avariel

In any other circumstance, Ostára would smart at her fathers orders to go on reconnaissance. Scouting was the job often reserved for the young and inexperienced in The Thirteen - a way for them to learn the ways of war from a safe distance before participating, and an ever better way for the...

The army moved slowly. From the skies it looked like a swollen snake that wound it's way slowly through the vast Falwoods. Elves of all kinds including Aerai and Avariels, humans, dwarves, orcs - even a few giants - marched together under various colourful banners that stood out against the...

The army moved slowly. From the skies it looked like a swollen snake that wound it's way slowly through the vast Falwoods. Elves of all kinds including Aerai and Avariels, humans, dwarves, orcs - even a few giants - marched together under various colourful banners that stood out against the...

Thysari is open. Come home. It was a simple message, crafted so that it could not be misinterpreted or confused with some other meaning. The Avariel were calling home their Lost. When the gates had shut during the Great Dwarven Wars, the race of winged elves had been spread across the globe...

"Avariel? Aye there do be a few tha' come down 'ere now. I didn't believe me eyes when they first appeared." Gawyn fingered the hilt of his blade impatiently whilst trying to keep his face impassive. He always forgot how much humans liked to listen to their own voices, especially when they...

“You didn’t hear? Her family dragged her back through the streets.” “I saw it too, with my own eyes! She was screaming, kicking and scratching like a wild cat!” “How disgraceful!” “I heard she’s been with a human, and she’s done it for almost twenty years! Twenty years! With a human!” Whispers...

Humans were really simple creatures. A lot like dogs. Oh! Dogs? Those were little furry buds that humans kept around for security and companionship. See, dogs could be trained to listen to basic commands. They were programmable, responding to positive feedback or the promise of sustenance...

The light rain gave her just cause to keep her dark hood up over her pearly white hair. It was often recognised, and she was putting her life at risk as it was being in the market. They needed food and she was sick to death of fish. Lailah tried her best to look anything but as paranoid as she...

Alliria A crowd of spectators gathered around a shoddily-build pit in the basement of the Femme Fatale. A bookie stood in front of a chalkboard where scribbled on was the fights and bets for the night. The basement was a mess, with empty flagons, broken glass, and all manner of liquids and food...

To outsiders The Spine was a realm of nightmares: monsters from the stories parents told their children to make them behave, thieves and looters used the unkempt pathways to ambush unsuspecting travellers, varying climates and dangerous terrain that even the most athletic people might find...

Deep breathe in. Scents of wood so old they had stood over her forefathers, the sharpness of freshly sprung flowers, and grass after a heavy rain hit the back of her throat with her indrawn breath. Diving deeper beyond those smells she could scent the animals closer to her; the faint tang of wet...

Caliane Ruinë Biographical information Birthplace The Spines Born Died Age 162 Home None Physical description ...

The spires of Azuros were quiet in the pre-dawn hours, the intricate stonework and colored glass seeming frozen to time while waiting for the first rays of orange-purple sunrise to pierce the cloudbank and bring the Avariel city to life. The layout of the city was made with the flight...

She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here, but she didn’t care. She was pacing back and forth impatiently. She was in the main hall of the headquarters of the Overseers. She knew today they had been assigned on a specific mission about a gruesome battle between the orcs and the dwarves that took...

The morn was cold and brisk outside the tentative warmth of her tent. She rolled about in her quilted sleep roll, luxuriating in the warmth of the fur lined interior. Her stirring bothered her companion, who lifted his great white head and shook it, ears flapping against his skull. Angela...

Hi! Foxy here with a brand new character! Angel Girl is an escaped slave fleeing to Kor Gol-something and she's in the Spine somewhere. This PTSD-ridden winged girl could use some friends besides her unnamed Dog! Please feel free to jump in here! Weylin Kyrel Velaeri

Dawn was breaking on a new day. A clump of snow fell from a branch of a nearby pine tree. The sun’s first rays slowly bleached the sky yellow, shining brilliantly on snow-capped mountains. The cold of the morning was no different from the cold of the night, and yet it woke the slumbering elf all...

Angela Biographical information Birthplace The Spine Born Unknown Died Age Unknown, appears ~24 Home Physical descrip...