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Alistair nervously stood at the front of the classroom as he persistently fiddled with several tools and magical equipment. He nearly knocked a whole stack of large books before he scrambled to grab hold of them. By now he could hear some of the initiates starting to wander into the class...

Where: Outer edge of woods surrounding academy Who: 4.0 Initiates What: Two-legged race When: Sunrise A loud, booming voice began to speak from a small sending stone in the middle of a clearing where the initiates had been 'dropped off.' Drugged the night before, bound, and deposited in...

There didn't seem to be much going on these days. He'd been kept busy with missions and plenty of class and training, but once he had to rinse and repeat the same routine, nothing to break it up from time to time, it made Lachlan restless. Etiquette class loomed later this afternoon, and the...

The kitchens of the Academy seemed to have seen many passable dishes, but over the course of several months, each week if all three were present on Academy grounds, Houri and Thraah and Livia would meet here with a new recipe of cake to bake. In these times, they have failed and triumphed...

Vel Angbar Briarthorn Hall Dreadlord Ygris Magantir sat surrounded by a massive collection of books and tomes in the library of Briarthorn Hall. To her left, books on rare magic principals, practices, artefacts, and the histories therein. To her right, books on Vel Anirs vast territories, with...

Once again Thraah was stalking the silent hallways of the Academy. Her purpose was simple. Slipping invites. They were simple pieces of folded paper. Most said: Party at the old chapel tomorrow night. BE THERE! But some were more personalised. Houri got one that said: There's chocolate cake in...

"You MORON!" Thraah had held it together for hours. She had put up with Leander and his bullturds all day as they delivered the old tapestries from the Academy to be repaired in the City of Vel Anir but now. Now it was getting dark and they were stuck because the rain from earlier in the day the...

"My butt hurts." Thraah didn't like riding. Basic gave her some training but she still didn't enjoy it. She would have preferred to take a cart, or walk but the Academy has stables for use. So use them they did. A horse a piece, because "Dreadlords don't share!" Greedy assholes. It looked a...

Tonight the academy grounds felt more quiet than they had in years. Something about the atmosphere had shifted and changed since the night the Proctors discovered a young Initiate, Willenia Helms, dead in the courtyard surrounded by hundreds of lit candles. No sign of attack. No evidence of foul...

Dreadlord Academy 3:00 AM The sound of footsteps echoed deftly in the hall beyond Thraah's cell door, paused just outside for a brief moment, then continued on. A folded letter slipped beneath her door. The handwriting within was neat, slightly slanted, and written in crisp, black ink...

Thump. Well, it was worth a shot, she thought to herself, studying the dagger that was well off target. Her dreams of mastering several types of weaponry was going at a good pace, but she was yet to be subjected to anything real like a mission she often saw other Initiates going off to...

A plain letter, written in blocky, stencil-like lettering. Henk, You? Thought dead. Surprise! Question. How not in jail? My guess? Bribe. Likely wrong. Me? Drink too much. Wondering. Write letter after vomit. Give reply to courier. Then slap him. xoxo ((the letter was not signed with a...

[art cred] Lately, it seemed Vel Anir was trying to show off how there was no issues between the Kingdom and the Falwood. Now, anyone with more than three brain cells knew better. From the Brotherhood to the skirmishes along the border, it seemed Vel Anir and Falwood were still giving one...

A plain letter, written in blocky, stencil-like lettering. Ralene, You. Good killer. Your Graduation. Went bad :( Me? Asked around. Wanted stories. You? Killed Charon. Good job! Wondering. What was fight like? How he die? Give reply to courier. xoxo ((the letter was not signed with a...

The Academy A gloomy, rainy weekend. It was one of those somber springs where the rain fell for days on end, saturating the academy grounds and all the lands beyond. The only dry places were those within the confines of the stone walls, and while on the weekends most Initiates often sought to...

“I can’t.” Everleigh heaved, her shoulders slumping forward despite already being on her hands and knees. “You’re certain of this? We could give you some water, maybe that’ll help.” One of academy nurses, a fourth level dreadlord with decent healing abilities, was scribbling on her note board...

VEL LUIN It wasn't the first time Kristen had seen the grandeur of Vel Luin with her own eyes. Even putting aside a rather poor mission involving guard duty at a warehouse, Kristen had visited Vel Luin several times during her childhood (how it felt now so akin to a past life!). Her father...

OUTSKIRTS OF ALYR'SYLINA Soleil couldn't be more excited. She had thought that with the coming of the Republic, missions like this would be no more. And this was a mission like the ones of old. No rules. No compromise. No mercy. Butchery. Two Initiates, of which Soleil was one, had been...

Vel Yuna. The Yuna Lager tavern. Before noon, but definitely far past sunrise. Caeso awoke on the sticky floor and the first thing which greeted him was a keen awareness of the smell of dried vomit. He didn't know whose it was. Kress, he hoped it wasn't his. There was a draft. Why was there a...

VEL LUIN Caeso Diemut had not yet been to the storied harbor city of Vel Luin. Even before he reached the harbor proper, he could see over the rooftops the massive Twins looming, the huge statues which marked the seaside entrance—these being Vel Luin's most iconic feature. Trade flowed through...