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 Hiram Eldouir on May 5, 2024 6:26:59 GMT -5
At times Honora's magic was like a whip, cracking against Hiram in a loud, obvious, even painful way. Other times, it was a snake, far more subtle but definitely still detectable when it got into his boot. This weaving she set about him was something new, something unfamiliar. He didn't see it coming and he didn't smell it, not even when it was all over him. Instead he was simply lulled, finding it easy to say more to her than he might otherwise. Ultimately, none of it mattered.
"Honora," he said, his oice drawling, his lips tugged into a lazy smirk, "you've got to stop assuming I plan shit." He chuckled and shook his head as if she was a stupid little thing.
Post by Honora Allemeade on May 19, 2024 22:50:50 GMT -5
There was guilty satisfaction in watching her gift work its magic. To watch the inexorable force of Hiram Eldouir smile at her as docile as she’d ever seen him—if he could be such a thing. It was hubris to think it would mollify him for more than a fleeting encounter, but for now, it was enough to take comfort in. A small exertion of power when she felt so utterly powerless. Honora smiled right back, leaning into the farce with girlish compliance.
"That's my mistake," Honora teased, perching on the end of the bed with her knees up to her chin. "It's just...I want to be useful. You helped me...I just want to help you. Best I can. And knowing would, well, help." She sighed a little as the proverbial golden light continued to wrap around the room.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on May 24, 2024 14:54:08 GMT -5
Hiram nestled into the bed a little more. The estate might look like something trampled and left for dead, but that artistic Eldouir had done a damn good job making their beds cozy. Or maybe he was just tired. Hiram yawned, tempted by sleep, a fleeting thing for him.
"Hang around and I'll have use for you." He assured her, unsuspicious of her good-natured helpfulness. Normally he might have considered breaking a finger for the little sigh at the end. "We're gonna have to get Elena eventually."
Post by Honora Allemeade on May 25, 2024 13:31:46 GMT -5
Honora watched as Hiram settled in, clearly headed toward sleep unless tugged toward wakefulness. His answer wasn't satisfactory, but his next statement opened a door. At least a crack. Honora nodded in agreement, bringing her legs down and scootching forward, the boiling contentment rising ever so slowly.
"Sooner rather than later I would think," Honora contemplated blithely. She smirked. "I suppose she should have known better. But then again, the crown should know better themselves."
Post by Hiram Eldouir on May 29, 2024 14:11:08 GMT -5
Hiram barked a laugh at the mention of the crown. Whether her weaving remained or drifted away, his sleepiness would be a constant. They were spiraling towards a nap. Bedtime? What time of day was it? He didn't know.
"The crown. Bunch of idiots. You know," his eyes had dipped closed but one opened a knotch to fix on her, "if they'd kept the witches around they might have stood a better chance. Too bad the baby queen has too much pride and too little power."
Post by Honora Allemeade on May 31, 2024 20:03:12 GMT -5
Honora shrugged.
“Be that as it may…without her, I suppose we’d have the Nevermerans swallowing up Lorendale too,” Honora said, “Dresmond would be all that was left…or Arynn Frey, I suppose.”
Honora wasn’t ready to lose Hiram to sleep just yet, and with it an opportunity to search his brain without actually cracking it open. She also wasn’t trying to lose her bed if she could help it. Honora readjusted to drop down next to him, jostling the bed hopefully enough to rouse him a little. She then propped up her chin with her elbow, looking at him.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jun 2, 2024 12:39:59 GMT -5
Oh yes, the jostle roused him on multiple levels. The arm closest to Honora lazily snaked out to slip between her and the bed, doing so just after her hip where her side would curve up, making the interception easy. He'd pull her in towards him, enjoying her warm, bloody body against his.
"Sooner or later," he said with casual conviction, "none of them will be left standing."
Post by Honora Allemeade on Jun 5, 2024 9:41:50 GMT -5
None of them will be left standing.
Fear, not that Honora wore on her face but one that shivered in the deep well of her mind as a cold chill filled her. But still, she smiled, distracted by Hiram's body against hers. She trembled, heart pounding so that it threatened to burst out of her chest. She could still feel Quinton's breath, smell him, feel the scream in her throat that wouldn't come.
"Sooner or later..." Honora said, trying to keep her voice steady, "But I suppose a problem for tomorrow." She'd no longer seek to keep Hiram awake. The warmth of the room surrounded them as she lay alongside him with a soft smile and fearful eyes.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jun 6, 2024 12:52:09 GMT -5
Hiram hummed his agreement, fingers unconsciously kneading at the softness on her thigh for an absent moment before they fell inactive, his heavy, stupid mind drifting off into a simple sleep.