dreadlords

A plain letter, written in blocky, stencil-like lettering. The courier, unknowing of the details behind the intended recipient, did in earnest attempt to deliver it. However, his efforts failed, for he encountered the news that "Ralene Banick" was deceased. This is what the letter contained...

A plain letter, written in blocky, stencil-like lettering. It read simply: Hi. xoxo ((and no name was signed on the letter)) Fabien 'King' D'Amour

A plain letter, written in blocky, stencil-like lettering. Lumen, Bad news. Lost boots. You? How doing? Have sex yet? If not, just take! Easy. Me? Missed Graduation. Who killed Flavien? If you, yay! New class? They have Friendsgiving? Probably not. Me? Will taunt them. Give reply to...

Cortos - The Isle of Kelrin https://images2.imgbox.com/b1/76/Eij2VPxz_o.png "Don't like these others none, Boss." Vis whispered quietly to his Lieutenant, eyes flickering over towards the group of Initiate's and Dreadlords perched on the other side of the small ship. His lieutenants words...

Vel Anir | Beauchene Estate | Reception Room The room which Kael found himself held a wealth he had never truly experienced before. The tables were carved from a deep red wood, fine and polished. The glass containing the water he was served was slender and ornately built in a way that split...

https://images2.imgbox.com/9d/13/pPTuJEV9_o.pngAniria - The Academy In the Old Days, when Liliana had attended the Academy, there had been frequent 'shows' of each Initiate's progress. These displays had been meant as a way for the Great Houses to further study and learn more about each...

Anirian Outer Territories Naser snatched the arrow from the air just seconds before it struck. ”See.” He said as he dropped the shaft to the ground. ”I told you we should have gone the other way.” In all fairness to his companion, that particular suggestion hadn't been a premonition. He'd...

(For those who associate as nobles, dreadlords, initiates, or other ties to Vel Anir. Slice of life thread). Her brother, Alistair Krixus, was away. Natasha had just gone to bed and so had the housekeeper. Still, the tween held her breath and counted down from ten, straining her ears for any...

CORTOSI BORDER WAR CAMP AT FORT ETRICH The timing was tight, but possible. And here close to the eve of war marked the most urgent of occasions. Indeed, as the fortunes of war could be the cruelest of all, keen in this instance was the old saying "now or never". Kristen Pirian had upon her...

Kristen Pirian passed through the gates of Vel Stratholm and felt deeply the ache of excitement in her breast. For she waited now just beyond those gates, and she waited to see a familiar face likewise pass through them. A good friend—nay, the best of friends. Zinnia St. Kolbe. It had been...

https://images2.imgbox.com/15/14/gNPyuPz9_o.pngTyr - The Isle of Sheketh A wild caucophany of noises surrounded Edric as he made his way through the main thoroughfaire of the city. Tyr was a city he had never thought he would see again. It's tall black towers and flowing canals of magma a sight...

Southern Savannah - Just Beyond the Anirian Border https://images2.imgbox.com/2c/44/Gp8L2tp7_o.png Thunk. Thunk. "Fucking finally." Edric said as the tip of his shovel struck against the top of the ancient sarcophagus. The sound of wood striking stone echoing in the seven foot deep pit that...

6th of the 3rd Pnerian month. Edge of Aberresai Savannah and Aniria’s official border. The rain was unrelenting. Just constant pelts of water, one after another. This had been a miserable campaign made ever the more miserable by one Special Advisor Cervesti. Cervesti wore khaki pants...

A few miles off the beaten track between Vel Cirak and Viret, an abandoned barn burst into life as dusk settled. One lone figure barged through the rotting wooden doors and was swiftly followed by two others, who helped to carry a fourth; long-settled stagnant dust was devoured by the sense of...

Sparring, was there anything quite like it? Not only was it a valuable exercise to hone combat skills—the entire cause of their existence—but it was also one of the best methods of releasing pent-up frustration, perfect, given that Marcia was the spirit of frustration poured into a five-foot...

There was theft afoot. Well, that was Marcia's running theory after angrily searching for her compact mirror for four entire seconds with the patience of a Proctor five minutes before lunch. She could have sworn that she had placed it on the bench a few minutes ago before re-lacing her boots...

She was in a box. Not a metaphorical box that might have signified particular walls or barriers put in place that might have reflected poorly on her as a person, but an actual fucking metal box, locked with a padlock and located in one of the Academy's storage rooms alongside training dummies...

VEL NUMERA "Mayor Caspian." "My Lady," said the same, bowing before her. "You summoned me?" Kristen sat presently in the office chambers of the Pirian Manor. And though she now was the Lady of Vel Numera, some heavy memories accompanied this very room, this very seat. Ill memories. Her...

Vittoria was entirely too used to waiting in the wings. She was always a last resort, expected to stand aside and be witness to the incompetence of those before her when all the while, Initiate Larrainth was someone capable of securing a fast win. The girl was a walking devastation. An ending...

(Art Credit) No brighter sun, no fairer sky, could Kristen ask for on this day of fateful return. The country air was refreshing, cool to the skin and invigorating to the heart. Sparse clouds gave large deference to the sun, and they marred little the sea of afternoon blue in their drifting...