dreadlords

Varés Henry Bauer Talus stood quietly on leaning on the side of the window, watching the streets below with no small amount of disinterest. Varés was one of the Free Cities of Cortos, one of the few places that the Radiant Church had not managed to dominate completely. The Count here had...

The Great Fortress city of Vel Anir had not known fear for three hundred years. It had been centuries since the alarm bells rang. Lifetimes since the thunderous sound of warning filled the air and the war banners were released. The echo of them had almost been forgotten, their sound a mystery...

When God unravels the webs that I've spun… ...what shall be undone? The Fortune’s End was perhaps the most legendary frigate within the Anirian Navy. It’s long streak of successful missions, lack of any deaths or serious injuries among the crew, and it’s long stretch of time in service had...

So since the bloody dreadlord decided to attack the Falwood and in the process start a wildfire on purpose. I think it is fitting that the falwood rise up after the felling fo the forest thread and see how the dreadlords feel about their own home being burned down. With all the fae magic and...

"I was nothing but a rag to you, weren't I? Just as the remainder of the initiative sees me." "You were so much to me, Vittorio. And you failed me time and time again. So much talent squandered on fraternization with our enemies. On your own wanderlust rather than your duties. Your oath."...

The path from Vel'Anir along the Cortosi coastline was long, and it hugged the shoreline. When the tides went out, the path stank and some of the Guardsmen gagged and pleaded to march further inland. They were summarily denied. Alakir watched the moon reflected in murky waters as it slowly rose...

You receive a letter. It has reached your hands in any number of possible ways. Perhaps a courier handed it to you, perhaps a bird dropped it in your lap, or perhaps it simply appeared at your door. It is sealed with a symbol you do not recognize: a small songbird. It reads: Dear friend, You...

Eleven years ago, Four Years after Quartreville, Vel Anir Lazlo Harkon was a dead man. He hadn't eaten in twelve days, or drank water in seven. His eyes were sunken and haunted, and his hair was disheveled. Yet, when the jailer shuffled across the room and unlatched his door, he looked...

The moderate temperature around the Academy was a great relief compared to that of the Ixchel Wilds and Iuk-'U Delta. There was no torrential rain, no swamps, and, most importantly, no mosquitoes. Henry, as odd as it was to say, was almost glad to be at the Academy. Though, as his horse trotted...

It had been a long week. A small squad of Dreadlords and a few of the brightest apprentices, had been sent out to deal with a band of elvish raiders harassing a human settlement a good two days hard ride from Vel Anir. It had rained the entire way there and it had rained constantly since they...

It was fucking hot. Henry's clothes, a white linen shirt tucked into black trousers, and an unlaced arming doublet was all the First Rank Dreadlord wore. His armor, something easily replaceable, was tossed aside days ago. The saber at his side was the only weapon the man possessed, and he'd...

Southern Aniria Territory Selene rode slowly upon a large black stallion at the head of a column of nearly thirty Dreadlords. Some wore thick plate armor, others simple robes of black, and still others a mix of the two. The sight would be an intimidating one, even for entire armies. Yet they...

Early Morning - The Academy "I've asked you all here to help with the training of some of our students," Magnus Olm was not a physically imposing man compared to most but his voice and his reputation commanded more respect than most. All Dreadlords who went through the Academy knew Magnus. With...

Vel Anir - Vel Acadria Talus had few memories of Vel Acadria. He and his class of fellow apprentices had never spent much time within the city limits. Their own upbringing had been centered around the Academy. This place had always been more for show, a way to display to foreign ambassadors...

South Aniria - Virak Winter Castle Elise sat quietly in a large reading chair in what had once been her Great Uncles study. There was a book in her lap, and a small cup of tea on the side table besides her. She glanced out the window, watching the quiet forest that lay just beyond the walls of...

Jana was rarely ordered around for matters as small as protecting merchants, no matter their standing, but this was rather an exception. House Sirl had a lot of trade deals going on all around, just as any other noble House of Vel Anir, but this was of a special importance as of late. Mostly...

Vel Stratholm - Arethwin Cathedral Elise stared quietly up at a statue depicting a large man clutching an orb in his right hand. Behind him lay a massive stained glass window that colored him with the rays of the dusk even as the sun sat in it's noon position. Nowadays most Anirians would...

”Yrael, do not do this, I beg of you.” The older man had implored him. Sagith Aerin had been his mentor for close to six years now and a prominent figure in his training since well before then. While he was older than Yrael for sure, he could not be more than 40 himself. Dreadlords did not...

Near Cortos - West Baal-Asha River Talus crouched in a small clearing surrounded by more Dreadlords than he had ever been in the presence of. There were over three dozen of them of all different sort of experience. First Levels, Seconds, thirds, Apprentices, and even a few fourths. It was a...

Vel Anir - The Raging Rabbit Ademar Acero Dreadlord Apprentices were rarely ever allowed to relax. Back at the Academy the occasion for down time was...well none at all. Just about the only quiet moments were when they were expected to study the histories. Other than that everything was...