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!
Yrsa was out and about that afternoon, not for leisure of course. It was her turn to fetch water from the river that day. Her least favorite chore. The water buckets were heavy even while empty, but once water was added…her shoulders were always terribly sore by the time she made it home. She would never complain about it out loud. Her father did not raise weak children that complained—especially when it came to his daughters.
She reached the river and heaved the carrying pole off her shoulders, the buckets landing on the ground with a heavy thunk!. Giving her shoulders a soothing role, she knelt on the ground and reached for one of the buckets to dip into the water.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Mar 6, 2024 8:30:08 GMT -5
If Kasper could pick a place to live, it would be Coheed or Gilead or was he supposed to call this place Nevermere? It didn't matter, he would choose here regardless. He got along great with the dock workers and his niceness went a long way with a few of the women from Coheed...something about how well his shield grows.... The grit of Coheed just touched his little Nevermere commoner heart as if their very roots touched in some savage way, kindred spirits.
He was actually washing himself in the river when he heard the heavy thud of buckets, he wasn't fully naked just shirtless and shoeless and so he stood out of the water to make his presence known pushing back shaggy wet hair from his face.
"You're pretty stout miss carrying those large buckets," Kasper called out, waving, hoping not to startle her to much.
Yrsa heard the sound of water dripping and swishing. Too loud a sound for it to be a fish, so it must have been a person. She put her hand on her waist, where the knife her mother had given her usually hung when it wasn’t hidden in a basket and looked over toward the source.
It was a man. A drenched, shirtless man. A drenched, shirtless man that she’d never seen before. If she had had more training as a warrior, perhaps she would have pulled her knife out and did whatever warriors did with them. But Yrsa only knew how to use a knife in theory, and not in practice. Instead, she just sort of gaped at him for a moment, more shocked at him being a stranger than hi being shirtless, before she finally moved.
She shot up and stepped backwards, her arms flew out to each side of her as she kept herself from falling when her foot caught on some bit of vegetation.
“Who are you?” her voice was strong despite her horribly skittish reaction.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Mar 24, 2024 19:47:25 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa," Kasper didn't move but he did hold his hands up to show he wasn't a threat to her, "I'm Kasper, I'm a soldier from Nevermere and I was just washing up after working on the docks all day...I'm not going to hurt you just wanted to let you know I was here too..wh-who are you?"
A man from Nevermere. Not one of her kinsmen, but a foreigner. Perhaps she need not fear him like she would if caught alone with any of the men of Coheed.
“I am Yrsa,” she said, relaxed more than she had been, although she did not completely drop her guard. Not yet, “Daughter of Von Vidarson,” she did not know if her father’s name would mean anything to him, but she dropped the name anyways.
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Apr 1, 2024 15:15:50 GMT -5
"Well met Yrsa," Kasper replied finally relaxing himself, squatting back down into he wager to splash some over his face and back through his hair, "I don't know him, sorry, is he a Warrior? Are you uh a Parabolti?" rising back up Kasper lumbered out of the water to grab his loose tunic to which he quickly put back on.
“Well met, Kasper,” she returned as she watched him move back into the water, and felt the last of the tension leave her body. She reached for one of her water buckets and made sure she was upstream of Kasper.
She wasn’t very surprised that he’d not heard of her father. He was getting old and hadn’t been going out and about as he used to. Dipping her bucket into the water, she answered, “Yes, he’s a Warrior, although he’s not done much fighting recently,” he had been sick that past year, but she would not advertise that, “I am no Parabolti,” the words came out with an edge of disappointment. If she’d had some training, would she have reached for her knife right away instead of stumbling around like a buffoon? Her mother had tried to help her use a knife, but the woman hadn’t had any training either. A sad display, really.
She wasn’t shy about watching him leave the water again, noting any scars that Kasper may have on his body, “You say that you were working at the docks…” she tried to think of what she knew about the Nevermere people that occupied Coheed, but drew a blank, “I thought they only sent warriors here. Are you not a soldier?”
Kasper is young enough to fall under the werewolf curse, yet it is dormant. Should the curse be activated his wolf form will be that of a white shaggy fur color keeping his smallness even though he is still rather large for a werewolf. His eyes also retain their green color.
Post by Kasper Van Zant on Apr 8, 2024 9:26:15 GMT -5
She would see a fair share of scars that riddled Kaspers arms and back, a deep wide scar down his ribs from a training session when he was just a private, but mostly various tattoos of raccoons and his last name 'VAN ZANT' between his shoulder blades on his back, "Does your new found acceptance to be a woman warrior not sound appealing? But I mean it's your choice, you just seem rather disappointed not being Parabolti," Kasper sounded or tried to sound sympathetic or empathetic, he had been in Coheed long enough to know how women were still treated how he wished his sister had got to come to Coheed because she could have been a beacon of inspiration.
"Aye, Imma soldier, a lieutenant," he added he kneeled down to one knee still trying to convey he was friendly, she could be comfortable, "but we kind of burned your docks down, we gotta fix it and I have carpentry skills so me and my partner have been overseeing its rebuild."
Yrsa’s eyes would catch on the words “VAN ZANT,” but being unable to read, didn’t catch the significance, “Being Parabolti is supposed to be our choice,” she said, still eyeing the tatoo, “but we unmarried girls are still under the power of our fathers, and mine is stuck in the old ways, and keeps me too busy to train with them.”
She nodded at his profession, although she didn’t know wha a lieutenant was. She remembered word of the docks being burned, and then recalled that they were being rebuilt, “That will be a lot of work. The docks were a mess at the end of it all.”
“What does your tattoo say?” Her curiosity had grown too much to remain quiet, “Is it magic words?” Maybe something a witch scrawled on his back, she thought.