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 Ramses Oziason on Jul 9, 2024 12:26:57 GMT -5
The news of Rian's death...taken by his own hands...was a shock to his friend. The man he once knew didn't seem the type but he supposed you never really knew what was going on in someone's head. He mourned silently for his friend. Weakness or not, he would miss the man.
Though as Magda had continued to speak he found himself drawn to her. Drawn in a way that never had to another woman before. Women were below them, not remotely their equals yet there was something almost mystical about his allure towards her. He didn't know what the difference was, didn't know it was magic on her part, but he found he wasn't questioning it either. He bowed his head towards her as Joan made his declaration, though he was unable to lower his eyes, keeping them locked on the goddess on her throne.
Then the music began again and though the spell wasn't exactly broken, it did bring Ramses back to the moment. He grinned and cheered with those who were celebrating and grabbed another drink before moving towards Joan Lukyanson. "Well said good man!" he said, clapping the man on the back.
Post by Mune Northson on Jul 10, 2024 15:26:04 GMT -5
Mune stood before Magda, thoroughly bewitched. All of the noise, and faces of his fellow Coheedsmen faded away, becoming little more than white noise to the man. There was only this woman who existed now in the world around him. "No, we haven't met before." He was 100% certain that he would recall having crossed the path of such a woman.
He had to wonder just why it was that someone like Magda was taking an interest in him. He would refuse her nothing, least of all his name and title... Well, his former title. "My name is Mune Northson, of Hausten."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 12, 2024 18:12:35 GMT -5
“Mune Northson…of Hausten…” Magda turned the name over on her tongue, each syllable caressed by her lips as the sound left them. She reached a hand to his cheek, fingertips sliding across his skin down to his neck as she looked him over. “You and those of your kind have seen much heartache…”
Magda’s hand came to rest on his chest as if she could heal the very heart she spoke of. She knew her history enough to know what had become of tribe Hausten. Magda considered him for a moment, her presence filling his senses before she leaned in, her body pressed against his, as she whispered in his ear.
Post by Mune Northson on Jul 13, 2024 1:49:19 GMT -5
Mune wasn't the most touchy-feely of individuals. He usually shied away from physical contact in fact. It had taken him a long time indeed to get used to being married, and the necessary affection that went with it from time to time. Strangely, the touch of Magda didn't have the same usual effect of getting him to shy away. If anything, he welcomed it. True, usually that fact alone might have been enough to get him to question matters, but her hold on him was such that the thought didn't even do so much as cross his mind. "I do what I can to live with it..." Was his only answer to her words about Hausten, and its now long lost people.
With a bow of the head, he would agree to her wishes. "It would be my honor." He would follow Magda, wherever she wanted to go.
Post by Joan Lukyanson on Jul 20, 2024 9:52:37 GMT -5
Once the music started Joan moved to one said, however his eyes keep on trailing back to Magda Ivanova. who was currently dancing with a man who Joan always wondered why he was a warrior as there wasn't much there physically to suggest that. However, as he was listening to the music he heard the voice of Ramses Oziason who approached him.
He smiled at him and nodded. "well somebody had to lead the way. I am not one to do something half heartedly." Joan said in such a fashion that it was pure fact and that there was nothing to question about it.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jul 20, 2024 14:15:24 GMT -5
Kaalim had returned with Mune to stand like the poised protector, a position the big man had willingly filled. These men were fools to think they were stronger than He. He was a battle proven warrior, winner of two first bloods both resulting in the deaths of his opponents, and he had touched the sky as Chieftain of Coheed. The Great Uniter. Women were free and they were warriors. With the occupation of Nevermere, the recuperation of Coheed was in full swing.
The road had been bloody, and with terrible losses but two things Kaalim was sure of; one was it could get bloodier and he was the best warrior within this dwelling of men. He watched his Queen as she mingled with Mune.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Jul 29, 2024 19:28:43 GMT -5
Magda tugged him forward, eyes never leaving his as she stepped backward toward the fire. As she passed Kaalim Cyrilson, she did break it, pulling him by the arm and saying in a hushed whisper: “No one leaves.”
But she barely skipped a beat. Soon Magda was standing close enough to the fire to feel the sting of its heat. She pulled Mune close, body squirming in rhythm against his as she put her hands along his neck. There was a dangerous tremor in the air. As she danced, Magda would whisper in Mune Northson’s ear:
“You will be first.” It would be then that she’d lean in to kiss him, like a venomous snake sinking its teeth in to bite.
Post by Mune Northson on Aug 4, 2024 2:38:48 GMT -5
Mune remained blissfully unaware of any other plans, schemes and agendas which Magda might have had. He remained utterly, and entirely under the control of the foreign woman. He hung on her every word, a slave to them.
The rest of the world had faded out, it was only Magda whom he saw. She was beautiful to his eyes, and the only thing which mattered right now. His cynical thoughts from a few minutes ago were suddenly forgotten.
Her next words though, he didn't know how to react to. He would blink a few times, confused. "First for what?" If she continued with her attempts to kiss him, the former chief most definitely wouldn't make any efforts to resist her.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Aug 4, 2024 19:12:57 GMT -5
Kaalim acknowledged Magdas command, he took it upon himself to go and personally stand guard of the only exit. He posted up with his arms folded by the door and would do as instructed. No one got out.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 8, 2024 11:19:39 GMT -5
Magda grinned, her white teeth glittering like fangs in the firelight. As if to answer his question, she dove in to kiss him again, as if they were the only two people in the world. It was then that she tugged on the laces that held her dress to her body so that it slipped to the ground as a puddle about her feet. Unless he resisted, she’d invite Mune's hands to her naked form before tugging at his waistband.
She’d have him. She’d have them all—a final act of fealty. A claiming of these Coheedsmen as her own. The flames of the bonfire lept high into the sky, licking at the heavens as the festivities roared about them.
Post by Mune Northson on Aug 11, 2024 1:33:31 GMT -5
Mune still wouldn't resist, nor pull away when she tried to kiss him or take things further. Perhaps had he not been under her control, then he would at the very least have been able to think things through properly, and realized the folly of this. He couldn't though. Magda's hold over him was far too strong. Mune wouldn't resist. She could probably have walked him clean off of a cliff, and he would have been none-the-wiser until his skull bashed against the rocks down below.
He gave up entirely to her hold. She could do more or less whatever she pleased to him. Right now, Mune Northson, along with much of Coheed it seemed belonged to Magda.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 11, 2024 2:33:46 GMT -5
Archelaus had no time for any of this. As he glanced back towards his fellow Coheedsmen, his lip would curl upwards with disgust. It wasn't a moral issue, so much as his overall boredom, and lethargy with the rest of the world around him. He had no time for... Whatever the heck this was turning into. Without saying so much as a word. The witch doctor would push himself up from the table where he had been sitting, and move to leave. Unless he was stopped, he would slip away, and return to his hut.
Perhaps he could salvage the rest of his day with some ointment preparation.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Aug 11, 2024 7:41:23 GMT -5
Kaalim stood in the door and he saw Archelaus Ravensbornson approach so he brought his hands up, "No one is leaving, an order of our Chieftess," Kaalim said, friendly enough to Archelaus, a kind smile on his face, "Go...drink...be merry."
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 12, 2024 1:08:21 GMT -5
Archelaus knew better than to challenge the chieftain, especially at an event such as this. He would bow his head, in silent agreement, and submission. Then, without saying so much as another word, the witch doctor would go to find somewhere else to settle down. He wanted something private, and isolated which would ensure that he kept as far away from the so-called celebrations as he could be right now. He would give Mune, and Magda a disgusted look, before eventually settling down in the corner. He managed to get himself some ale. Now, he would just wait until it was all over...
Oh how much he wanted to be back home in his former village right now.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 13, 2024 9:27:56 GMT -5
And Magda would take him. Like a black widow consuming her mate, she would consume him in the dancing light of the flames, with the drumbeats so loud that their vibrations could be felt in your bones. It would be a transcendent pleasure, both physical and magical, beyond what was within the capacity of any other woman to provide.
Many of the men would cheer them on. Others would tend to their drink. When Magda had finished with him, both of their bodies wrapped up in one another on the hard ground beside the fire, she would smile, glittering black eyes as hypnotizing as a snake’s. Magda would gesture for wine, and when it arrived, she would pull Mune to her and tip some into his mouth.