dreadlords

Easter Cortos - Alesa - Army Camp Edric spat blood onto the floor. His head lulled back and forth, mind in half a daze. He felt fingers bury in his hair, scrunch closed, and then rip his gaze upwards. The swelling in his eyes made it almost impossible to see, but he didn't need his vision to...

Iron Maiden. Epithets were a great honor bestowed upon the most renowned, successful Dreadlords. It was a testament to an individual's might and reserved for those that have committed only the most heinous of atrocities against their fellow man. So, when Mars Pallatrix learned that Noel's peers...

Lir Highway Elise sat back in her carriage, eyes cast out of the small window within the door. A Dreadlord Initiate stood there, his back straight, his shoulders square, and his face desperately attempting to hide the nerves he must have been feeling in that moment. She didn't know his name...

Thorne Vel Odwyk During the revolution Ania had been hellbent on ensuring that the old ways persevered. That Vel Anir survived exactly as it had for thousands of years prior. It was like a religion to her. Like a cultish devotion that she had to serve lest the entirety of social order...

"What is that?" Mars Pallatrix asked, knowing full well that the bottle that had just been put in front of him was a variety of liquor. It was late, just past midnight, and in a few hours, the slumbering bodies within the castle would begin to stir as they went about their morning routines. A...

Vel Acan "So much for the new Vel Anir." Edric said as he kicked the head of a marble statue that lay scattered across the now destroyed Courtyard. Once upon a time Vel Acan had been a center of power within the Anirians lands. The city had been small, but important. It was here that many...

Outside Vel Anir - Dreadlord Academy Edric sat on the edge of the central courtyard, a rock bouncing in his palm as he stared ahead. His eyes were practically glazed over, staring through the dozens of combatants arrayed against one another. Most of them were his age, or around there, some...

...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...