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*
Othello had lost track of a few days, or maybe weeks? It didn't matter he'd met so many instructors and done so many things by now that the Gifted was really wondering what the hell was the point of all of it? He'd spent one week moving various sized rocks from one side of this big fancy yard to the next for hours from dawn to dusk then again and again every day. Still he done it, he had time obviously. The next week he had to bust the rocks into smaller rocks and then smaller rocks to tinier rocks and then for three days he ground them into dust with just one cup of water; still yet he done it with no questions asked.
This week and on the second day Othello had been instructed to stand on a pole with a very narrow top. Of course the instructor had said for every time he fell off they'd add a day and unfortunately after seven hours tired shakey legs sent him falling to the ground he was sure a rib or two had been broken BUT, he picked himself up and climbed back to the top to restart the clock. He need to just remain on the pole for a whole 24 hours. His stomach grumbled, getting off the pole wasn't the only prize but a decent meal too. More than just bread and water. He stared down at his instructor a small grin on his face, "do you know any songs?"
Cam had to take a moment to breathe deeply before stepping outside. He had let himself hope that his latest biggest problem would sort itself out, that a few weeks of instruction would somehow snap the sole male resident's cocky self-assuredness and pave a way for rehabilitation. That was a foolish dream. Othello's instructors had come to Cam to complain about having to work with him almost daily. Most instructors were women, and they weren't accustomed to having to be on guard against a man who could overpower them and who seemed to have the resilience of a piece of dried manure. Nothing affected him, they complained. The lessons they'd use for female residents were too easy, but the new plans they'd devised seemed to entertain the brute rather than challenging him. No one wanted to try taking a switch to him for fear that he'd snap like a bear taunted in a cage.
Having put off visiting the man himself for an extra few weeks, Cam had finally not been able to come up with a good excuse to not oversee the instruction himself. So here he was, steeling himself on his own property before he could walk out into his own yard to talk to the worst "guest" he'd ever had to host.
There were more guards than usual stationed outside, but they weren't obviously watching Othello. They milled around the area, lingering at the walls and standing close enough to come running without seeming to hover. Cam had only one guard at his side, and he sauntered out to the pole with his hands clasped behind his back as if he were simply out for a leisurely stroll in a garden.
Normally the pole was used to tie women for whippings. Cam was a little impressed at the ingenuity of the instructor, though he could see from her clenched jaw and red face that she was being tested by the man who balanced on top of the pole at least as much as he was. He wasn't noticeably thinner, though he seemed lean and hollowed out, skin taut over muscle and bone. But there was no sense of suffering to the man, no air of building desperation that Cam had hoped to see. He gritted his own teeth and forced himself closer.
"Good day, Sir Othello," Cam called up, stopping about ten feet away from the pole. "I trust your time at the Beldam has been a period of self-reflection and spiritual growth?"
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 Oct 23, 2023 7:30:51 GMT -5
"Director," Othello replied high above on his post but the collared man didn't break his forward focus, plus he could smell the uncomfortable smug in a metaphorical way coming off the Director before he spoke to Othello.
"Well when I'm not with these outstanding instructors, I'm alone. So loads of self reflection," then he shrugged, "I'm uh not a spiritual lad Director so honestly couldn't tell you..we live and die..."
Cam allowed himself a brief smirk, his confidence boosted by the fact that the man on the pole seemed very focused on staying up there, which meant he wasn't likely to jump down and try to kill Cam.
"Yes, we do live and die," he called up, still using the patronizing instructive tone. "And we have only ourselves to blame for how that life or death plays out. Are you perhaps reconsidering how you've used your life and how you might want the rest of it to go?"
He wasn't quite brave enough to keep talking about death with the killer on the pole.
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 Nov 7, 2023 10:39:01 GMT -5
"I know I'm tired of this place," Othello answered a bit to honest perhaps, "but I don't mind all these pointless tasks Director, they've kept me occupied and they aren't as mundane as just living out there," he nodded in no general direction but he was implicating the outside world away from this facility, "still yet...perhaps I should buckle under the weight of all your social constructs and fill the mold of proprietary? Be the obedient dog I've been asked to be, apologize to my superior Commander Usher for my lack of following the chain of command? I don't know Director you have the leash...lead me Director to being a good boy..."
Once again, Cam found himself flustered, unsure of how to respond. This man didn't act like anyone he knew how to deal with. Other nobles abided by a strict code of propriety and doublespeak, and women were always lying. He only ever issued commands to his guards or dealt with subservient men who worked for him. This strange magic-wielding monster had obediently submitted to the weeks of mistreatment and yet seemed to genuinely harbor no ill-will or resentment.
Unless he was actually a superior liar and hiding a vendetta? Could he actually mean to apologize? Or . . .
Had Cam finally done the impossible and rehabilitated a witch--even a male one? He imagined himself standing beside this frightening brute before the king, two servants of the crown valued and respected by all at court, the king's gratitude and the social acclaim of his achievement . . .
"You show unprecedented wisdom," Cam said, trying to sound wise and paternal. "Perhaps you have indeed learned your place and how best to interact with your betters. There is hope for you. Perhaps . . . yes, I will inquire with the court as to the terms of your release to society. After all, a servant who can act for the good of his keepers is better than one left broken on the shelf."
His mind whirled with possibilities for his own advancement. He looked at the woman running the instruction session, who was looking uncertainly between Cam and Othello. She'd been planning to keep him up there until he collapsed, Cam knew.
"Put him in his cell at sundown," he said, loud enough for Othello to hear the merciful end goal. "I think he'll be ready to break his fast tonight as well. Give him a full meal." That meant a child-sized portion of dry bread and gruel made with the memory of meat, but still.
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 Nov 10, 2023 17:12:47 GMT -5
Othello masked his emotions under the concentration of the task at hand, Goddess praise was he truly an exceptional liar or was the Director? His truth was this, with Regans guardianship his change had been true and sentimental while this was about being free from this prison by any mean which meant kissing ass. But for all Othello knew the Director was just playing him back however for a moment the big man wondered what did this type of rehabilitation and its success bring for the Director?
Only time would tell, and that was the strongest fact of facts. So, until then ass kissing it was.
"Many thanks Director and I owe you an apology as well, our first time meeting was rocky yes? As ever the humble man you are and I strive to be everyday...please accept my apology, I..I've been a lost man for years and you've changed me, your staff, all of it..."
Cam had still been daydreaming about the possibilities of fame and adulation that rehabilitating the Champion would bring, the royal dinners and admiring glances, maybe even supplicating nobles from other houses who saw him as a means to social advancement. Othello's voice pulled him back again, and his eyes narrowed with irritation and the first hint of uncertainty at his words. It wasn't that he'd never heard a proclamation like that from a resident, but to hear it from someone who had yet to try fighting back, who had yet to scream and snivel during instruction . . . could the Champion of Nevermere be so easily broken?
But, of course, it could come back to that fundamental difference between this brute and every other guest at the Beldam: he was a man, inclined to reason and integrity and intellectual fortitude. Perhaps this was the proof of why only women needed to be held here. A man could be told what was needed of him and adapt. Only women needed sense beaten into them.
Cam smiled, trying to hide his unease.
"Of course," he said. If Othello had been in reach, he might have offered the man a handshake. "Perhaps all you really needed was a vacation of sorts, time to reflect and ponder the course of your life."
The woman running Othello's instruction turned an incredulous stare from the man on the pole to the director, her gaze returning to Othello with anger. She would obey the director's instructions, but she was going to go out of her way to make sure this man still had an opportunity to suffer.
Cam didn't notice. His mother was hosting a dinner party in the next week, and he needed to make sure a certain military leader got an invitation. He started to leave, then stopped and turned back as another thought struck him.
"Tell me, in your duties as Champion, did you do much teaching of martial arts? Swordplay and the like?" Perhaps there was a better way to utilize the man's time than with womanly instructional activities.
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 Nov 26, 2023 20:07:00 GMT -5
The ghost of a wolf's smile greeted the very edges of Othellos lips which still made for menacing features to shine; yet he did not break his focus and he remaind now more stiller than ever his mind casting the vibes of an inappropriate finger at the woman. Spite.
"Yes Director, of course, I'm a seasoned fighter and swordsman, I've always known a thing or two...a natural...and if you want training from the Champion," he made a small motion with his head as if he would gladly offer up his Champion training, "I won't deny it."