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Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Jan 9, 2018 19:17:10 GMT -5
Participating Characters:David Xanatos Forum Location: New York Town Time of Day: Afternoon Weather: Clear skies Thread Location: The Eyrie Building, specifically the Castle Wyvern portion Premise: Igthorn is flying around the Eyrie Building, intrigued by the castle's presence "Keep us up, you lazy buffoons!" Igthorn yelled at his crew, the various ogres pushing and pulling on various levers, pulleys, and wheels. Others added coal to fires. "I don't want to crash on our first flight!"
"Yes, sir!" the crew shouted as one, and the ship began to rise more steadily.
It was a formidable creation, this airship, completed with the assistance of his new allies. Large and with a wicked looking spike at the front, painted black and red, a flag adorned with a grotesque skull. Where cannons might usually sit were massive crossbows, equally giant arrows at the ready to be fired. In the back was a primitive if effective engine, spewing smoke as it flew through
He'd chosen New York Town as, essentially, a warning. Duke Igthorn would not attack today, oh no. There were still many resources that needed to be gathered, more allies to collect, before the Society was ready to begin operating completely in the opening.
But perhaps the sight of this great machine would inspire at least a little fear.
They now neared a ludicrously tall building, though that was somewhat redundant, as this city was full of them. But this one caught Igthorn's eye for one particular reason: a castle on the top!
What a strange yet familiar and....intriguing sight. "Helmsman, take us closer!"
Post by David Xanatos on Jan 12, 2018 18:32:06 GMT -5
At night Goliath and his clan took on the task of defending Castle Wyvern, one that they had carried out with great loyalty despite the humans residing there. Between the distrust that Princess Katherine held and the previous animosity the clan had for Xanatos it was a testament to their honour that Goliath and the others stayed as long as they did. For now David and the clan had buried the hatchet and resided in the castle and the tower in relative peace.
During the day Xanatos Enterprises Security Force watched over the castle. Troops armed with particle beam weapons, lightning guns, tranquilliser darts and automated turrets. The Steel Clan robots were stored in large numbers for tougher opponents, with an extra reserve of Iron Clan to counter magic users. Coyote, or at least a few of his versions, was also in the upper tower to fill in for Xanatos when he needed to lend his abilities to a defence. If an attack on the tower ever threatened young Alexander then Puck could interpret his oath to join in. Occasionally of course, the owners of the tower and castle preferred to take a personal hand in things. With Fox out on her own errands David was left to meet with the approaching airship.
Of course radar and other surveillance equipment had warned the security teams about the airship, which they passed onto their employer after confirming that it wasn't one owned by any of Fox companies. The CEO waited on the castle walls facing the approaching ship, wearing a heavy coat over his suit to keep warm in the high altitude. The ship hadn't made any hostile movements just yet, though he could see the large figures moving around the deck and hear orders being barked at them. A slight smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he moved along the wall, intending to meet the visitors first hand. If they were visitors then they'd receive all the hospitality Xanatos could provide. If they did turn out to be enemies then they would learn quickly that Castle Wyvern's reputation for holding off invaders wasn't mere myth.
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Jan 12, 2018 20:57:05 GMT -5
The airship slowed as they reached the parapets, Igthorn taking note of some very distinct, detailed gargoyles. Incredibly well-crafted creatures with intimidating features and claws, they were. Were he to meet the sculptor, he would have to pass on his compliments.
"Prepare to land!" he shouted, and the crew milled about making preparations for such. One large ogre threw a grappling hook over one of the parapets, holding the airship in place and anchoring it to a degree.
Another group lifted up a large wooden plank of sorts, putting it between a portion of the airship and the parapet. "Stay here," Igthorn instructed. "I'll handle this."
He began striding down purposefully, arms swinging from side to side in a near-parody of machismo. Standing on the castle grounds was another figure, a man seeming to be about his own age with a thick brown beard and a ponytail, dressed in a suit and heavy coat. It seemed that he'd somehow sensed Igthorn's arrival. Well, good. Better that he be aware from the start who his superior was.
"Are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?" Igthorn boomed. "I am Duke Igthorn, master of Drekmore!" That was the title he was using for now; more would come later.
Post by David Xanatos on Jan 16, 2018 16:55:34 GMT -5
The leader of the airship crew certainly wanted to make an entrance, playing up his movements as he crossed the gangplank onto the castle wall. Naturally Xanatos took note of anything that would be useful in a fight should it come to that. Full mail but with exposed face and hands, large build that could be used against him by applying some judo, the large beasts served him without question despite the size and number advantage they had. If it indeed came to a fight things could get interesting.
"David Xanatos. Owner of this castle, the tower and a lot more property in this city. If you're looking to trade in your ship for a newer model I could direct you towards Cyberbiotics. I'm on good terms with their CEO."
If Fox was around then she'd take charge with regards to herself, but David wasn't going to go out of his way to direct a potential invader to his wife, son, the clan or employees. Though she might be put out if she missed some amusing events like an attempted siege that didn't involve the usual characters they dealt with.
"Welcome to New York Duke. I don't suppose you also go by A-Number One? Sorry, probably not your kind of reference."
He let a sly smile form as he offered a handshake. His other hand stayed in his pocket on a small keychain fob. With a flick of a switch he could summon backup, open and lock doors or prepare a small armory in one of the side buildings.
"Quite a distance from here to Drekmore." He noted the name for later reference among the reports he'd asked Owen to put together on the various Isles. Probably one of the medieval ones with a mix of human and fantasy creature population. "What brings you and your....friends up to my domain?"
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Jan 17, 2018 15:31:42 GMT -5
Oh ho, he was the owner of this castle, was he? And quite a bit more, if his words were any indication. The other man-Xanatos-spoke with a breezy confidence, even a smarminess that Igthorn knew quite well. It reminded him of many nobles that he knew, if ones with less advanced standing or technology in the world.
He gave a falsely ingratiating chuckle as he grasped Xanatos' hand tightly, shaking it vigorously as a show of strength. "It took me quite a bit to build that, so I'm not QUITE so eager to replace it just yet, my dear man," he said, and it was true to an extent. Still, though, this "Cyberbiotics" was something to look into. A place to potentially filch technology from should they need to.
He raised a quizzical eyebrow at the "A-Number One" reference, but quickly waved it off. "Learning about new cultures is a hallmark of ventures such as this! I expect I'll of course have to adjust. Especially with such wondrous new sights to see compared to my own realm."
And now he wanted to get down to business. Smart, this man, very smart.
Igthorn straightened up, putting his hands on his hips in a near-parody of masculinity. "Why, just as I said, Sir Xanatos. I have languished in Drekmore for far too long," and a hint of bitterness slipped in briefly, "to simply sit on my laurels when new opportunities such as this present themselves!"
Post by David Xanatos on Jan 22, 2018 17:10:06 GMT -5
"You picked a good place to enjoy the sights. The Broadway theatres are hosting some very good shows right now."
As he kept the conversation going David clicked a few buttons on the remote in his pocket, though not one of the emergency signals. Within minutes one of the company assistants turned up at the castle bearing two steaming mugs, passing them to his employer and guest before departing with a polite nod.
"French Roast? It's good for the altitude. Perhaps I can have something sent up for your crew?"
The staff were used to dealing with big eaters, the Clan had a lot more muscle mass than the humans but Bronx was by far the most demanding appetite among them. Ideally they wouldn't have to host Igthorn's....whatever they were for long but until they made the first hostile move then Xanatos would show some hospitality. Or at least the first attempt at a hostile move, he wasn't intending to actually take a hit after all.
Igthorn seemingly had this little speech prepared, though didn't hide the signs of previous defeats and the grudges held from them. Among many things Xanatos knew better than to hold grudges. It was only a loss if you let it become a loss, otherwise you have the chance to make some kind of recovery and become better from it.
"Opportunities come in many forms, like a recommendation to visit Brooks Brothers on Madison Avenue perhaps. I know people there, I could get you booked in on short notice. But let's not play games Duke. What opportunities do you see yourself finding in my tower?"
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Jan 22, 2018 23:28:18 GMT -5
Igthorn's eyebrows raised in surprise as attendants seemingly came bidden by mere motions in the other man's coat. He raised an eyebrow at the smoking mug, but took the "French roast" anyway, cautiously sipping.
A rush of different flavors and textures met his tongue, very warm and suddenly so, but it was.....not altogether unpleasant. He took another sip. "An intriguing draught, this, Sir Xanatos," he mused, eyeing the other man carefully. "As for my crew, I suppose a good feast would be what they desired...."
Normally, he'd have told them to suck it up and eat when they got home, but there were limits to even his abuses of the ogres (he'd learned that the hard way with that blasted Tadwart). Hungry ogres were mean ogres.
"I believe I heard a phrase called 'to-go' is commonly used around here? Perhaps you could send it with us when we depart."
He didn't know what this "Brooks Brothers" was, but it sounded important. Influential. And here the man was, trying to get right to the point. He supposed he admired that.
A wicked, triumphant grin slid onto his face. "What I want, good sir? Is power. Influence. I come from a land where I was stripped of my titles, banished from my home in disgrace! This....this is a FRESH start. Something that I can be my one TRUE self in!"
Post by David Xanatos on Feb 1, 2018 17:33:16 GMT -5
"Power and influence can come from more than just titles. If you know how to make connections and consider all the outcomes you can pretty much profit no matter what fate tries to throw at you."
Of course using the Phoenix gate to fund and instruct your younger self, but the initial investments that built his empire all came from Xanatos business skills. Or rather his younger self. Time travel was a bit hard to phrase.
Usually David would be quite the host, but you didn't just drop in unannounced and expect a feast. Still, Xanatos had enough pull to get something for them. A quick call to the local pizza delivery place was put in and several boxes were on the way, with the restaurant staff actually okay with visiting during the daylight hours as Bronx was still in his stone sleep and wouldn't mob them for his share.
"That'll be up shortly. I just ordered a mix of everything."
Plus if Igthorn happened to try anything it was a good, if unconventional, strategy to test the resolve of his troops after anchovies, mushrooms or jalapenos were introduced to them.
"Why don't you tell me a little bit more while we wait? I'm familiar with a lot of rise and fall stories and maybe I can offer some advice."
Plus it was a good opportunity to gain information on Drekmore and whatever neighbouring lands had caused the Duke so much trouble. They could either be potential obstacles to overcome or potential allies if Igthorn was intent on causing any trouble. Final decisions could wait however, for now David intended to learn as much as he could from the unexpected visitor.
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Feb 3, 2018 15:46:03 GMT -5
Another intrigued twirling of his beard commenced. This man, this Xanatos very nearly sounded like a kindred spirit. He didn't just speak like a noble, he acted like one, especially since his comments hinted at something of a similar background, perhaps. "Perhaps you and I are not so different, Sir Xanatos," he mused aloud. "What is your own history, if I might ask?"
Apparently whatever food he'd ordered would be up shortly and that it'd be a "mix of everything". And since they had time, and Xanatos was being a gracious host, he supposed he could tell a story.
A selectively edited one, mind, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. But first: "Men! Prepare for dinner! Our host has ordered a glorious feast!"
A ragged cheer went up from the ogres and he could hear various wooden objects shifting around like barrels to create makeshift tables.
Turning back to Xanatos, he relaxed slightly, shifted into a storyteller mode. "The good," and he said that word with a dripping sarcasm, "King Gregor of Dunwyn once had the loyalty of myself and my family. But we were UNJUSTLY cast out from his kingdom to the winds, and only my goody two shoes brother Victor was able to get back in that old fool's graces. Now I spend my time hunting Gummi Bears for their juice. THAT'S where the real power is these days."
Post by David Xanatos on Feb 11, 2018 18:00:57 GMT -5
"It's a simple story. I started with one coin, which I turned into a fortune. You've probably met hundreds of merchants who could say the same."
Igthorn wasn't the only one who could selectively edit. For now Xanatos wanted to play on the visitor's ego and gain as much information as he could. The Duke spoke of his troubles with a King Gregor, the loss of status for his family and a black sheep (or white sheep) of the family by the name of Victor. It was certainly beginning to sound like something worth looking into further.
Then the rub came. Gummi bears and juice being a source of real power? Surely he didn't mean he was travelling around in his airship with a small army of ogres seeking out fruit flavoured, gelatin sweets to rebuild his base of power?
Thankfully the pizza delivery arrived to give Xanatos some space to gather his thoughts. It took several staff to carry the boxes and a few more sticking around to show the ogres that you had to open the box before biting into it and that the little plastic pizza saver was not edible. Though on the latter note they did seem that they could put away plastic or even stone without any trouble.
"Forgive me Duke but I'm unfamiliar with your lands. What exactly is a Gummi Bear and what power does their juice hold?"
If it was a possible source of immortality then it was worth looking into, maybe even forming a trade agreement with these bears if the effects proved beneficial in other ways. Unless it turned out that it only produced creatures like Igthorn's ogres in which case David would leave that curiosity for others to hunt after. The side effects of the Cauldron of Life were bad enough and the businessman didn't intend to spend eternity with a large build and foul stench.
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Feb 14, 2018 11:05:54 GMT -5
A single coin that had turned into a fortune....."Impressive," the duke conceded. "Most impressive, Sir Xanatos. There are a few merchants I know of who can speak to that, but nothing they hold is as impressive as this!" He gestured to their surroundings of metal and stone.
And now he wanted to know about the Gummi Bears. His grin grew sour. "They've been a thorn in my side just as much as that doddering oaf Gregor," he started. "In my home, they're the last remnants of a race who used to live alongside humans. Tiny little things, really. Most of them sailed across the sea centuries ago to get away from us, but a few remain in the woods."
A pause for dramatic effect. "The power they have comes from Gummiberry bushes. The juice they make with it lets them bounce around here and there, but for us.....it gives us the power to move mountains!"
A cackle let loose from his throat before he grew somewhat more serious again. "Unfortunately, they're the only ones who know how to properly make the juice. So I have to try and capture them as well as take their little berries in order to get what I want."
Post by David Xanatos on Mar 6, 2018 16:33:13 GMT -5
"Well nobody else was using it and the local government preferred the donation I made to their country in exchange for it. Of course once you add a castle to your building you have to deal with the occasional siege, of course I don't have to explain siege warfare to you."
The explanation behind the gummi bears got even more bizarre. Not the part about the lost species that drifted into legend and remained hidden from human civilisation, that was just par for the course even before the formation of Rohandor. David made a mental note to have his people keep an eye out for any strange ursine societies setting themselves up in the other isles.
The strange part was the concept of a juice made from berries that made bears bounce. The CEO held off on asking what exactly the point was in such a concoction, but the apparent effects on humans was worth looking into. Even the effects on other species was worth some experimentation (within reason of course lest they end up with another Thaliog).
"Have you ever considered the idea of reverse engineering Mister Igthorn? Modern laboratories can take something and break it down to the parts that make it up, isolate the good and bad, even improve it by removing the drawbacks. If you could get a sample of the juice or even the berries my science teams could take a look at them, maybe even learn to replicate this Gummiberry juice."
Of course Xanatos Enterprises wasn't going to provide performance enhancing berry juice to the Duke and every other little tyrant that wanted it, but the potential benefits of such a discovery would be worth doing a minor deal with Igthorn for now. and if the villain was in dire straits and unable to fight back to any dangerous level then so much the better. Surely Fox wouldn't mind matching Reynard aircraft against his airship.
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Mar 21, 2018 11:22:40 GMT -5
Igthorn let out a dark laugh at Xanatos' quip regarding siege warfare. "I'm QUITE familiar with that, yes. Those dratted bears are proof enough of it." Anger burned inside him as he considered the current, wrecked state of his beloved Drekmore. They'd pay dearly for that insult.
The idea that one could simply pay their way into adding a castle to the top of a building was interesting, though. He'd always managed to scrape by with various coffers and means. There'd never been enough money in them for something as impressive as this.
"The key phrase there is modern, Sir Xanatos," he observed about the lord's spiel. "I've had to teach myself and my men to get as far as we have, and I lack the," and this next word had a very distinct sneer in it, "resources that you seem to have so readily available."
But Xanatos had a point. A laboratory in a more forward-thinking place like this could prove a great deal more useful than what he still had or what his new allies in the Society might possess. "Let's say that I do bring you a sample of the bushes. What would you want out of this little arrangement, eh?"
Post by David Xanatos on Mar 30, 2018 20:12:29 GMT -5
"You know you seem to have a few anger issues when it comes to these bears. While you're in town you should look into yoga or tai chi. Keeps the stress levels down, clears the mind. You fall off the horse, you get back on the horse but you aren't going to get anywhere if you get back on angry."
Now he just had to meet these bears. Goliath and his clan had their legendary exploits in the dark ages, but a group of berry collecting and apparently civilised ursine that could cause so much trouble for a man with an army of ogres. Could be nothing, could be an interesting new resource. For now David would play nice and not commit himself to siding with either faction in any binding manner.
The Duke seemed initially dismissive of an idea that he couldn't carry out with his own resources, but quickly showed interest in the idea of trying the scientific method of gaining the power of these berries. Of course he was savvy enough to check what Xanatos wanted in return.
"It would satisfy my curiosity. You've gained my interest in this berry juice with your story and I'd be going against my own nature not to investigate further. That and maybe my company could finally put an end to this kale obsession people have these days"
A super strength formula derived from a natural source could be useful. Not on a permanent basis of course, becoming dependant on anything was just asking for trouble down the line. In small doses or saved for emergencies though, Xanatos wouldn't mind moving a few mountains, especially after having burned the skies and raised a castle above the clouds.
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on May 23, 2018 13:49:41 GMT -5
Xanatos' initial musing only prompted more anger from the duke. "You would have 'anger issues' too if you had to deal with creatures who constantly foiled your plans and got away by the skin of their teeth! They're the bane of my existence!"
He calmed finally, letting out an embarrassed cough. "But....perhaps you have a point. I could use something to help me relax. And it's not as if they'll be a problem for much longer!" A cackle.
Igthorn didn't know what "kale" was, but he was more than pleased that Xanatos was considering the idea. He hadn't had to "negotiate" like this in quite some time, but evidently he still had some charisma that wasn't just brute force. The thought amused him: Sigmund the Negotiator.
He held out a massive hand to shake. "Sir Xanatos, Lord of New York....you absolutely have a deal."
The induction into the Vile Society, getting those thugs onboard from Corona, and now this....Igthorn's star was rising once more.
He had to be careful, of course, as per usual when dealing with people like him. This man was cunning and intelligent, not at all like people who wanted money and nothing else. He would want satisfaction.
Well, with any luck, they'd both get it.
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