the knights of anathaeum

Steeled as our hearts may be, to falter and fail is to be mortal. One of our own, Syr Kincaid Demeix, has turned traitor, betraying the very oath meant to guard us against the evils of this world. They have slain Syr Linda Merrycourt. We are not sure why, as of yet, but Captain Selene believes...

This faction has been retired. Thanks everyone for the fond memories!

Everyone knew Wilhelm was, a little obsessive, to put it kindly. Especially when it came to his studies of the pursuits. And even more so when it came to the Pursuit of Death. Which, well, which was a problem. Squires are not supposed to mess with the pursuit of death. Not unless they are...

The wishing well was one of those old-fashioned stone-and-spit type structures, built long before brick and mortar. Rumor had it that the smooth stones its base was made from came straight out of the Vale, the real Vale, the place in between where spirits and gods still roamed away from human...

Some Five Years Ago... Tall and with a straight back, Helena reminded herself. One hand on the scabbard, with eyes upon the horizon. She remembered Master Hiling's advice, and while the Dawn's Master of Life was a half-dwarf who stood some four feet and a half, Helena could never deny how...

Rootgrot Burrow, beneath the Astenvale Monastery. Thick tendrils of root and branch coiled upwards in an organic and intricate weave, forming ceiling, walls, and support columns all in one go. The further one got towards the outer edge of the Burrow, the more open and forest-y things felt...

It had been a day since they had left behind their horses - the terrain too treacherous to risk their mounts- two days since they had left the safety and comforts of the monastery, and the climb up the rocky and barren trail was harsh, though Helena did not seem at all harried by it. Born upon...

In the hollow places between the forest and the Spine lies a sprawling steppe where many tribes roam but none call home. The wind whistled low through the bones of boulders. Rustling grass and dead, creaking trees added their rhythms to the accompaniment. Twin vultures circled far above and...

Roughly a weeks ride north of the Monastery was the river town of Lanoline, where trade barges frequently stopped on their ventures up and down the great Wda. It was a bustling place, near as close to a city as one could get this far east of the Reach and West of the Spine. Of course, there were...

Pursuant Eironmar was an exemplary Knight of the Order. Strong in character as he was in stature and somewhat demure despite his noble lineage and earned reputation. To think, that Captain Helena would assign Hector as the Dusk Pursuant's second. It was an honor. Even if it meant taking on a...

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Art by Loanne Rosset It was a quieter day at the knoll, and Hector was glad that Roki was in charge of the meal prep today. "What's for lunch?" The young squire asked his orc counterpart. Marta Nael Roki, normally bright eyed and energetic, seemed tired, and like he would rather be...

A letter arrives at the doors of the Knights Anathaeum, sealed with bronze wax with the symbol of a blade. Within the following is written in flowing hand: To The Knights Anathaeum, Defenders of the Vale and the Ways of the Fae, Holders of Traditions Ancient, Nature Born, and Magnanimous...

Night cast its dark veil across the sky, and the stars did shine bright as the two riders set forth upon the road. Edelbert, the senior of the two, wore a pinched look upon his face, and his armor gleamed cool beneath the moon. "I don't know why they had to stick me with you, squire." Hector...

Two by two the Knights of Anathaeum ever marched, even in the monotony of everyday chores. This was their oldest rule, tried and true, but it didn't stop Innis from kicking her feet that bright and gentle morning in less than quiet protest. She had been hoping for an orderly day of study. An...

Rin stood on the packed earth that was the training field her dual swords in hand as she practiced her form against a wooden dummy that was situated along the edge. The Astenvale Monastery had been her home now for 20 years, found as a babe left in the woods by one of the Knights Pursuant. That...

It had been a long time since he'd been at this spot. There were times when he thought back to being a youth, of how unfair he'd thought the world was and the little moments that made it possible to believe in a brighter future. Karnie, the smallest crow that he fed perched not far from him on...