the knights of anathaeum

To whomever stumbles upon this writing, I hope it serves as a warning to not repeat my folly. My love and ambition for knowledge has led me to many a foul tomb and many a forgotten city, necropolises buried beneath stone and dirt. The earth of Arethil is home to knowledge the likes of which...

The sounds were sickening, unearthly.. Sounds she’d only heard in her nightmares. Not even the years spent in the dungeons compared to the sounds deafening Alliria. Screams of pain, yells of taunts, battle cries, the gurgling of men, women and things dying, cries for help. It was all too much...

OOC/ Unlike the title, open to up to 2 others. "Please, don't!" Lorinna called out. She had her longsword held in two hands, blade pointing in a straight line towards the bandits. They had pushed a pushed a tree across the road, forcing the carriage to stop. Now they formed a semicircle on...

INTRODUCTION Ignorance is not armour. Disdain to the truth of the world and those that populate it is not a weapon. If you appreciate this truth, proceed on with my blessing. To know of something foul is not to invite corruption into one's heart, it is does not tarnish; it is an act of...

A chill wind blows through the Vale, the sky is overcast and a crisp rain pours down upon the land. Still, it is pleasant enough as you approach the Wyvern's Nest. Inside, you are greeted by fire-warmed air, the scents of fresh bread and aromatic teas full in the nose. At a table by the fire...

Near a sunlit window, with green viney plants sprawling about, and springing off the sill, sits the Captain of Dawn herself, Helena. She smiles warmly at you, and bids you welcome with a nod. “Good day, Noa” she says, almost over-polite. “Come, sit, have some tea with me,” she hands you a...

[art cred is by Philipp Urlich] Noa knew it was evening from the serenade of crickets that surrounded her and to speak now would only emit an echoing tune of dissonance within the peaceful chorus of the wood near Astenvale Monastery . Ne nudged Noa’s shoulder, a single snort telling the blind...

Midnight in the library of the knights of Anathaeum's monastery; candles were burning softly and pages turned with ever increasing tenacity as passages were scanned, paragraphs re-read and chapters critiqued, all enacted with the accompaniment of the rare hum of approval and the frequent murmurs...

Some time ago... "...Why are you crying?" "You're stronger than I am. All of us, Syr Raye," the young Squire said, his face flushed red with frustration. "I understand the technique. You've drilled it into us since the wee hours of the morning. How are all of us supposed to overcome you?"...

"Oh, you're talking about the swamps of endless torment?" The barkeep told him in a voice that was too matter of fact for the words he just uttered. Methuselah nodded his head in concern and possible disbelief as he repeated, "The swamps of endless torment?" "Yeah, the swamps of endless...

Life was easiest in binary. Good and evil. Light and dark. Life and death. Methuselah stood at the summit of a tall hill and observed the hamlet that lay tucked into the base of a deep valley. There were undoubtedly larger cities and larger problems out there, but today this was his problem...

The day had been hot as hell. It was only when storm clouds chased the burning sun back behind the mighty hills did it's rays become more gentle. A breeze came in the gentle night that was welcome for now. A breeze was always welcomed by a noble warrior until there was blood on the wind. Then...

Keep walking. Keep moving. Don't lie down. Don't. Don't give in. Don't fall to the floor. Nothing but death on the floor. Think. Can't think. Luxury that. Breathe Dal. Breathe. Shuddering pain. Gritted teeth, tusks set to grinding. Bloody shoulderplates shuddered and sagged, then drew back...

The forest outside Snowmelt... Luna guided her horse to a stop at the side of the path and swept her gaze through the nearby forest but caught neither hide nor hair of their quarry. If it indeed existed in the manner the rumors stated. She had to admit, she very much doubted their accuracy...

((Open to members of any faction who own a carriage in need of cleaning. If interested in joining, pls dm me on discord (Warden). When its time for customersto join, they will be tagged)) The Knights of Anathaeum had fallen on hard times. Border Lords had begun to withdraw support, squires were...

Soft rays of light from the sun danced with the breaks of tree limbs, giving way to patches of warmth that Ashling found herself entranced with. Those teal hues disappeared as she closed her eyes, welcoming the warmth upon her face. It had been months.. Or perhaps weeks, since her escape. There...

"It appears we've finally found our quarry," stated Dejan as the horizon eventually gave way to the valley below. His words were laced with mild disgust and he continued to look on. Mostly due to the nature of their enemy but also the blatant disregard for security. It had apparently not...

Three Years Ago It had been several days since they had left the safety of the Monastery and traveled north and east toward the Spine. Their packs had been well supplied, and hunting and foraging kept them in good stock. The dry goods, the jerky and flat breads, fruit leather and roasted nuts...

Bollocks. Of all the days and all the potential trainers, Galvanhad needed a respite from his duties.. an oddity to many,, but not Tiberius. It was a dark day for his friend, one with a long memory. So for Dorn, there was no surprise when word reached him on the road that Galvanhad had taken...

The Vale. An expanse of peerless beauty that unfortunately invited the worst the land had to offer. Namely, Baron Alon Pinkrose. Now, Meepo had managed to beat out Syr Dorn for the mission, one that left the even older veteran a tad miffed. It was probably best though, as he would have likely...