dreadlord initiate

TW: Imagery, Gore, Death, Abuse It's quiet in the forest. Baron stands in front of Seraphim with an angry expression, but there is no yelling, only a simple request: "Turn around, child. You'll soon see there's a lot more to fear from me than some harsh words." Seraphim quivers, no longer...

Three weeks the siege at sea had lasted in the end. The ships had come from the far South, from lands nobody had ever heard of before, where it appeared they did not respect those with gifts like Dreadlords. They feared them and instead attempted to cage and use them as one would a dog. Houri...

"Pick it UP let's go!" Thraah was pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Her patience had worn thin. She wore her tunic over her leathers, metal was not always so helpful against magic users. She swung the chain in her left hand and slapped her short sword against her right thigh. Dueling...

Iscandor walked down a busy street as he felt the sun continuing its trip downward and out of sight. It was dusk at this point, and the orange skies were pretty enough to warrant a painting. Humming a little tune as he walked along, he would spy a small tavern nestled between other buildings of...