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!
Zahir had been working in Arynn Frey for nearly a whole season now and it was going well, or at least he thought so. He had come back twice to visit with his family and take on the duties they needed him for, attempting to stay useful to both his family and to his new position. This time he had come back after receiving a letter from home that they needed his help with gathering potion ingredients. It was his specialty after all. While the men nearly always did the hard labor, Zahir had been particularly skilled in finding the rarest kinds of ingredients and the highest quality ones for potions.
Upon arriving at home he moved into the workshop where the witches were bustling away, busily preparing the needed potions for Cambria. He spotted his cousin, @veda, closest to him and moved over to her. "Hey cuz," he said with a brilliant smile. "How are things going?"