knights of anathaeum

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT In the name of the crown princess of the Sky Elves, Gwynnestri Ravaneiros, a ball will be hosted. All Sky Elves are invited, along with the Knights of Anathaeum as an alliance is formed between Sky Elves and Knights. It will be a night of new experiences and new friends will...

It was a warm day at Astenvale Monastery. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and the squires, those most unruly creatures, were training. Syr Faramund, known simply as "the Mund" by many, oversaw the day's training. 'Watch your left!' He bellowed, channelling his inner sergeant to make his...

The Valen Wilds were in spring's first full bloom, and the outskirts of Astenvale were no exception. The gentle humming of insects mingled with the calling of birds and the rustling of small creatures passing through the underbrush, the sounds and song of a forest come alive echoing off the...

The last few weeks were hazy at best, but what was certain was that whatever that thing had done to them... it was over. For now. But after that, what came was not something they were all prepared for... Ánië had been traveling for weeks now, and she had been given little choice but to...

The the fated recipient: I know not who this missive may reach, but I pray for a compassionate soul. My home and haven of thirty years has come under siege by an errant clan of creatures from the north. They have taken most everything of value and destroyed that which they left behind - I...

Stride kept at a steady clip, Helena's fine white cloak trailed behind her, the red-gold shimmer of the damask patterns of wolves and stags and great trees traced by the rays of golden sun that poured through the thick canopy above them. "I've heard of you, Squire Huxley," Helena said with a...

Along the Eastern border of the Valen Wilds: Upon the lands of Ardolan March, governed by Duke Harmyhan. They gathered beneath the cover of the stone pavilion en mass. Cloaked and hooded. Most of them clean. Robes made from fabrics that were near pristine. One by one and two by two. They...

PUBLIC NOTICE ANATHAEUM'S 376TH FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS WILL BE HELD THIS SOLSTICE IN ASTENVALE MONASTERY. Welcome all to participate in the merriment as we greet the new year. Admittance is free, though those respectable lords and ladies may pay a charge to have their memory stones set in fine...

With crooked spire of arcane infused brick that had only been constructed two weeks ago by unwinding spell, a singular figure looked down from balcony at the shooting gallery that was the rocky terrain of the Spine. A number of scorched animal bodies were still smoking from vile green arcane...

Trespassers to the Wylds had often called this area 'treacherous', when in truth, it was more so wilful, conscious, and arbiter of the path that might be allowed. Encountering vegetation that teemed and outshot in response in myriad colours that might place the bird of paradise to shame, denying...

In the Autumn Season It had been three suns and two moons since the end of the Broofest. Astenvale proper still buzzed with those still stuck in town after all the festivities. Revelers, still hoping to enjoy what the distant retreat from more complicated places had to offer. Trouble for...

This was no parlour trick. This was art. This was a show to be remembered! This was quite the undertaking. Murk Altov had a job of gaining the Knight's trust in tampering with their defensive shield, for what he proposed could have been an act of sabotage in the making. But after some proof...

Beautiful morning, with wisps of mist drifting lazily across the mostly-empty monastery grounds. Golden light sifted through dappled cloud cover, as the sun began its long haul over the edges of the Spine range in the distance. A particularly large raven stood atop the stone wall of a ruined...

Smoke rose over the horizon. They'd ridden into Dawndale fifty horses strong that morning. All of those villagers were just beginning their day when the first blade fell. Their defenses were meager. No doubt the local Lord had little time to prepare a proper defense for what was to come. The...

“Everything I've worked towards is being undone. Everything. And now...this. This rejection.” Lord Renly ran his gloved fingers across the fold in the paper, sealing the letter with all the finality of the words that lay within. He placed it down upon the oak desk that was five times older than...

The Valen Wilds, Winter Syr Etivya stared wide eyed at what she saw hanging from the tree before them. Her jaw set into a grim line, as her hand ripped free her longsword from its sheath. "Squires, on guard!" she ordered and shut the visor of her helm, as her off hand grabbed tight her...

An enemy uncovered, a call to action. It seemed like so long ago that the Knights of Anathaeum had gathered, to speak of the Everwatcher, and all the threats they posed. And now? Now the hunt for their enemy was real. The dark trace of their foul magicks a deep line that wafted through the air...

Roebin Featherwind, Master of the Loch, was dead, and had been dead for maybe three hundred or so years, though he wasn't really the type to keep track. This suited him just fine most of the time, but admittedly there were some setbacks. He manifested a visible form in front of the library's...

A summons finds you, handed off by a squire, or left in a place all would know you frequent. A call for aid from the East. Lord Brimheart of Grenquarry, has unearthed some foul strangeness in the depths of his mines, an entire mining party has been lost. Risk level, high. Report to the Chamber...