valenntenia

Summer always felt different when in Valenntenia. Her home was away from the coast, but the Carvyre residence in Old Town gave them perfect view of the water, of the port and ships coming and going. Today, the crystalline water looked inviting, and the cooling sea breeze begged for her to dip...

It was a risk Kaira was willing to take. The idea of many Guardians gathering in one area was a risk they only took when it came to Homecoming every three years, but with so many being nearby or present in Valenntenia this time, she had thought it best to suggest to the Absalon that they take...

The Tower that stood so imposingly tall over the burgeoning city of Valenntenia was more than a mere landmark; It was the beating heart of the city itself, where all of the work that kept their livelihood intact was conducted, where all decisions that would shape their future would be made. It...

The Ruins of Alidonia The Eaglehead Peninsula "Alidonia has fallen." A large crowd had gathered in the main hall of Valenntenia's Tower. Guardians, Vanguard, and civilians alike had hoarded into the sacred building at the tragic news of what had happened to their neighboring city, a...

Spring had brought Valenntenia spectacular sunrises once more, now breaking earlier in the day that she did not have to wait long to see it light the skies in the softest palette. Kaira had spent two evenings in her room reserved for the Guardian of Faith at the Tower, as the last touches to her...

Many remembered Valenntenia to be peaceful, kind, and gracious, but to their own Descended families, favour could be swayed easily. Odhran Carvyre had been one of the most influential Generals of the Vanguard, but his distaste for being slighted for the role of Absalon had cut him deeply. He...

"Whilst we have always prided ourselves in our history, Valenntenia would not exist without the passion and love that flows through its streets every day. We Descendants were few at first; It was those who came from the world outside of our fair town, who took us into their arms and birthed the...

"Whilst we have always prided ourselves in our history, Valenntenia would not exist without the passion and love that flows through its streets every day. We Descendants were few at first; It was those who came from the world outside of our fair town, who took us into their arms and birthed the...

"I'm not interested." Captain Willowood only gave the old man those three words, nothing more. Not even a passing glance was offered to the figure standing in the doorway of his cluttered and claustrophobic office, tucked into the corner of the Vanguard Headquarters at his request. The Captain...

Kaira loitered by the front entrance of the Carvyre Estate, staring as the guests that filled the room she had been in the past couple of hours now made their way back to the main city limits of Valenntenia. From the door, she could see the walls surrounding the ancient city, but in addition to...

Lale had waited a week before making her rounds through old haunts of Valenntenia. Her words of support for the Vanguard have been met with quite the positive response, and had made itself known throughout the ancient city after a couple of days. Her return had been met with disdain and murmurs...

Mikko had not known the severity of the questionable safety of the trade routes south of Valenntenia. The rumours were quite hushed before Lale Carvyre's return, who had seemed to find allies within the Vanguard in the wake of her father's misdeeds. Mik avoided Carvyre at all costs when she made...

Brom was ill. Brom was never ill... At least, that was the belief Mikko had of the seasoned Vanguard soldier. He had seemed as if all was well only a few days prior when he had joined a few Vanguard members in a round of sparring. All confidence in his skill had been proven it was not enough...

Life had to move on after the months since Homecoming, and for Kaira, she was glad she was once more just a dweller in the Old Town. It was time for morning prayers, to listen to the High Priest speak of the old tales of the Ancients as noted in the Blessed Pages. Ever since Kaira had used her...

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What was ordinarily a happy time in the city of Valenntenia, in which those loyal few who protected and served the remnants left behind by the Gods themselves to ensure the safety and peace of the Children of The Rune, had turned into one of the biggest headaches the againg Absalon Solomon Regis...

"I'm not a soldier." Captain Malark gave a heavy sigh and looked up from his desk. Mordred stood before him with his arms folded and a scowl on his face that would have sent even a few of his bravest Vanguard scuttling away due to the silly rumours that surrounded the stone. Malark preferred to...

Child, the gift you've discovered... I do not want to ask this of you, but I must. For the sake of everyone, I must ask you to go. Solomon's words played over and over in her mind like a broken music box. She knew the others in their group wondered why the Guardian of the Dreamstone was amongst...

Mordred wiped his brow and leant against his axe to catch his breath. Before him lay two piles; logs brought in fresh from the mountain forests in one and in the other neatly split firewood ready for the towers hearths – Mor’s handiwork. There was a simple pleasure to splitting logs. It had...

One of them was gone. Murdered, if the messenger was to be believed. Certainly not the Homecoming any of them had expected. Lyta's fingers slipped on the rocky outcrop and she uttered a quiet curse as tiny bits of stone tumbled to the ground below her. Her chest hammered in her heart but she...