dreadlords

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 https://i.imgur.com/yAjouUM.png "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...

Vel Castere was a struggle to find the rhythm for, but the strict daily routine outlined for her soon became easier to manage. Mornings started with a run, and by now her feet toughened and was able to take the distance. The forges were the most challenging, but Zephyrine did not complain. It...

A chill settled as the sun fell, completely putting the Falwood into darkness despite the last light visible past the treetops. There was no camp made, no fire to warm themselves, not when the feeling of being watched could be felt in the growing darkness. Livia dared not to breathe, but the...

Vel Angbar Briarthorn Hall Dreadlord Ygris Magantir sat surrounded by a massive collection of books and tomes in the library of Briarthorn Hall. To her left, books on rare magic principals, practices, artefacts, and the histories therein. To her right, books on Vel Anirs vast territories, with...

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...

ELBION COLLEGE (during the events of Pinnacle) Deal's a deal. The Department of Acquisitions had a top-tier expedition about to set out to the Seret Mountains, and for Zael, the only way he could get onto it was with the help of three College Students: Gierliadel, Herrim, and Yuna. The first...

Oh, delightful day! At last the opportunity had come, and what a perfect opportunity it proved to be! Kristen's final mission before Graduation consisted not of some grand siege or massive battle in which the fate of the entire Republic rested. It was instead a far more routine affair—not to...

There had been murmurs around the city and outlier settlements outside Vel Cirak that a monster had claimed the life of a merchant on the road. Many were quick to blame a werewolf, something capable of ruining the life of a loving family, but Cleo knew there had to be more to it. Yes, the facts...