battle

GILD THE ESTATE OF HOUSE GILDAL Ruslan Gildal woke in his bedchambers in the Estate of House Gildal. Soft morning light, born from the freshly risen sun, filtered in through the curtains. He sat up in the bed and ran his hand through his hair and looked to the window. He swung his legs over...

"They say, in those continents across the Seas, that there are lands they call Plains too. Except, their grass is green and flecked with daisies." Vhagor glanced across at the Battle Queen of the Na'zarak who was surprisingly silent for a woman with six legs to contend with. On foot as he was...

War had come to the Valen Wilds. Well, they called it a war, but in reality it was more like a series of distinct border skirmishes involving several Lords and Ladies that had, by all accounts, started to escalate. 'So, a war?' Turning his head, Syr Faramund, Sworn-Knight of Anathaeum, raised...

He'd stood before the Allirian Council, his energy radiating like a second sun in the Allir Keep. When the corpses of the little girls from the slums were shown to him, it compelled him to act. Despite his body being weak from previous use, Quintus had stood before his peers in the armor of his...

Lord Theodore Banick, Head of House Banick, passed quietly on his deathbed, and then the struggle for power began. It should have been a smooth succession. Cecil Banick, long speculated to abdicate his ascension to Head of House, did indeed do so. This left Walter Banick, Theodore's second born...

Kristen fell to her knees. The entirety of her body trembled with exhaustion and depletion, both of a physical and arcane nature. She was spent. Utterly spent. Blood splattered her armor all over, streaked in great brushstrokes across her face, and drenched her hair so thoroughly that the auburn...

Cortell - The Cove of Fein War was a fantastic thing for mercenaries. It all but ensured a steady supply of work, but trouble was you generally had to choose a side. No mercenary worth his salt would trade themselves between suitors, not if they wanted to build any sort of trust anyway. In...

"Do you understand," said Proctor Magomo, leaning in dangerously close, "what it is you're asking me?" Kristen stood rigidly at attention in his office in the Proctors' Building of the Academy. She was keenly aware that the door behind her was closed. "Yes," she said, her voice quiet but...

"I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster." - Catherine the Great Upon the side of a nearby clearing was commotion that plagued the otherwise quiet stillness of the nearby forest. It was the sound of people, and not just anybody; an entire raiding host attempting to make...

The Spine. Faragen. It was like a scar on his soul, the events of Faragen and the mocking of Lord Naleze. He had failed so many times before to slay him, but no longer. This was Arnor's triumph, or his end. He loaded up his horse, Rhi just outside of the town. The town was alive- somewhat...

Screaming and war cries. The forested valley echoed with sounds of combat, screaming and death, roars of monsters and men locked in mortal combat, man and monster fought for their lives in bloody combat. Commanders shouted orders, tactics were tried, foiled, failed or successful. The tides of...

Grayshore The Allir Reach Early Morning The Sayve River had soured. Weeks ago the Dragon had completed a ritual to befoul the waters causing them to run black with decay and necrosis. The Dark Magic instilled in the waters of the sayve caused sickness where it spread, it could kill the weak...

The Dragon, Geladryx has plans to to attack the town of Grayshore in the Allir Reach with the Orc's that have rallied to him. Depending on how the battle goes the Dragon plans to expand his domain and the domain of the Orcs following him into the Allir Reach which could limit the influence of...

in a random bar in vel anir...... the bar was loud and roudy with humans, my comrades and i chose to sit further towards the back of the room. my second in command my medic and my mage are all thats left of what was a large contingent of soldiers sent to this land by our king to find artifacts...

Taimin, an oasis village in Amol-Kalit by the mountains. How'd we feel like a smol skirmish on the control over it? The reasoning behind could be vast and open-ended, so my initial idea is vague to be better appropriated for other writers.

Northern Cortos - The Razor Plains Leon wrenched his sword free, the man beneath his boot letting out one last guttural grunt of pain before he finally expired. For a moment The Inquisitor simply stood there, a frown lacing across his lips before he slowly looked up. Surrounding him were...

(OOC: mediators/unaffiliated have the freedom to walk everywhere without getting attacked, including the inside of the temple and converse with anyone, whether they're named or not) Two forces stood at opposing ends. On one end, atop the rolling dune, Amir Danush Ibn Shiys stood at the helm...

Amir Farid Ibn Baha was the ruler of a glorious city and it's vassals at the foothils of the Seret mountains. He is well known in the region and his dynasty ruled this land for generations. Something that was rarely found among the ever changing politics of Amol-Kalit. His favour with the gods...

A dire wolf in the Reach. Rabid. The beast salivating as it walked along the forest floor and its large paws crushed the leaves and grasses and little fallen twigs. Whistling. Shrieking through the trees. And the Javelin of Light struck the dire wolf and its body exploded. A catastrophic spray...

Owen lay in his bunk below deck. The swaying of the mighty warship, the Braun Virak, on the waters of the Cortosi Coast. The berth was tight and cramped. Bunks made to be lean and three high. In his hand he held two dice. Shifted them around. Watched absently the different numbers as they...