dreadlords

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...

Cortos - Free City of Valeera Adira Cenric sat quietly upon the raised balcony on the upper levels of the Lilac Theater, and also in the pit, and behind the stage in one of the dressing rooms. Three of his bodies were present in this city, though only the one sitting on the Balcony was of any...

A storm would roll in through this seaside city in what looked to be two days time, but as Hayes stood on the parapet and looked to the thrashing waves below, she knew the storm would not ruin this momentous night. Not when the little magic that treacled down the line of the Dorfarens, the...

https://images2.imgbox.com/93/86/dNRW1LW3_o.jpg Elyrsk - Neus The cold of the north had truly settled over the last few days. An incessant bite and chill that seemed to reach into ones very bones. Luthen loved it. For years he had languished in a cell scorched by the sun. Even at night the...

https://chroniclesrp.net//proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fimages2.imgbox.com%2Fc3%2F10%2FwItu2xHQ_o.png&hash=8d82a10dc3afbdbb9c639fcf466e8ef0 Deliv - Baal Asha River This wasn't the first time he'd been to Deliv, and it probably wasn't going to be the last. The city was a crossroad of all sorts...

If Vel Anir's academy was the harshest place in the world, then Torrith was a close second. Only recently had it become what could be honestly called a settlement, and even more recently something marginally "safe." Even with the walls built, the bridges guarded, and supplies barely...

Livia showed her nerves easily as she sat and waited for the representative of the Republic. She had a shit time getting sleep the night before, did not have much of an appetite this morning, and now, she was forced to drink some tea to 'calm her nerves' at Cenric's insistence. Quinnick could...