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 Rhedara Shannon on Jun 5, 2024 14:59:45 GMT -5
If Rhedara were more humble, perhaps she would have said she wanted a small wedding. But she’d always dreamed of being lavished in riches and luxury. Butt being a commoner, she’d been resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t have those things. But things had changed. She would be a Morrigan soon.
“A big one,” she purred, sliding her hands over his chest, “Something grand,” she pressed another kiss to his chest, and trailed slow kisses to his neck.
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 8, 2024 17:58:08 GMT -5
"Then you'll have it," he softly commanded, "No limit Rhedara, no limits to someone soon gain the Morrigan name," and that was law, Keelan Law.
As she kissed him his skin broke out in ripples of goosebumps, then he pulled her and flipped himself placing underneath him. Strong sailors arms kept him floating above her their bodies pressed together. He brushed his nose against hers, she was so extremely beautiful perhaps even glowing...
...theh could rule the world. Even if that world was the seedy underworld Keelan dwelled in the facade of a master of trade. Keeland and Rhedara Morrigan would have it all. Their children could have it all.
"I love you," he whispered kissing her, grinding his body against hers.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jun 10, 2024 17:47:33 GMT -5
No limits. Nothing could have enticed Rhedara more than those two little words. It was all she’d ever wanted. And to think, she’d nearly missed out on what she now had for a man that was no longer worth naming. Who would have known that a simple fish monger’s daughter would be marrying a Morrigan. It was all too delightful.
He flipped them over so that she was under him, and she giggled, a big, delighted grin on her face. Their bodies were touching, and her heart raced at the skin-on-skin contact. Her mind immediately went to their earlier activity, and she unconsciously licked her lips even as he sweetly touched her nose with his own. She playfully tried to tilt her head up to give the tip of his nose a little peck.
The mood warmed up again as his body ground against hers, making her toes curl and her knees bend around him as her passions were again stirred. She returned his kiss, arching into him as she did so. She’d nearly missed what he’d said, but the words managed to pierce through the thickening fog of desire. He loved her. No one had told her that before. The words made her smile. But did she love him? She loved his power, his money. That being said, she’d be lying if she’d said she didn’t feel a growing affection for him.
She looped her arms around his back, sliding her palms against his skin as she did so before dragging her nails down toward his hips, “I love you, too,” she breathed, knowing it would be true soon enough.
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jun 10, 2024 21:02:01 GMT -5
Keelan let a solid moan escape him, she had said it back and she wanted him. The way she moved her body against him and the way she touched him, she had stirred a second go...