Recent content by Anárion

They could retaliate all they liked, however they chose, it did not matter now. Even as the battle grew into one of many layers, many that were beyond him, he remained as steadfast. He could not wield great feats of magic like Vordrakel, or his sorcerer brethren - they were of powers unlike his...

So I posted something in the discord server not too long ago, something to that effect. I'm not here about specifics. I'm just here to pitch the overall idea and let us all sort it out together if it seems interesting. Here's what I'm talking about: We could establish for ourselves a sort of...

Were it not that his place bid him to refrain from such acts, he'd have gladly been one of those who had charged forth and given themselves fearlessly. Loathe as he was to admit it, it was the knowledge and experience of him, and those like him, that was all the more invaluable in these times...

Unlike his companions, he'd not been there at the battle of Sharyrdaes. Having been stationed further south in the Ashen Glades, this was his first real chance at enacting his own vengeance upon the enemy, and so he proved himself eager. But he was far from the only one. As Kristen and her...

Anárion passed through the trees at a relatively casual pace, nothing more than a jog. Behind him, scores of Aerai soldiers followed behind, and some others. Most were infantry, as calvary would be of little aid to them in this place - or so Anárion had advised. At his sides, with their own...

I will be taking Anárion to defend Qárele. Since I'll be playing the role of Dungeon Master as well, I'll defer the random selection to the next player!

As Anárion came to sit there by the fire, he looked up to one of the various others who still lingered there. He was a tall orc, still dressed for battle, with his axe leaned there beside him and his helmet just there as well. They met eyes for a moment. Anárion nodded to him, and he nodded...

They dwelt in silence for a time, the Beastman and he. Truthfully, when he'd spoken, he'd not expected a reply. It was more a verbal observation than anything else anyway, as they had yet to formulate a real plan to break through this stalemate. They wouldn't be going anywhere, not yet. He...

Anárion had remained undisturbed for hours. Poised in his watchfulness, uncertain of not only when, but what to expect. There'd been little more than a rustling in the dark for the past few days, and the reprieve was nothing except unsettling. Behind him was a small gathering of hushed voices...

Victory for Sharyrdaes at Salquenor Minassë meant only one thing: war. Following the dark army's failure to take the bridges to the vast meadows of Sharyrdaes, they'd retreated into the depths of the forest and on into Aeraesar. The Order and their allies had secured the Fortress of Qárele, and...