the valen wilds

Snow muffled the small footsteps belonging to Alouette. In the crook of her elbow was an old wicker basket that Squire Ulrika had been kind enough to lend her for today, filled with nothing but a chunk of bread and a much smaller chunk a hard cheese. Alouette had to make sure that even when she...

After the First Snows... For many nights, the Seer had quietly reclused herself, contemplating the star she held in her hands, and the map it traced in the heavens. For with the eve of such a troubling revelation, and the proximity of the Syzygy, the ordinarily calm woman couldn't help but admit...

Nacht clambered down the tree he was hiding in, his dark aura toning down the light from the sun and making the rays simply irritating as opposed to unbearable. As he did, he wondered why he was there in the middle of the woods in the first place. As a person that had to be somewhat shrouded in...

Soft earth gave under the weight of foot, the air thick with the scent of still water and earthy decay. With bogs all about, the progress across the peatland was, slow going. Arduous. That they had to drag their shallow canoes across grass land made it all the more tiresome. All the more...

Altamar Village, South of the Wda's lowest branch Population: Small Within the Longhouse It was a long ride north upon horseback to the edge of the great swamp of Golgorotht and it was squires Hanely and Ihlan that took the horses back come the next morning. A local guide led them across the...

My friends, I hope you are faring well since our last meeting. My duties as a steward to Lady Augusta have, as always, brought me into yet another strange predicament. While I generally pride myself on my investigative ability, I have run into some problems that I must admit I need assistance...

Mortal kind once pursued the magic of the Vale until the very gods fled from their greed. Artifacts of valley and gale, wend and wood, drawn from the hearts of spirits and the hides of favored beasts. That was many hundreds of years ago. But even now, the Valen still has treasures to give. To...

The rain was beating down, making the dense forest around him hum rather loudly. Standing in the overgrown front yard of an abandoned house, watching the ever-deteriorating wooden frame, he had the look of a lamenting, if hopelessly lost artisan. Or whichever pastoral stranger, clad simply in...

The sky had bent closer to the ground, a great gradient of grey diffusing the midday light and dulling all colour. It was the first day without rain since a nigh week ago, if still overcast. Though the air still had a weight, hanging and clutching into skin like damp gauze, he had deemed today...

He hunted monsters once before he became one. Before the thirst took over, when the light in his heart was not obscured by hungering darkness, Askandr fought the nightmares that his people feared. As a knight, he would often partake in hunts, galloping through the outskirt villages surrounding...

Whoever had ordered a clear day — blast them. Propped against a freshly loaded wagon and squinting with some irritation at the sky, Oliver cursed their collective luck. He had been meaning to get on this errand last week already, when the nights had still been frigid and days cloudy, but sadly...

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...

Art by Larry MacDougall It was not uncommon for the Knights of Anathaeum to be called upon to investigate random happenings in the border marches and the petty baronies that surrounded the Valen Wilds. Oft, the conflicts came between lords and their subjects, or those who refused to adhere to...

Art: Forest from MTG by Jonas De Ro The woods around Astenvale were, for the most part, safe. Especially along the well trodden trails. Where many a member of the order trekked and trained. Roki among their number. Oft, a knight sworn, who pulled the short straw when it came to Monastery...

"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...

Mission: False Light Priority: Critical Rank: Pursuant Operatives: Dejan Damir, Elinyra Derwinthir Dejan Damir Elinyra Derwinthir

Monastery business. It was rare for Maggie to take on monastery business, and quite frankly, she liked keeping it that way. It wasn't that she disliked the order. Her... sworn brothers and sisters. Or even what they stood for. The wyld lands and the small folk. Life, and the death it took to...

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...

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...