dreadlords

...but with a lot more crying. For centuries all children born with magic within Vel Anir were forced into the service of the Dreadlords. An organization that honed the magical talents of children until they were living weapons of war. Upon graduation from this academy they would pledge an...

Smoke rose from within the Walls of Vel Anir. The tide of the undead had been turned, thousands of corpses lay within the streets and strewn across the plains around the Great Fortress City. A strange sort of serene quiet had laid itself out over Vel Anir, the silence that came with victory...

Hello Everyone! After about a year of planning, roleplaying, various sideplots, character development, etc the time has finally come for Revolution in Vel Anir. Lots of people have dipped in and out, developed Noble Houses, Dreadlords, and even regular guardsmen. The story has finally come to...

West of Vel Anir This was entirely unconventional. A small proxy war between houses, minor houses that was. Nothing alike to a war between the major houses of Vel Anir, something that would send the entire nation in chaos as things were already tense with Houses undermining each other through...

Virak Winter Estate - Foyer "Of course he has." Elise said as she reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. She sat in a large plush chair that might have been mistaken for a throne. Her back was straight, and around her were arrayed a dozen different men and women loyal to House Virak...

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...