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.
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 Jun 1, 2024 22:22:18 GMT -5
Kasper was generally curious so as she oogled his tattoos he had questions and he had answers, "So...what marriage solves everything? You get a husband and then your free? That's what it sounds like to me and that's cray," and was genuinely astonished, "Do it now, if that's what you want we'll have your back...," generally implying the soldiers.
And he would too, any woman's back Coheed or Nevermere alike.
The dock rebuild really wasnt interesting to talk about so he moved on to her inquiry of his tattoo, "That's my last name, Van Zant, Kasper Van Zant. Loads of us too, you'll meet more in time as they train and then shift...hell one day we might be neighbors! My lot fits in here more than back home," he joked smiling, "and I say that proudly and respectively of course."
Yrsa opened her mouth and then shut it again. She’d never thought of it that way…not in those words. And that they’d support her…a tiny seed of hope sprouted in her gut, “You would?” Her voice was small, quiet as if she were scared that loud words would scare his statement away, “Even if…” she halted mid sentence. She’d been about to ask if they would back her up even if her father beat her enough that she had to stay home, but something held her back from speaking the words aloud. It was all too fantastical for her to process.
“Vanzant? ” Yrsa thought his father had a strange name, but she wasn’t yet brave enough to voice it. Even though he seemed to be very bright and cheerful, she didn’t yet risk offending him lest his temper take a turn for the worst. Still, when he stated that his family would fit in with the Coheedsmen better than his own people, Yrsa smiled as a small laugh escaped, “Would you really move your family here?” She tried to imagine Nevermere, but she could only picture a place like her own but full of dark haired people.
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 Jun 10, 2024 21:36:21 GMT -5
Kasper smiled and nodded, "Damn right I would, me and my paired partner will even escort you to and from training," he wanted her to explain what she meant or share whatever she was going to say before she trailed off, "My partner may even give you lessons, if that's what you'd like instead," however if she wanted to say it she would have.
He liked the way she said his name and giggled when she did about moving his family here, "Oh yeah! This...all of it," he indicated to their surroundings, "The lifestyle just reminds me of home, but the environment is beautiful and it's," he took deeps smells of the air, "It's free and it's open and it's got drinking and gambling...my sister's..ah..," thinking of Kat and Mina made his voice crack a little, Sanska and all the little ones, "yeah..they'd love it here."
He splashed water in his face still smiling despite the distance between all the loss of Nevermere...
"Sorry...two of my sisters have passed, my twin Kat, and then my younger sister Mina was...she was killed by something when she was in the woods back home," he rose from his squat, "Kat loved Coheed I think, she enjoyed her time here."
The offer—both of them—were generous, and Yrsa never thought that a man would be so giving to someone that was not a relative or one of his wives. It was…sweet. Huh. Well that was a new sensation, “You’d really do that?” Maybe he was just trying to impress her. But if he wasn’t, well…it was a good option if Imani’s ruse of having her there to watch the children of the Parabolti didn’t work.
“You sound like you love your family,” it was hard to mistake the expression on his face for anything else. She wondered if her father or brothers looked that way when they spoke of her to anybody. Given This Kasper Vanzant’s demeanor and comparably gentle nature, Yrsa had a hard time thinking that Nevermere could be anything like Coheed.
She listened to him talk about what he liked about Coheed, and he described her homeland in a very flattering way. It even made her see some beauty in it. Although the new found beauty of her land was still overshadowed by her constant fear of being taken against her will, “Maybe it’s because you’re a man…” to her horror, she said her thoughts aloud. She slapped her hand to her mouth, eyes going wide.
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 Jun 12, 2024 19:42:46 GMT -5
Kasper nodded with her statement toward about loving his family because it was very true, he risked going home and losing credibility as the soldier he had become after Kats disappearance. Just to go see them, to make sure they were surviving and the fact they did meant something to Kasper because it was rare even for a family death.
However what she said and how she reacted as soon as the words came out of her mouth Kasper broke away from the thoughts of his family. Kasper didn't move nor did he look angry he again nodded, "Yeah that's true, it might be because I am a man but that means for you, for women, I have to be better than the men you've had to deal with all your life," he shrugged, "You can share your thoughts here. I'm not going to tell on you...damn the man, try it," he smiled and repeated it, "Damn the man."
Nothing bad happened. Yrsa had been slapped for less in the past, but he remained calm. Not a trace of anger that she could see. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her mouth, not fully relaxing just yet. A learned behavior could not be adjusted as quick as she might have wished. She made herself take a deep breath to relieve some of her tension.
“You…” she started, then paused, rethinking her phrasing, “Nevermerans…you are a strange lot,” a nervous huff of laugher popped out without her meaning to. It was so strange but so strangely wonderful, “I hear all of these things about your people that are different from mine and…it seems too good to be true.”