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 Jan 21, 2024 13:49:34 GMT -5
Cassian’s lead was to wait. To give the mayor time. He did not know what the man said, but he gave the opportunity for his words to have won him over.
Time would tell. Surely they wouldn’t need to wait long.
Cassian was not a king that paced, but here, now, disguised as a Delaney, he indulged, passing his weight from one foot to the other, one arm creating a shelf for the other to rest against.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:49:43 GMT -5
Perhaps Regan should have been focused solely on the task at hand. Perhaps the severity of it should have overridden anything else that required consideration. But as she watched Cassian, her thoughts were elsewhere. She was replaying the moment after the dance over and over again, watching Cassian, a cold pit of dread settling in her stomach as she did. She ran a hand through her hair and turned away, scanning the room, the locations of the doors, any objects that might prove useful as the noise from outside grew--
There was a shriek. Shouting. And then the doors to the outside that the mayor had exited through were flung open. Raymond and his cronies stood there, the ones that had chased Cassian and Regan through the crowd. Some of that crowd was now behind them. Some were furious, others were curious, some were fleeing the scene in a rush. Either way, the mayor was nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, these people had been secluded in the mountains for too long.
Regan stepped quickly to Cassian's side, breathing slowly, teeth clenched as she scanned each man, each member of the crowd.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:50:03 GMT -5
When the door burst open Cassian tensed and faced it. He was sinking, disappointed in what things had come to.
Snagging Regan’s arm to be sure she would hear him, he called to the approaching man,
“We are professionally trained combatants, and her way with magic would shock even a military-trained witch.” It was his warning to the man—and his plan for Regan. They might have to fight their way out, but it wouldn’t be as wolves.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:50:11 GMT -5
"Then get the witch first."
An arrow whizzed through the air with an unmistakable sound. Reflexively, Regan stepped in front of Cassian and spat an incantation that sent a blast of energy in its direction, trying to avoid the crowd. Most of the wall of the building burst out and buckled, and half a dozen members of the crowd went flying.
The mob mentality had taken hold. Whatever lies Raymond had been spreading had time to grow and bear fruit. The crowd surged forward, the shooter reloading his bow and others drawing weapons. While Regan and Cassian had skill, the mob certainly had the volume.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:50:23 GMT -5
There was skill, there was volume, and then there was magic. Cassian didn’t easily resort to using his ring. He believed that magic always came with a price, and he’d pay as little as possible.
Trusting Regan to hold her own, he picked up the nearest chair and slammed it to the ground. Unfortunately instead of its leg coming free, he was presented with two legs attached to the seat. He hefted it up, pointing the chair legs towards those flooding in.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:50:33 GMT -5
No one had to die today. At least, that's what Regan repeated in her head as the mob advanced. Regan went for the bench. She grabbed it and tossed it in the air, timing it falling with another energy blast that sent the bench flying into the crowd. More people were knocked back and undoubtedly injured as another arrow flew in their direction and grazed Regan's arm. Her eyes darkened, and she started to count.
She glanced toward the door where Merida had exited. They should make a run for it.
"My--" Regan punched a man in the face and his nose broke beneath her fist, "LORD--" Regan shouted just before she uttered another incantation and a blast of black and putrid water flew like a cannon toward Cassian's attackers.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:50:48 GMT -5
Cassian might be a leader in politics, but he well knew how to follow in combat, deferring to the expertise of those who spent their hours training for such a time as this.
At Regan’s indication he nodded, using the legs of the chair to shove the men who had replaced those covered in black water back before making for the door. Should he reach it, he would fling it open and bolt, trusting that Regan was on his heels.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:50:57 GMT -5
Regan backed up a few paces before turning and rushing close after Cassian, picking up her skirts to do so. They made it to the other side, door bolted inside what appeared to be simply a cluttered spare storage room. Merida was cowering in the corner, leaf crown materials in her hands as she shook and sobbed.
"You're alright --" Regan went to her as the door was hit with a massive thud. She pulled the woman up by her arms. "Shh...they're not after you. Here--" Regan opened the door to an armoire and half beckoned, half shoved Merida inside, and shut the door. Another massive thud from the other side.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:51:16 GMT -5
Cassian was not a cursing man, but in that moment a plethora of colorful words came to his mind, though his mouth was a steel trap and none exited. Had he seen the exit to in fact be a prison he would not have entered it. But it had all happened quickly, and now here they were.
“This—“ he seethed after Regan tucked the woman away, “—was a bad idea.” And what exactly he was target was a mystery. The closet? The conversation? The festival? Trying to Run with Regan? He offered no further explanation.
“Do you have an exit strategy?” He asked her, only partly expectant, the other part doubtful. They’d get that door down eventually.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:51:26 GMT -5
A bad idea. The cold pit in her stomach grew as she applied that phrase to everything she could think of. Including herself. But that wasn't the point. All that mattered was getting out.
Regan looked at the paring knife that the woman had been using for the crowns. She seized the knife and looked at Cassian. Hurting herself was not sacrifice enough. In truth, it was sort of a pleasurable pastime for the witch.
"I'm sorry." Regan moved quickly toward Cassian, slipped her hand around the back of his neck, and kissed him again with a little more fervor than before (for obviously, it had worked out so well the first time). Simultaneously, Regan took the knife and dragged it down Cassian's chest -- not deep enough to do serious damage but deep enough that blood would spring up from the slice. She held him still with the hand she'd brought to his neck, bringing her lips away from his and chanting rapidly.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:51:42 GMT -5
Cassian was probably sorry too, though he didn’t say it. He tensed and even took a step back as she approached him, knife in hand. He wasn’t fast enough to prevent her from what she did next, but as soon as the pain ripped across his chest he planted his hands against Regan’s breasts and shoved with all his might.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:51:52 GMT -5
Regan resisted for a moment, claws scratching the back of Cassian's neck as she was thrust backward. She hit the door, which was still being attacked from the other side.
Witch magic was a dark and terrible thing. It awakened the worst twisted and chaotic facets of those who used it. Regan had Cassian's blood on her hands, a summoning on her tongue, and a blush of lust on her cheeks.
An inhuman scream came from above them, above the roof, as the unseen creature started to emerge.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:52:06 GMT -5
Cassian didn’t know what to make of what he thought or felt in the moments following. He was a king. It wasn’t often that he found himself hiding from a mob in a closet, kissed by a commoner, nor bleeding from a slash to the chest. His hands instinctively rose to the wound, and the look in his eyes as he gazed across the room—sorry, the closet—at Regan held both a storm and a quietness, a confusion and a clarity.
He said nothing. But his eyes had already said everything. At the noise, he looked up too.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:52:20 GMT -5
Regan looked like she was going to say something, or do something, likely both things that she'd regret. She teetered on that precipice for a moment but was saved when a gaping hole appeared where the roof used to be. The door burst down just as a foul, white creature - without hesitation or ceremony - snatched Cassian and Regan up in its claws and started to climb into the sky and swiftly bear them away from the village.
Once they were a reasonable distance away so as not to be seen or followed, the creature would dive into the forest and set them down, not going far.
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 Jan 21, 2024 13:52:42 GMT -5
Cassian should have been afraid, but he knew this creature was here at Regan’s bidding, and he trusted her with his life. But was that trust misplaced? His chest burned. It wasn’t paper scratch.
He groaned quietly as it grabbed him, shifting as best he could to find the least painful position. The entire flight was torture. Cassian made himself promises, the only way to keep his focus and cement his resolve.
When the creature set them down, Cassian stumbled in an attempt to keep his footing, but failed and fell against the ground. To call his pride wounded was an understatement. He would ignore and even resist help.