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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...
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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...
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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...
There was nothing out here for him to punch without magic, but for days now; no, weeks, Rhidian had been filtering a rage he only felt when he came into possession of his magic. Krixus had helped him understand then, had been the one to help start him controlling and honing his magic that...
Long days were becoming more and more regular now that Zinnia had graduated and been assigned a level. Such was to be expected; it was her duty as a Dreadlord to fight and serve on behalf of her country. What was less expected was the odd nature of some missions. While Proctor Salak had...
The days leading up to Zephyrine's birthday party had been busy for Victoria. She and Silas had been tasked on a mission, and unfortunately for Thraah, the party would have to be missed. She had busied herself preparing, and pestering Silas constantly as she excitably told him how much she was...
Anirian Outskirts - Orren Manor
"Rebellions." Crimson freckles speckled Erodin's face as he stood above the Lady Orren, the blade in his hand steadily dripping blood upon the rich carpets of the ostentatious estate he found himself in. "In my experience, at least."
The Dreadlord said as he...
Kortes - Island of Cortell
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"Three targets." Erodin said simply, pointing to the map laying on the central table within the hovel they would call a home for the next three weeks. The Dreadlord's expression utterly deadpan and without a hint of amusement as he...
Aniria - Wildlands
Three tests.
A few years ago, it had only been one. Luthen wasn't entirely sure how he felt about a lot of the changes in Vel Anir. A decade and a half was a long time to miss, and his return had been marked by a whirlwind of differences that he was still struggling to...
*Tack tack tack*
Salak's cane announced him as he and Alistair entered the theatre. It was a pleasant and well lit space with high ceiling and marble floors. The House of Masks was where a great many shows were held and troupes often competed for the privilege of performing in the space...
The Free City of Istanfol
Between Vel Anir and Cortos
Istanport
So far as free cities went, Istanfol was one of the most robust and well-maintained. Not that Kilien would really know the difference, but that did not stop the surprise upon seeing a mixture of cultures and nationalities all in...
Dreadlord Academy - Roughly Seven Years Ago
Every muscle in her body burned and her legs felt like they were starting to wobble. They’d been doing drills for hours now but despite the pain and fatigue she hoped that the Proctors would keep them on drills until at least sunset. Maybe that’d...
Three days ago, a message had arrived in Vel Anir. The note had been born by a messenger like many others, though something had been broken about him. His goal had been singular, his eyes dulled, and his speech a simple and singular repetitive phrase. One uttered again and again as he made his...
Rain drops splashed off of his chest, wind pressed against his soaked clothes, his chest rose and fell as he continued the sprint that he had been maintaining for almost two full days.
The meeting with Alistair and the other Dreadlord had spooked him, in a way. After Alliria he had thought that...
Vel Orath - The Halls of Dead
This was not a city.
It was a graveyard.
Once upon a time Vel Orath had been a city just like any other. It had not been worthy of the title 'Vel', not within it's lifetime, but it had been the devastation wrought here which in solemn memorial had brought the...
How long had it been now? Six months? Longer? Sable wasn't sure. He'd never cared to track the passing of time as he sat within his cell, days rolling by like leaves scattered in the wind. The fortress city of Vel Salvus was an austere one, far from the usual aesthetic that House Pirian tried to...
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