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!
Blast Generation - Avalon is able to generate blasts of powerful, pressurized air at whatever she targets.
A pressure-force generates in her core that creates a blast. She can direct this blast at people or objects. This means that if someone stands in the way of the blast force, it will not go through the person but hit them instead. If someone knows about her Gift and is feeling heroic, they would be able to throw themselves between her and her target to intercept her attack. This would result in them taking the blow.
The force of power behind Avalon’s blast is determined by how much she “charges” the attack. Charging looks like her focusing contained magical power into her core that she then releases at will. An attack with lesser pressure will be generated and released in a single post. An attack with moderate power will be charged for one post and released in the next post. Her most powerful blasts need to be charged for two posts and released in the third. For context, the most powerful blast from Avalon can tear apart stone, earth, and sometimes even metals.
Apart from power, Avalon can also manipulate the size and precision of her attacks. Sometimes they are large and all-encompassing, like a hurricane, and sometimes they are small and specific, like the loosing of an arrow. She can release any size in a single post, and the wreckage it causes is then determined by how much power she charged into it.
Post by Avalon Eldouir on Jun 11, 2024 9:36:46 GMT -5
Avalon followed Cezar Scorza's gaze, but returned his attention to his face quickly. "That's family for you", she said before chuckling. The redhead looked at her own family members, scattered around the room. They were attention hogs.
"Let's", she said with a mischievous smile on her face, placing a hand on his arm so he could lead her to take a tour of the estate.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Jun 12, 2024 11:18:05 GMT -5
Florina furrowed her brow. Make things better for the gifted? He’d said it earlier, but she had been far too nervous—or aroused—to truly absorb his words. She wanted life to be better for the gifted but…well, the Eldouir didn’t have the best reputation. She’d need to find someone to discuss this with.
Given the direction their conversation had taken earlier, as well as the leers he had thrown her way, Florina thought that he was doing more of that when he looked over her. She put her hand to her chest as if she were trying to block any visible cleavage from his sight.
Then he was turning away from her. An urge to say something to keep him there arose, but she squashed it. What would the point be? She had a feeling that she avoided some sort of experience that would haunt her somehow, and she wasn’t about to ruin it. Still, with everything she knew of the Eldouir, she’d expected to come out of that encounter with her dignity less than intact. But aside from some ogling and holding her a little closer than etiquette called for, he treated her with respect. She was not hurt, nor did she feel violated. She had a lot to think about.
She watched him go. Whenever he was far enough away that she couldn’t see him anymore, she’d finally start moving herself. If no one stopped her, she’d make her way to the exit and go home before something bad happened.
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Post by Scout Kane on Jun 19, 2024 13:30:36 GMT -5
Honora Allemeade had left, and Scout had been trying to decide whether she would run over to Quinton Featherton to check on him, or not. Eventually, she had decided that this was useful information, and that it would play in her advantage if nobody knew she had been there.
So while Quinton was waking up, Scout ran back to the ball, staying near the walls of the estate so nobody would see her go back.
Once back at the front doors, she walked back in and roamed through the building so she could enter the ballroom from a door that wouldn't make it seem like she had just come it, but it would look like she had gone to the toilet or something.
She would stick near the walls in the ballroom as well, looking over the room to keep an eye on the Eldouir. So Honora was one of them now.
Post by Quinton Featherton on Jun 19, 2024 14:34:48 GMT -5
Quinton stayed where he was, unaware that he had had an audience to Honora Allemeade’s piece of revenge on him. When the carriage fled away, Quinton was at last able to fall to his knees, and for what seemed like hours, would wail and laugh and wail and laugh. He was eventually found by his most trusted servant, Jasper.
What Jasper saw was his master in a state that he’d never seen him in before. His face was full of hysteria, his voice growing hoarse…the only thing that seemed normal was that the front of his pants seemed a bit damp…with something unmentionable…although the fabric was so dark, it could have been a trick of the light. He rushed to his master’s side, “what happened, my lord? Are you alright?” But Quinton was still beyond words. He only let out a groan and a sob. His master was in no state to return to the ball. It was more than time for it to end anyhow. Thinking quickly, he left Quinton long enough to fetch some other trusted servants to discretely bring Quinton to his rooms.
With his master taken care of, Jasper would go to work. He’d enter the ballroom and go to each servant, whispering a brief situation of what happened. He’d go to the musicians next, letting them know to start slowing down the music. At some point, he’d try to get everybody’s attention (given that most of the people were still dancing in the room and not fleeing or boinking somewhere in Quinton’s newly refurbished home) and state that their host was suddenly unwell and that the festivities were drawing to a close. He would thank everyone for coming on Quinton’s behalf. And then he would wait and organize and prod until everyone had finally left.