Recent content by Ania

"Home?" That was a funny concept. For much of her life home was the academy. Then, after graduation, home was whatever House Weiroon estate she was stationed at. For the past few months home was this asylum, this prison. And now, with lucidity since the first time after Alliria, the...

"As I knew it?" Ania had no idea what even meant anymore. Even with the lucidity that Thorne had granted her there was still fragments that didn't make sense in her head. It was difficult to parse which parts of her life had been real, which had been imagined. And the things she'd seen the...

Saliva hung in her throat as the murderer of proud Anirians approached her. There a brief milisecond of contact on her blindfold which was swiftly replaced by light. Her azure eyes struggled to adjust, blinking at the sunlight as if it were a long missed companion. His bare fingers grasped at...

The mind was capable of bending to accept the most egregious of situations. It could twist itself around shifting worldviews as society adjusted to new ideals. All of this was the mind's way of preserving itself. Ensuring sanity and lucidity reigned supreme. But if stretched too far, if the...

Thorne Vel Odwyk During the revolution Ania had been hellbent on ensuring that the old ways persevered. That Vel Anir survived exactly as it had for thousands of years prior. It was like a religion to her. Like a cultish devotion that she had to serve lest the entirety of social order...

They had been fighting Dreadlords for the past hour now. One moment they'd believe the threat to be over, their platoon would press forward, and then the next a dozen Dreadlords would just materialize. Seemingly out of thin air. By this point they had dwindled to a singular, 'he,' and Marco...

There were only so many words to describe the blasphemy she had witnessed in the past twenty-four hours. Vile, insulting, and profane actions carried out first by the undead and now by some of the very guards she had just fought alongside. But to her shock and horror it wasn't just the members...

Vittorio's mask was beginning to prove an annooyance. His voice was calm enough, seemed honest, but without the accompaniment of facial features it made reading him impossible. There was body language, sure, and that was tense. But she couldn't help but wonder if there was ire hidden behind...

Her charge jolted from his seat. Perhaps she had gone too far for a first time? Immediately the forest vanished, the fires ceased, and Ania's grin shifted. Her face of joy turned to a face of stone. She cleared her throat and paced in front of the pupil. "Good," she finally said while still...

Rage and fury burned in Ania's eyes. Who did this fool think he was? She had read his dossier, she had been informed of his transgressions, and she had naively believed simple words and actions could change his mind. She believed that this interaction would have gone better. That she...

Insolence. How had his previous mentor lasted an hour with this guy? ”We have a group of squatters. Elves mostly, a few halfsies, plopped right on Anirian soil by the Falwood,” Ania explained, glossing over Vittorio’s lack of enthusiasm. It wasn’t a dreadlord’s place to think. They took...

Now it made sense. Why they constantly told her that she would never be a mentor. She didn't have the patience for this. If her pupil couldn't see the obvious superiority of humans was there any hope for him here in Vel Anir? Did she really need to convince him of the absolute basics of this...

Her first encounter with her pupil was proving to be a disappointment. He looked familiar. But her memory had been foggy lately, she couldn't quite place where she had seen the pupil before. Was he present for the decimations that Lady Elise had ordered? She couldn’t recall. Regardless, his...

In the past it was made very clear that she would never be allowed to be a mentor. She was too reckless. Too impulsive. Too violent. It had been explained to her, on numerous occasions in fact, that a mentorship was a serious endeavor and that while her loyalty to Anirian values was...

"I swear I didn't support no resistance," Boris pleaded through tears and sobs. Ania didn't doubt it. He likely had no idea what much of his contributions went towards. But that was the folly of being generous to those who did not deserve it. Your charity might be full of good will but no...