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.
UPDATES
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 Isaac Hudson on Jan 3, 2024 10:44:45 GMT -5
[OPEN - can be edited to a TB if necessary]
He was glad that back when the reassignment had happened, that he hadn't been sent to Coheed. He had no idea how the people in the territory he once called his own would react to seeing him again, let alone as a soldier in another kingdom's military. Another possibility was that they had completely forgotten who he was. He had been a worker for about a year before he was able to escape to Nevermere. It had been... Seven years since he moved here. Isaac could still barely believe it. He often wondered what had happened to his wives and children. He was sure his wives had either remarried, or had been murdered, although he hoped it was the prior. They had never done anything wrong.
Not everything was all sunshine and roses here either. He knew a lot of people were wary of him and didn't understand why there was a Coheedsman in Nevermere, or why he was allowed to be part of the military. Isaac knew he had proven himself to those who mattered, though. He had shown that the safety of the king and his superiors was more important to him or his personal safety.
That early afternoon, Isaac was training in the training courtyard. He had put up a dummy, but his enhanced strength had quickly turned the dummy into nothing more than loose planks and broken wood. He decided to train with his bow some more, then, or throwing axes. At least his enhanced sight wouldn't break anything it touched, like his enhanced strength.
He trained for that for about forty minutes before he decided to take a break. The man stretched a little and took a big gulp of his water bottle.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 4, 2024 18:58:05 GMT -5
She wasn’t sleeping again.
With Dresmond on the horizon and her failed escapades with the king still fresh in her mind, Regan was agitated—as if the full moon were upon them. She busied herself by making all the necessary preparations for her journey to Dresmond. She couldn’t make any mistakes. Lorendale had been a stumble, one that had cost her access to her fire, for the time being. Regan felt its absence like a cold ache in her heart.
And so, to soothe the ache, Regan had a few choices. She chose the healthiest one: training.
Regan made her way to the training courtyard to find it occupied. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize that was the case until she was almost upon him. When she did, Regan stumbled to a stop as Isaac took a deep gulp from his water bottle.
Regan stopped, mouth dropping open for a moment before she snapped it shut again.
“Oh, sorry, I was just…” Regan indicated to the dummy…and realized its condition. She raised an eyebrow, looking back from the dummy to the man before her as she started to put two and two together. The Coheedsman. Of course.
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 5, 2024 5:08:21 GMT -5
Isaac had noticed Regan approaching, but the woman seemed to be deep in thought, so be didn't really make a noise, apart from him opening his bottle and taking a drink. Perhaps she would hear that, but it quickly proved that she didn't. Luckily for them, she noticed him before they bumped into each other, and his appearance didn't seem to startle her. Good. He hated to scare people when he didn't mean to.
He wiped some water from his lips and closed the bottle again. He put it down while she was explaining herself, which wasn't necessary in his opinion because the training yard was a public space. He noticed the raised eyebrow and the realisation on her face that it was Isaac who was in front of her.
The man smiled sheepishly. "I was going to replace the dummy before I leave, Huntsman", he said, pushing some of his hair out of his face. It had gotten wet with sweat over the span of his training. He knew her name, and he knew Nevermere traditions, but still wasn't sure whether Huntsman was a term if respect and if he was supposed to address her with it or not. "I can do it now, if you wish to train." He should've replaced it immediately to begin with. Shit. Was he making a bad impression now? He didn't know how Regan felt about him. There were mixed feelings about a Coheedsman in the military.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 6, 2024 20:19:21 GMT -5
Regan, like any good Nevermerean witch, was skeptical of foreigners. She treated them with a healthy caution befitting of their status. Coheedsmen were dangerous. Outsiders. Unpolished and unpredictable. But her reaction to Isaac was based on something entirely different. For a moment, it was as if Regan was back at the ball—hearing the screams, smelling the fear that had filled her hellhound senses. The chaos swirled around her as Octavius turned and within it all…
“It’s you,” Regan said, the words dropping dumbly out of her mouth, “I know you.” The words sat halfway between a question and a statement.
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 7, 2024 5:38:31 GMT -5
Over the span of the last seven years, he had gotten used to all kinds of reactions of people, when they saw him and/or realised who he was, yet he hadn't expected Regan to respond so 'lost', for lack of a better word. His offer to replace the dummy didn't get a reply, and instead she made it clear that she knew him.
Luckily for Isaac, he was quite good at picking up on social clues, so that he could rule out some possible tones. Her words didn't sound threatening, like she had been waiting to find him in a dark alley to settle something. She sounded unsure in a way, or as if she wanted confirmation.
"That's possible, yes", he said with a soft smile. Of course he didn't know she had been thinking about the ball. He had placed himself between Octavius and the King back then, and he had seen the wounds the werewolf had inflicted on Regan. "I don't believe we've ever actually spoken before, though." He was torn for a moment about how to greet her. There were so many rules about bowing and nodding in Nevermere. In Coheed he just would have hit his fist on his chest.
Eventually he decided on politely bowing at the waist, just a little, not over the top. "Isaac Hudson", he said, introducing himself. "The Coheedsman." He bounced his eyebrows and laughed. People heard Coheedsman and thought he must be up to something, but in reality he was just a pretty chill guy.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 7, 2024 13:05:21 GMT -5
Regan had never been bowed to in her life. Immediately her cheeks flushed, whether it was embarrassment or something else it was difficult to say. She laughed back, though uneasily as she looked from the ground to the dummy—literally anywhere but the bouncing brows of the Coheedsman.
“Uh, um, yeah. I don’t think so, no.” After a moment she looked back, sticking out her hand as if he were a dog that might bite. “Regan. Just…yeah, Regan.”
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 7, 2024 13:21:42 GMT -5
All those stories about the King's Huntsman and she turned out to be a shy, timid young woman. He wondered what he had done to make her so shy. He knew certain women were quite fond of his looks, but he would never assume ,that was the reason for someone's behaviour. He decided that it must just be the fact that he was an outsider. A Coheedsman. Someone unfamiliar.
Isaac felt relieved when she offered him her hand. She still seemed cautious and hesitant, but it was a nice gesture. With a smile he shook her hand before letting it go to give her her space again.
"So, allow me to get that dummy sorted for you, unless you're also fine with a dummy made of flesh and blood?" He held out his arms slightly with a 'what do ya say?' expression on his face. "Or I could fix the dummy and leave you alone, I don't mean to- uh- be an inconvenience."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 7, 2024 13:32:00 GMT -5
When Regan shook his hand she squeezed, as if to test his grip, the fabled strength and power of the Coheedsmen. Their power was nothing compared to witchcraft (or so she believed), but she was curious nonetheless. When he held out his arms as an offering, she smirked, looking him up and down. The hesitance started to fade, the beast in her skin rising at the challenge. Sparring with other soldiers had become too risky since the ball. She didn’t need questions about her strength, but the charcoal in her eyes as she tried to keep the wolf contained.
But perhaps the Coheedsman would be a good balance. After all, she doubted someone who should be grateful to be there would ask too many questions. And if he had the strength to match her…
“Let’s see what you’ve got then.” Regan dropped her stuff to the ground and started to roll up her sleeves. “No weapons, no magic. If that works for you.”
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 7, 2024 17:32:29 GMT -5
The squeezing made him smile internally, but he didn't show it on the outside. It reminded him of something he would do as a kid, when he wanted to check if he was asleep or awake, to make sure if something was real or not. It made him feel like Regan was checking if he was really a Coheedsman, or if he was just a ghost.
Isaac stored the happy childhood memory away again, because it automatically made him think about the sad part of his history as well, and he wasn't in the mood to relive being a worker.
"Alrighty", he responded, the corner of his mouth lifted into a gentle, amused smile. Finally someone who wanted to fight him and didn't seem to he scared of his strength. He would adjust it to Regan's strength, because this was a friendly match, if needed. In order to do that, he would have to let her make the first move. Isaac didn't mind.
Isaac got into position and moved back and forth from one foot to the other to get the blood flowing. "Show me what you got." Hopefully that'd get her to move first.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 13, 2024 13:18:22 GMT -5
Regan also readied herself, sizing up her opponent, similarly limbering her stance and raising her hands. Isaac was right to wait, as Regan was impulsive enough that she seldom waited when it came to making the first move. She went for a fake out and then an attempt for an underhanded blow to his ribs.
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 13, 2024 18:16:02 GMT -5
Regan wasn't the first woman he had sparred with, but every time he sparred with one, he couldn't help but think about Coheed. He had never fought a Coheedswoman. Back when he had been a warrior, the Parabolti hadn't existed. He wondered if his wives had joined that Parabolti group they had now, or if they took care of the kids. Isaac forced himself to stop thinking about it. For all he knew, all of them were dead.
Regan was quick to attack, with a smart fake out move. Isaac let her attack hit him so he could base his own strength of Regan's strength. There was slightly more force than he had expected, but it was nothing he couldn't take.
"Good one", he said before taking a step back to create some distance between them before throwing himself forward again. He swung at her ribs as well, but aimed at the upper ribs to the side of the body.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 14, 2024 14:34:43 GMT -5
Regan’s blow hit, and it was clear from the way her fist connected with his flesh that Isaac was nothing but muscle. She couldn’t tell whether he’d intentionally let her make contact or if he’d not been fast enough to block it. Maybe these Coheedsmen were not all they were cracked up to be…or maybe he was just toying with her.
When Isacc swung, Regan tilted her body to the side, enough to prevent herself from taking the full brunt of the blow but still allowing it to make contact. Yes, he was strong. Given the effort in the swing, the output was far more than she’d expected.
Regan didn’t pause. She started to move toward him, exchanging blows that favored speed and accuracy over strength — something that she did not typically do. They were designed to test rather than to make contact. To assess her opponent before making bolder moves.
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 15, 2024 10:46:16 GMT -5
Regan had multiple advantages: she was smaller than him, and although she was muscular, she was more flexible, or at least it would take her body less long to move and dodge than his would. She managed to dodge most of his attack, but he still hit her slightly. He was trying hard to match her strength and not overdo it. Full strength was for enemies, not allies, and especially not for someone in a friendly spar.
Regan wasted no time and moved towards him. Her attacks were fast, but less strong. Isaac reacted quickly and blocked the attacks. If there had been more strength behind them, they would have broken his defense now and then, but because it was more about the speed than the power, he could move his hands and arms fast enough to let the blows land on his lower arms instead of on his body.
When he saw an opening in her attack, he would dodge under her arm to get to an open space next to her, and while doing that he'd attempt to swipe her leg out from under her, not to make her fall to the floor completely but to make her lose balance for a second. If she did, he would use that opportunity to aim at her lower back with his fist.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 15, 2024 13:09:34 GMT -5
Regan was no dancer, but perhaps the joy she felt was similar to what noble ladies felt when treading the dancefloor. For what was this but a dance? Exchanging blows that were not meant to inflict damage but rather to test skill. When Isaac moved to swipe her leg, Regan would counterbalance her upset stability by dropping low so that his fist swung at the air over her head. She’d then rise back up to punch at his shoulder…using more force this time. Force that Isaac would recognize as more powerful than that of the average Nevermerean soldier.
Post by Isaac Hudson on Jan 16, 2024 14:23:54 GMT -5
Her moves were smart. This was not a regular soldier. They should be able to think smart as well, but Regan's reaction speed and confidence told him she was more than a soldier, this was who she was. She loved this. It was a slight distinction between soldier and warrior, but he felt like soldier was something you did and warrior was someone you are; she was a warrior.
This time she hit him because he hadn't expected the move. Before the dodging, he hadn't realised she was a warrior. But there was more to it. She was stronger than a regular soldier as well. It caught him off guard for a moment.
He was quick though and grabbed her arm before she could retract it. He dodged underneath it and swung at her ribs again, making sure not to hit her in the stomach because he didn't want to force the air out of her lungs.