Gunne was ill,” she said, unsure if he meant sick of the body or sick of the mind, “I do know something of influencing uncles, though,” she said in a reflective way, even if she really didn’t give one rot about her uncle’s influence. It was her brother that influenced her, and her dear brother did know how to turn the tables in his favor, “I do hope she recovers soon, my lord." In truth, she didn't care one way or the other if Gunne recovered. Gunne remaining as she was would only open up the pathway to Violet being a leader of a coven! The only thing she would need to do was marry Keelan, and surely that would be an easy task. After all, she was beautiful, and a Bashar to boot.
Last Edit: Jan 25, 2024 22:18:24 GMT -5 by Violet Bashar
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jan 27, 2024 20:51:43 GMT -5
"Thank you, truly, appreciate the concern," Keelan took a during chance to kiss Violet on the cheek and to whisper, "I'll send for you and we'll have dinner soon Lady Bashar, perhaps we can continue annoying your dear Uncle, yes?"
Post by Violet Bashar on Feb 10, 2024 23:40:15 GMT -5
Violet blushed at the buss on her cheek, and played it up by delicately covering the area with her hand, giggling girlishly, “How forward, my lord,” she said with a playful smile, “You must be careful with such affection, my lord, or my brother will see us married!”
The thought of annoying her uncle brought her no end of delight, and her smile showed it, “Oh I would be ever so happy to accept the invitation when it arrives. It will be such a lark!”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Feb 15, 2024 7:07:40 GMT -5
Again the rare Keelan smirk, "Then I look forward to seeing you then Lady Bashar, but this is where I must depart," he took her hand and planted the softest kiss across the back of her knuckles, "Until next time."