dreadlord academy

Kael sat in a surprisingly spacious ‘study’ room, empty for moment of any other souls. Kael had been drawing notes onto a piece of parchment paper. He had created a crude but legible drawing of the Academy’s east wing. It was reasonably scaled, and sprinkled with nails to signify obstacles...

They had done it; they had found hell. It wasn't an infernal realm on another plane of existence where demons and devils played idle games with the souls of the living. Nor was it some endless chasm deep beneath the earth where one lived their worst fears for eternity, bound by chains of...

How? Just... how? Marcia stood in the courtyard, arms folded across her chest and neck craned to the sky as she stared upwards at one of the Academy's tallest turrets. She hadn't taken to suddenly admiring the robust masonry that had stood both the test of time and the Revolution, but instead...

One last month of being a Proctor, and the sweetness of more freedom was just at the tip of her tongue. That was if she were left to do as she wished and planned these last four lessons. It was as if memory came to those higher than her in position here at the Academy suddenly remembered...

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...

When she had signed up for the extracurricular class to learn about poisons, she had not thought they would be paired up and doing research with others. The project was quite simple really, asking groups split into Poisons or Antidotes to pick their poison or cure and study them. There was to...

Tests. While one class readies themselves to graduate and, hopefully, continue to serve Vel Anir, the class Lux Quillon was part of was to undergo a series of tests to train and decipher where their weaknesses may be. Despite how many capable mages were among his class, there were still many...

Rhid was probably only a little late, but he had been carrying the cups of tea from the dining hall to where Alistair Krixus had written to him to meet. A chill had been lingering over the Academy for days now, and the Initiate thought it would warm themselves or their hands at least. Turning...

While nearly every other Proctor maintained an office in the upper tiers of the Academy since the Revolution, Proctor Harkenov had not bothered to move her own. It remained deeply seeded into the otherwise "unused" catacombs in the belly of the estate where once Initiates were taken for torture...

Dreadlord Academy Grounds Black Forest Old Watchtower Ruins She'd chosen the later afternoon to make her way to the tower. With her latest piece of the lake finished and gone, time had come to stake her claim on a new landscape and object of attention for the next few foreseeable months. Likely...

Just how many Urahils were there at the Academy? Rhidian bounced his leg as he sat down on a bench, waiting for this other Urahil to make an appearance. The Proctor had told him her time with him was coming to a close, that she needed to go on an extended mission out to the Bayou, but to...

"If you say 'try again' one more time, I think I may just let go and take out this whole building with me. What do you say, Proctor Urahil?" Rhidian's patience was unusually thin all morning, and it was not to do with his sleep. A month he had been here, at the Academy, and they had stuck him...

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...

"Proctor Urahil?" Perri lifted her weary head, blinking up at the Initiate that pulled her attention from the page she had pretended to read to mask her exhaustion. Between teaching etiquette at the Academy to being pulled out to Vel Anir to heal Dreadlords and various Anirian Guards, Perrine...

Depression was an evil thing. It pulled and plucked, and destroyed everything inside you. Larkin had no clue that was his affliction. He was hurt, he was angry, he was many things he could not even begin to understand. In a fit of anger, Larkin had ripped his room apart. Tore everything off...

Her feet carried her to the infirmary as if there was no other path for her to take. Everleigh was briskly marching through the halls, every footfall seeming to slam against the wooden floor with such vigor that one would have though the purple proctor to be much larger than she truly was. Her...

Ssshh... be quiet, the Proctors could hear us. Me? You're the one jabbering on! Oh do shut up Vayu! Well I never, I was just pointing out that this is absolutely ridiculous when there was a perfectly good ra-- We're never eating rat again! We're OUT - remember?! Houri paused on the last...

The day was like any other: the sun rose and the world asked nothing of its inhabitants. The initiation of a promise couldn’t be felt in the air that was the same as it was yesterday. Everleigh awoke at the same time she usually did, or rather she got up and moved around at the same time she...

"Teach you to mess with me you little weasel faced bitch!" Shoving Initiate Cassia's face into her own chamber pot would teach her to not to spill her waste on Thraah's boots while she was moving to empty it. The other girl was maybe two years younger than her but that hardly seemed to matter...

After months upon months in having lunch duty, Everleigh Ebersol was given a week of reprieve from watching the initiates. After this week she would resume the role of monitoring all the children, specifically the younger ones, and would be missing lunch herself. Not that that bothered her, she...