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 Koralia Barkirtis on Oct 16, 2023 9:02:21 GMT -5
Kneeling beside him she got some stuff out of a little sack that she always carried with her when she was out and about, there was a clean handkerchief however she has a feeling it wouldn't be clean for, some healing stuff. she grabbed the handkerchief and her waterskin and poured some water on it just to damp it enough. Moving Mal's hair out of the way so she can look at the cut on his neck. It was dirty, she placed a hand on the other side of his neck. "Keep still." Before she got to work rubbing away the dirt, she wasn't too rough just enough to get want needed away.
Afterwards she grabbed a cream that had a lavender scent to it. she got a little bit and rubbed it softly between her fingers before she applied it to his neck. This was to create a protective barrier between any the wound and the outside world hoping that no infection seeped in.
When he asked about the magic looking at the fallen archway as she took his injured hand as she started working on it. "Curses are a powerful thing, however, i feel like we are safe. Unless you have some advance werewolf form now." It was common knowledge that the men of Nevermere under a certain age have got the curse of a werewolf. However only a witch can transform the wolf from within.
Jagged teeth extend from an elongated forward jawline, razor claws that eerily extend past where they should be on the hands, and harrowing yellow orbs for eyes hunt for their victim. A ten-foot-tall immovable wall of rippling black muscle, hardened skin, thick shoulders that extend down into broader arms, all covered in shaggy dark fur. His legs hold firm like small tree trunks, with powerful feet that dig grooves into the ground at a run. A ferocious beast that is as wild and difficult to control as it is lethal for and protective of the one who finds how to walk with a predator.
Post by Malikan Bashar on Oct 16, 2023 11:13:07 GMT -5
Much like a big kid being reminded to take his medicine. He sat still after pulling a brown, musty vial from his pack and placing it beside him. There was always one more vial in a survivalist's toolbox. Any mild pain didn’t seem to phase him as she rubbed his thick neck. It just stung like a regular thorn, sting, or bite. He moved his head downward to allow her room, it was relaxing, his neck was tense after ripping at that door.
Feeling her hands against his neck as the cool cream was applied. When she was finishing, he reached over his shoulder to tap the back of her hand twice, briefly resting it atop hers in thanks. “Wilds always grant you a path Arathar.” Removing his hand, he waited respectful of her craft until she was done, offering his left hand’s graze if she moved toward it.
Kora said any magic was likely gone, “good enough for me.” Given his family's goals, he was naturally suspicious when she spoke about werewolf forms, "nobody has seen it. Better that way.” He hadn’t illegally shifted yet, hoping he’d not have to pair illegally outside of the military. Likely a vain hope with the ambitions his family had. His loyalty to his family meant he would when asked. Did the world need a bigger, angrier version of him walking around?
When Kora was done he poured the brown vial against the fallen rocks. It had a hearty smell to it, like cold stew, spicy, and thick. Not foul, more like an overused stewed kitchen pot that you could almost taste the smoky texture of in the air. Blood and predators like bears don’t go well together; he didn’t want the nearby bear or worse on their scent.
Now there was just the secret of what lay through the broken door, with light bouncing around it.
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Oct 17, 2023 12:21:22 GMT -5
When Malikan placed a hand on her hand there was a soft smile on her face. "It's the least I can do for you, Sealgair." If it wasn't for him she would be still looking around for herbs and not on a cool adventure. her focus was on his hand cleaning it and placing it on the same cream.
When he mentioned that nobody sees him in his wolf form there was a soft smile, she wasn't trying to get information, just more that she just trying to have fun in the situation. Like she knew of the effects of the wolf out of control she was on that night of the ball however, nobody really knew of the events at the ball outside the military which is good in a way cause they can't really let such events been known. When she was done with his hand she cupped his hand in hers. "they all done."
She stood up and walked towards the door and looked trough it seeing what lays behind it in the rubble/
Jagged teeth extend from an elongated forward jawline, razor claws that eerily extend past where they should be on the hands, and harrowing yellow orbs for eyes hunt for their victim. A ten-foot-tall immovable wall of rippling black muscle, hardened skin, thick shoulders that extend down into broader arms, all covered in shaggy dark fur. His legs hold firm like small tree trunks, with powerful feet that dig grooves into the ground at a run. A ferocious beast that is as wild and difficult to control as it is lethal for and protective of the one who finds how to walk with a predator.
Post by Malikan Bashar on Oct 21, 2023 12:12:01 GMT -5
Dust and cobweb hid the truth of the path beyond the door, the craftsmanship, the long hours laboring to create symbolic revelation on the path and show reverence for each step ahead of the threshold. He wedged the door wide and entered, making room for Kora if she wished to join him.
Soon realizing their steps were upon a path that though ruined was crafted to show care, even love in the construction, Malikan paid respect in giving the same care back, and not crushing anything that wasn’t already broken or damaged beyond repair. Taking his hand to the earth and blowing a covering of dust forward, he saw no obvious trap ahead. His javelin was used to test steps to check for pressure plates or other covert trap within. The fresh forest light gleaming inside, bouncing all around was cast upon a small scarlet sapling.
Either the sapling did not need light, was tended by another or the curse had preserved it, the magic within this place kept it young when all else around it became old. Like the crystal clear waters of this place, it beamed a clear beauty, the vibrancy of its leaves shone and its small delicate bark was near symmetric perfection. The sight of this tiny sapling being the centerpiece of all of this, held the big man’s attention more than any gem might. In each corner of the room were four containers, each with the groove of an old symbol cut into them, perhaps a warding, a language, or a key. A mound of hard dry earth, a slab of stone, an old piece of wood, and still crystal clear water running around a marked rockface.
After what seemed like many minutes, or to him a heartbeat, ”what now?” Curiosity was drawing him deeper into the mystery of this ruin. An answer he couldn't gain by brute strength or the application of a clever remedy.
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Oct 26, 2023 10:34:05 GMT -5
As Koralia walked around the ruin a bit as she looked at the sight. "maybe we should come back another day? When we have the right equipment. I not really dressed in a investigating a ruin outfit." She give a cheeky smile as she tries to make a joke out of a situation. Then Kora has a idea, "Maybe if i take a bit of the water and do some test on it?" She got an empty vail and dip the vail in it to contain some of the water?"
Jagged teeth extend from an elongated forward jawline, razor claws that eerily extend past where they should be on the hands, and harrowing yellow orbs for eyes hunt for their victim. A ten-foot-tall immovable wall of rippling black muscle, hardened skin, thick shoulders that extend down into broader arms, all covered in shaggy dark fur. His legs hold firm like small tree trunks, with powerful feet that dig grooves into the ground at a run. A ferocious beast that is as wild and difficult to control as it is lethal for and protective of the one who finds how to walk with a predator.
Post by Malikan Bashar on Oct 26, 2023 15:58:17 GMT -5
Turning to her, his eyebrows raised, a grin forming, “I could carry you.”
This was not his element at all, finding the mystery was great, but solving it? That was going to take one thing he usually never had out here, help. He’d have to ask for help. “Water sounds good.” Better than any idea he had, so he decided to do the same.
A strange feeling in his chest formed as he watched the fresh vial now in his hands. Malikan looked at the puzzle one more time and then turned to Koralia, “yeah, might need help on this one.” Unused to asking for help, the words were quietly spoken, help either from her or someone she knew.
Looking sideways, he gave a friendly smirk, ”have any ruinable mystery clothes?”
Post by Koralia Barkirtis on Oct 30, 2023 8:07:46 GMT -5
Laughing softly at his offer to carry her. "Oh really? I would really like to see you try and carry me." She joked as she tries to challenge him, to see if he would try and pick her up.
When he asked for help there was a softness in Kora's eyes, it takes a lot for a man to ask for help. It takes a lot of courage to do so, and Kora thinks he was very brave to have asked for help. As she finished her vial she stood up and walked over to him. "I can show you how to do it if you want?" She offered.
She was thinking for a moment about the clothes she has with a massive smile on her face. "Yeah, I have a few that might work for being a Ruinable clothes. they are fun."