Recent content by Arlo Talworth

Injury to great effect, no doubt healable, yet still ran close to the bold face of Arlo in multitudes of magic. Coursing from Hector came the assault, and framed by his own copperish light did Arlo stand against it, blade aloft, shimmering protection availing. A pillar of earth did set about...

Knightly eyes did perceive this increased power. His wits seized upon the moment. This approaching magic did illicit the desired force required to truly test the foundations of his new found discoveries. Longsword went into the position known as The Crown, where cross guard was above head, tip...

The appointed time has given rise to the interplay of steel, and now, the long tail cut performed with arcane puncture of flame was delivered. Arlo felt confident in his response to this, his own longsword wreathed in flame. The aligned magic in element loaned well to reaction, blue flame...

“Duty bound do we commence our deeds, honour interwoven with diligence to the cause, lay steel upon me to raise the blood to action, and then, well. I trust you will not disappoint.” Arlo drew blade slowly, the blade wreathed in wrathful blue flame that did curl and coalesce about the...

The library in it's well organised array of knowledge to lend to the knight not of the resident order. The lessons learned from well placed word from senior and junior alike, in age and in title. The unlocking of further refinement of the craft of arcane defense. All of this and more to...

Duty binds one to bold actions that one might describe as suicidal. The vows taken, the oaths spoken, they etched a path deep in fate's path of dangers to face. Sir Arlo Talworth, Knight of the Order of the Enshrined Blade, had made his requests of the Knights of Anathaeum and found them...

Arlo swiftly moved behind Dal, silent and with assurity, he smoothed his moustache and kept his blade tight to his personage. He remembered his vows, remembered all of the assurances of his code, and much like Dal, kept to himself. But instead of sitting at the bar he looked up at the damage...

The sound of communication between the warriors was greatly appreciated by the knight Sir Arlo. He was trained to settle the minds of those of weaker resolve with his presence and found the present condition of the battlefield to be satisfactory to his senses. Despite the muck underfoot and...

The flames were extinguished from the steel, yet the blade still sang out a legato of strokes that cleaved at the giant's fetid flesh. Without the flame assisting him, wounds inflicted did not sear and they did not grow beyond their incision. Yet Arlo refused to be deterred and remained diligent...

Arlo watched as Jehsalia manipulated her very shadow to end the foe in scores, and gave a murmur of approval as the result revealed itself to undo the enemy. For now, he reserved judgement upon the nature of the magic she employed. It was not for him to say yet, not without more information, a...

Sir Arlo's listened to Innis' headcount and nodded. Twelve at first and then more to cut, Arlo thought, a simple matter. A heartbeat passed, and his thoughts turned to consider if it was by hearing alone that Innis made such a count. The answers to such a question would have to wait he knew. As...

An education upon the nature of Knights of Anathaeum was Sir Arlo's charge, to learn of them and their ways, to learn from them the art of magic that would bolster his own order's practices, and in the end, ultimately, his task was to carry word that would judge this arcane order in the eyes of...

Arlo regarded the two as they talked amongst themselves with his previous utterance kept in mind. 'If they are loyal to the code.' He could not help but hold forbearance as these two did not ask for the particular passphrase of him. No matter, Arlo thought. Merely a slight lapse in protocol...

From within a small chapel two knights, one senior, sixty yet still maintaining all faculties to fight and persevere against any awaiting foe, and one twenty four, with blue eyes that held an unusual intelligence and wit behind them, did converse and recite their vows to one another and the...

A letter arrives at the doors of the Knights Anathaeum, sealed with bronze wax with the symbol of a blade. Within the following is written in flowing hand: To The Knights Anathaeum, Defenders of the Vale and the Ways of the Fae, Holders of Traditions Ancient, Nature Born, and Magnanimous...