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Livia's return to Vel Anir seemed to be a quiet affair. The months had taken a toll on her mentality, had made things more difficult to return to a life she had once lived. She was now Dreadlord Quinnick, and able to begin her life in the reserves. Some things were still too much to return to...

Cortos - Barcion The old decrepit townhouse seemed to creak as Cenric stepped up to the window. The ancient floorboards so rotted out and ancient that he half thought he was about to fall through. Not that he wasn't used to it. Half of his bodies were scattered in one shit hole or another...

Cortosi Boarder - Fort Etrich Arn had never seen so many people in once place. At least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Standing atop the hill above Fort Etrich really was a sight to see. Just two weeks ago the small alcove pressed against the Baara mountains had been an open plateau, filled with...

Dear Initiate Marcia Your session for additional training will be held in two days time, location pending at Proctor Urahil's discretion. You will be informed on the day where it is you are expected to be present for this training. Kind regards, Proctor Perrine Urahil Winter was...

Sparring, was there anything quite like it? Not only was it a valuable exercise to hone combat skills—the entire cause of their existence—but it was also one of the best methods of releasing pent-up frustration, perfect, given that Marcia was the spirit of frustration poured into a five-foot...

There was theft afoot. Well, that was Marcia's running theory after angrily searching for her compact mirror for four entire seconds with the patience of a Proctor five minutes before lunch. She could have sworn that she had placed it on the bench a few minutes ago before re-lacing her boots...

She was in a box. Not a metaphorical box that might have signified particular walls or barriers put in place that might have reflected poorly on her as a person, but an actual fucking metal box, locked with a padlock and located in one of the Academy's storage rooms alongside training dummies...

Skrr...krr...krrrr. The sound of the training dummy dragging behind Saderzaine had a strangely calming effect on him as he paced towards an open area in the forests just near the institute. In reality, though, he was far from feeling normal. As his journey continued along, Sader couldn't help...

Wilds Between Vel Luin & Vel Anir Alistair Krixus It was a wonder, how things quickly moved. Only a month ago he, Alistair, and Kaeden had all been standing on a platform surrounded by security. They had made their announcement, gone through their presentation, and then with the funding of...

???????? - Leaf(Autumn) Court Amaryllis His head swam, but he could breath. Every muscle in his body ached, all of it coming in waves that all seemed to flatten as he filled his lungs. The more he took in, the better he felt. An odd sort of serenity swimming over him as consciousness swept...

His name was Stenn, and he was every bit the man his reputation said he would be. Zael would know; he joined Stenn's rebellion before the first actual engagement. See, Stenn lived in the far eastern fringes of Anirian territory. And ever since the Revolution struck, apparently a bunch of those...

THE RAGGED BAND They were a concourse of wretchedness, those men riding in the back of the wagon. Strangers to each other, nonetheless it had been a peculiarity of fate that each of them had a common destination, if uncommon origin. The driver of the wagon, an elderly man with long gray hair...

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Kitra weaved through the crowd; silent and fluid like a breeze through cloud. She was running late, something that did not happen often but enough to make her anxious and impatient to make it to where she needed to be. Even worse, she had someone she was to meet. Kitra did not know much about...

She raised a chipped clay mug to her lips and took a long drink of the straw-colored piss in it. Shrouded in shadow, the denizens of the dive barely even noticed her at the table near the warped door to the dark streets. Excepting those that knew her by reputation. The Goblin's Head had a...

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Veiara - Cortos "Well this isn't looking good." The redhead said as he perched his chin upon one of the parapets upon the wall. To his left were a couple of guardsmen, to his left a few of his fellow Dreadlords and some Initiates. Most of them were stationed up here for watch, though a few had...

Malakath - Wilds "Fuck." Lothar said as he kicked the corpse of the odd mammalian beast laying before him. Head shaking as a hand dragged over his face. "Fuck fuck fuck." The Dreadlord repeated, letting his hand drop away before he glanced around the clearing that had been made in the last...

The Colony of Torrith: This thread, and those which follow it[Distant Lands] take place five years ahead of the 'standard' Anirian Timeline. That means that if any character in these threads 'returns' to Vel Anir, they will be somewhat out of 'sync' with the rest of the characters. This is...

King Randall's study was a sanctuary of warmth and tradition, a reflection of centuries of rich, Anirian history. A large, intricately carved mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with scrolls, maps, and an ornate inkstand and quill. Behind it, a high-backed...