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!
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
They had made a short stop, fires and food and rest for man and horse a like. Othello along with Ariel and Barty in tow felt like stretching his legs, "It's going to be fucking cold this Hiems, what's the winter like in Coheed?"
Othello hacked and spit a warn lugee, "Cold Barty, won't affect you though young man," Barty cocked an eyebrow and Ariel snickered with Othello, "Why's that Oth?"
And Othello held it in for a few seconds before bursting with laughter, Barty looked between the pair now laughing madly, "What?!"
"If you've got to ask Lord Barty, you don't have to worry," Ariel replied. Othello stopped dead in his tracks and put his hands on his hips, a huge grin on his face, "Rhedara fuckin' Shannon!"
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 3, 2024 17:33:43 GMT -5
As it turned out, morning sickness was not restricted to only in the morning. It really should have been called day nausea, or hunger sickness since she felt immensely better if she was eating. Traveling wasn’t much fun at the moment, but what could she do? They had to move on and she just had to figure out how to deal with it. She’d started the day out by tossing her cookies, and had since kept the sickness more or less at bay by keeping plenty of dried food in her pockets to snack on. She didn’t care much if it made her look like a greedy glutton. It was better than getting sick the whole journey. Being a burden was the last thing on her list of things to do.
The procession of the Tour had finally stopped for a break. She had welcomed the reprieve. She’d done what she could to get situated, and had stuck her hand in her pocket for a piece of dried fruit when she heard her name being called. She knew that voice.
Hand still in her pocket, she turned, “Othello?” she grinned, “Well fancy seeing you here! I’m surprised I hadn’t run into you sooner!”
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 4, 2024 15:25:12 GMT -5
Othello swooped in for a big brother like hug, "Oh you know how it goes," Othello chuckled loudly letting her go, "Got in a wee bit of trouble spent some time at Beldam with a fancy lord twat, got out and then ended up on this damn train," he pointed at his two tag alongs, "Ain't so bad! Cold as a witches tit but we'll all manage...what about you? How'd you end up here? Back in the military?" he made a fart noise with his thumb down.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 4, 2024 19:39:29 GMT -5
“Oof!” The air in Rhedara’s lungs whooshed out at the hug, but she was smiling. That smile faded a bit when she heard the name of that institution, “You were at Bedlam?” She sort of hissed the question, not wanting it to carry very far, “I thought they only put witches in that goddess forsaken place.” She wondered if Keelan knew about that. If he didn’t, she was sure that he’d like to know that little tidbit of information. She actually turned her head to look for him. She could have sworn he was nearby.
He was right about it being cold. It even outshone the forever forecasted Nevermere, and Heims was only just beginning. She was glad for her heavy cloak, “Oh, I’m not with the military. I’m involved with something much better,” the smile was back on her face, “Do you know of Lord Keelan Morrigan? You could say he rescued me off the street, and now I’m his business associate. And,” she said proudly, before holding up her hand with the ring, “I’m marrying him!”
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 4, 2024 20:01:55 GMT -5
Her concern warmed his heart but her news was even better! She'd been kicked out of the military for cursing a higher ranking officer, back then she had concerns for her future. Othello felt like she was a little literal sister, "Well fuckin' A right! What a lucky bastard he is to get to put that on your finger Shannon, don't know the fella but," Othello looks at the ring whistling, "Fancy fucker innt he! You deserve it love, congratulations you're doing alright kid," he stepped back looking around the camp, "And don't you worry about Beldam Rhedara, it's fucking fruity but how can someone out mind me?"
No she really needn't worry.
"What do you think so far? Of Cambria?" he took a deep breath and exhaled in hearty laughter, "Fucking Coheed! It's pretty, I got friends, a fucking ex wife! Woo!"
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 5, 2024 16:19:41 GMT -5
“He is fancy,” she said proudly, “I’m gonna be a bonafide lady, can you believe it?” A lady, a wife, and a mother—all changes happening very close together depending how soon she and Keelan could wed. As for Bedlam, she’d nod at his reassurance, “So it’s not like they say it is?”
“The Tour is exciting,” she started, “I never thought I’d get to see any of this! The sun is so bright!” She’d heard some of the soldiers who had been abroad speak of how bright it was outside of their overcast sky, but she hadn’t been able to picture the pure vibrancy of it, “Cambria was interesting,” she wasn’t a stranger to women fighters, but there were so many of them, “I’m excited to see Coheed,” she remembered the things that Isaac had said about it. She’d have to meet up with him there at some point. She’d forgotten that Othello used to be married, “So, how’s that going to be? Seeing your ex wife that is?”
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 6, 2024 15:01:12 GMT -5
Othello wouldn't ruin her happiness with concerns about him, she was to nice to worry about such a place. She seemed definitely happier, "Ahhhh! I'm not worried about her, she left, she's free to go home I wasn't expecting her to stay in Nevermere," then he shrugged, "I look forward to seeing the brutes nonetheless," Othello chuckled as he looked around, "Will I meet the little lord?"
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 6, 2024 22:14:30 GMT -5
Well, she was glad that there seemed to be no hard feelings between him and his wife…at least that he was aware of! “Well, I’d say to let me know if they give you trouble, since I’ll curse them for you,” she said, “But I promised my fiancé that I wouldn’t curse people all willy nilly,” she’d omit the time she’d slipped when she’d cursed Stormcrest to be color blind at the apothecary. No one needed to know about that, “Of course for you,” she leaned forward a little, a playful smile on her face, “I think I might be able to make an exception,” he’d been the first to be nice to her after her expulsion from the military. She’d fling a curse or two for him.
“Of course you can meet him,” under her cloak, she lightly touched her belly before crossing her arms as if warding off the cold, “He’s around here somewhere. Do you want to meet him now?”
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 12, 2024 16:47:55 GMT -5
"Hell yeah I do! Now or later, we'll make it happen," he confirmed and then Othello grinned like a shit eating possum, "I may need a love curse if you've got one in a book or something," oh and Othello would talk about his love the more people who knew and could "gossip" meant eventually it got back to his scarecrow of a woman and he devil don't care attitude, "She's playing a little hard to get," he giggled and shook his head, "She's perfect even with a little nub of a missing leg," he was reminiscing the thud of her peg leg how she killed joy, "I'll just wear her down."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 13, 2024 9:38:47 GMT -5
Her thoughts on where her fiancé might be were interrupted at the words “love curse.” He was having lady troubles? She listened to her talk about her, and she wondered if this woman was really playing hard to get, or if Othello wasn’t seeing her rejection. Either way, he was her friend, she she’d help him however she could, “I’m not sure if a curse is the proper thing to use to gain someone’s love but…” she hesitated. What she was about to tell him was a bad bad bad idea, “But there is a love potion, although I wouldn’t recommend using it,” she grimaced, “I’ve never made one myself,” the ingredients were awkward to get, and she’d had no victims to practice on anyhow, “from what I understand, instead of a lover, you’ll gain a stalker and it’s not pretty.” She waved her hand, “But I think you’ll get her in the end…you know, I can always talk you up to her,” a missing leg…she knew someone with a missing leg, but there were all sorts of people with missing limbs, “What’s her name? I’ll help you out!”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jul 13, 2024 20:11:34 GMT -5
Keelan had been standing around the corner when he'd heard the big loud mouth man, his hands in his pockets as he listened to their little exchange. Keelan was a jealous man and the man seemed to know just about as much about his Rhedara as she knew about the loud mouthed fellow, he silently grunted at the mentions of curses and potions which sounded like trouble.
But she delegated to just using her natural charm and words, still he thought he'd meet the loud man.
"I'd be interested in hearing myself whose captured the eye of the Champion," Keelan stepped out into the open temporary camping spot one hand out to shake the big man's hand, "Keelan Morrigan."
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 13, 2024 20:37:30 GMT -5
Hey she knew more than him, her didn't want a stalker he wanted an wife and perhaps a little reciprocal love, hell he'd settle for at least a little liking. Rhedara and Kat had been the only women of Nevermere that didn't have large sticks firmly planted up their asses. Even Regan had one and she was as lowly as Othello was on the pole of both title, money, and respect. They were just tools as he's stated several times all of which was a business Othello Benjamin Allemeade stood the fuck on.
Just as he was about to answer little Dara a low deep voice spoke, Othello turned slowly but immediately with a sly shit eating grin on his face. Wicked blue eyes pierced and judged Othello just as his gray ones struck back, "Well met my lord, just please call me Othello and Champion when I go out there to fight the good wars," he shook the man's hand and both their grips were firm, "So you won little Dara's heart it seems? Huge fuckin' rock on'er finger she has, good on ya man," Othello pulled away his hand, "Don't break her heart of course, cause I'd find ya," Othello belted with laughter, "I kid..I kid..but seriously ."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 14, 2024 15:01:49 GMT -5
Before anything could be said, Keelan made his appearance, and Rhedara watched the two men introduce themselves while sizing each other up. Had Keelan been listening that whole time, or had he only caught the tale end of the conversation? She chewed on a bit of dried fruit while both men were occupied talking to each other.
Of course, Othello had to threaten Keelan if he ever hurt her. It was sweet, really. Something her own brother might have done had he lived…then again, her brother fished with her father, so maybe he would have been too intimidated to say or do anything other than thank him for giving his family one less mouth to feed. The only response the young witch could give was a small huff of nervous laughter, not knowing how Keelan would take such a statement. He was the one that usually made the threats.
“I met Othello soon after I was kicked out of the military,” she told Keelan, looping her arm through his, “He was the first to be nice to me.”
Post by Keelan Morrigan on Jul 14, 2024 19:17:00 GMT -5
Keelan had to smile but it was sharp and the edge could cut, however it was his eyes that seemed to accept the balls on the man before him. Threatening a noble in broad daylight while collard? Unheard of.
"I respect your bold sentiments Othello and I will do my all to abide," Keelan replied calmly, "Little Dara will have the best life, I can guarantee it, heart safety and all," adding his own wit to the man's.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Jul 17, 2024 16:59:35 GMT -5
Rhedara had looped her arm through one of Keelan’s arms. Even though she wore a warm cloak to ward the Heims chill away, she enjoyed whatever warmth radiated from him.
Othello’s words were truly gutsy, and Rhedara had been unsure of how Keelan would react to being threatened. She’d seen the brass knuckles, and spots of blood that hadn’t quite come out of the floor all the way. She herself had been a part of some vicious schemes of his. If Keelan had been offended, Rhedara wondered what the result would have been. Luckily, she didn’t have to find out. Her fiancé seemed to like Othello’s attitude.
At the use of the word “little” when referring to her, she’d frown. It was tempting to protest the describer, but hunger had nausea creeping in like a foul miasma. She bit into some dried fruit, hoping to postpone throwing up to the next morning. It wasn’t working so well, but she’d try to manage. There was no way she was going to throw up in front of everybody.
She’d already said how she met Othello, and she didn’t know what she could add to the male exchange. She’d wait to see if Othello responded to Keelan’s words before speaking, “It’s like having a big brother again,” she playfully huffed at Othello, “Really though, he spoils me,” she smiled up at Keelan before looking back at Othello, “We should find someone to spoil you,” she thought a moment, “Or for you to spoil. Whichever tickles your fancy.”