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...
It had been quiet in Sharyrdaes as of late - or as quiet as it could be. Often were the creatures of the night just there within earshot, howling and screeching in the distance just often enough to remind one that they were there. Just enough to remind you that it wasn't safe. Sharyrdaes' fourth...
Aera Eäron - a city like any other in Aeraesar: a ruined relic of a time now passed. At the Eventide's coming, this city like all the others, save for their capital of Sharyrdaes, was overrun and abandoned. There were none who dwelt here now that would be any friend of the Aerai.
From her...
It had been some time since the Blackwood Bastion had been established, and forces began gathering there. Many answered the call, and soon the march to Sharyrdaes would begin. There was still much to do there, and they had little time left to prepare. But, before they departed, there were some...
There had been tales told of a place in the Falwood, where the forest itself closed and the sky grew dark with rolling storms that never ceased. There were stories of a land where creatures wore the shapes of monsters, and preyed upon those who dared to enter into those dark lands.
If one knew...
Long had been these past months, and very quiet. Throughout everything they had endured these many years they had never suffered in such a way as this. Even in the Temple's corridors with close companions it still felt as though the people around her were leagues away. In some ways they even...
The night was cool, and calm. The sky was clear, and the land was washed in the pale light of Arethil's moons, full in their beauty. Beneath them, in the midst of sparse trees and great fields of grass, a lone figure sat silently by a gently burning flame, just near a softly running stream. And...
The evening came with what seemed to her to be an unusual chill. But she admitted to herself that this could very well be normal, and so did her best to silence any uncertainty that dwelt within. Though she'd come to remember her name, and a few faces without their own, there was much that still...
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