knights of anathaeum

"Deliver the Whispering Dark to me..." said Khorvayne, the sorceress who had charmed her way into One-Horn's camp and gained a delightful audience with him. Her hand reached up and gently brushed the underside of the minotaur's chin. "...and I shall see you...richly...rewarded." Suggestions of...

Alliria, Outer City The Tenpenny Hen, A Brothel ___________________________ "This your first time?" Syr Marta asked him. Hector cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Syr?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Did I stutter, squire?" Hector stammered. "I, I don't get your meaning," She shook her...

Duty binds one to bold actions that one might describe as suicidal. The vows taken, the oaths spoken, they etched a path deep in fate's path of dangers to face. Sir Arlo Talworth, Knight of the Order of the Enshrined Blade, had made his requests of the Knights of Anathaeum and found them...

“ He should’ve been back by now. “ Syr Leinas had broken the silence, standing at the edge of the darkening copse with his shoulder against the oaken giant that overlooked the broad dirt road. They’d settled at a bend where visibility to both directions was no more than fifty paces, the way...

Building the thing was a part of the training all it's own. Having spent some time building palisades and defences for old mercenary companies when need demanded, it was an easy matter conceptually. And what's more, he had done this before, before the soldiering days, when he had worked on a...

Alaric groaned as he hoisted himself onto his weary steed. They were all a bit worse for wear, and Alaric had the mud to prove it. He looked to his new road companion, his lips quirking into a smirk before returning to their tired position. The night was fully upon them and he rolled his...

Rider and dragon, bound by a shared sense of purpose and a thirst for liberation, were out flying during their nightly ritual that had become their sanctuary. In the silent depths of the forest surrounding the Monastery, they took flight, their wings slicing through the velvety darkness. Here...

Mission: Flame Keeper Priority: Medium Rank: Squire Operatives: Tandems of sworn and accompanying squires. Objectives: Investigate the ancient ruins believed to be a Temple of Flame. Briefing: Sources claim there is a bygone ruin far and to the north of the Spine. At the edge of the...

Five Years Ago Parchment piled ever higher as the sun reached its apex and there was no end in sight. The old knight allowed himself a stretch and a sigh. He was beginning to think that taking on the mantle of Interim Captain of Dawn was a mistake. Granted, it hadn't exactly been his choice in...

Four months had passed since Dal had been given the opportunity to prove himself as a Squire. Four months with a regular routine of physical exercise which bordered on the masochistic. Masochism which was enabled to further heights by proximity to those who could heal and bolster his body's...

Nimues trip to Astenvale took shorter then expected, then she was used to longer treks like when she moved to Routé. She had been sent on a emissary mission to make an alliance with the Knights Of Anatheum whos base was the Astenvale Monastery. The previous night she had arrived but...

Forest by Andead Along the Northwestern edge of the wilds, On the border of the Damasque holds, Mid Spring, "You'll see, stags as big as trees, little Dante," Dante scoffed. "Come on Ein, a little too old for those old bed time stories, wouldn't you say?" they pad through the woods, their...

"At last! the Glass Loch and Glass Flame, together for the first time in centuries!" Said a man standing in the middle of the road. He was human, youthful, with sharp eyebrows and greasy black hair. Upon his nose sat a pair of round spectacles. One lens flashed yellow as it reflected the...

With squeaky wheel and collapsing bright yellow cart did the tall moustachioed half elf with strangely vibrant green eyes and all awkward angles in his gait did pass the gate to those of the Anathaeum. It was if he was a puppet with tangled marionette strings, all elbows and collapsing head as...

But the darkness was there to greet him. When those eyes did come open. But in flickers and flutters. Thin lines of sight, for the crust of a strange bile formed around the eyes of that most precious being they brought to this dark and dank place. Hidden from the sun. Wet. With a stench of iron...

Parshen looked contentedly at the perfectly arranged contents of the safety deposit box, arranged scribings of various scholars who trusted their work in progress, and their more valuable books, into his dutiful care. Scrolls of insight and inspiration stood tall at the left, sheathed in glass...

Twirling some strands of messy dark hair between her fingers, Mara stared intently out of the pane of glass separating her from the courtyard below. Other squires and knights were going practicing outside, but she wasn't watching them. In fact, she didn't notice them at all. Humming a tune she...

"Knights - Rumors of a circus traveling through the Marches has reached us. Amongst the performers is a fortune teller who claims to be able to know the future. As you know, true born seers are exceptionally rare. Most who ply this trade are simply clever mind-readers. Normally, something...

Snarling and ensnared, enraptured by pain and deferent to the silence required to survive, Adjantis' face contorted from the torture of being caught by man made trap designed for beast. The fangs of the device ground it's teeth into his leg which promoted Adjantis' own maw to reveal the bone...

A few months ago... The Deepwood was not the most hospitable place to find oneself in. Located deep within the Valen expanse, the so-called "Deepwood" was a dark and foreboding place. It was a place where one could go to disappear, to hide from the outside world. In search of peace, perhaps...