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|| Vel Anir || Go home, Sibylla. That's an order. The words kept ringing through Sibylla's mind for the past week. Ever since Commander Raj informed her that she was being reassigned from the Army of the West to the Homeguard. Of all the places to be cast-off like some noble's bastard...

Anirian Territory - Cortosi Border Talus sat on a stump inside of the small camp setup by the Anirian Guard. Half a dozen tents lay inside of a small wooden palisade hastily erected within the last day or so in order to create a somewhat defensible position. His sword was leaning on the stump...

[/CENTER] It had been four days now, four days since the Dreadlord had been impaled and left to rot in the field between the Fort and Army. Ein had overheard some of the superior officers talking about how the Death of the Dreadlord should not have been possible. They spoke of shields and...

Do you write a character related to Vel'Anir ? Would your character have valuable insights on how to rebuild a city that had a rebellious insurrection of cultists which have since been quelled? Is your character tied to a Great House and/or could represent a Great House on dictating the future...

Vel Stratholm found itself in need of new governance. That's why this council was summoned, made up of various nobles as well as representatives from all seven of the Great Houses of Vel Anir. Truthfully, Norris was taken aback when he received his invitation to make a case for himself as the...

Nathaira was troubled. She had been looking forwards to returning to Vel Anir, a feeling that she rarely felt. The place rarely contained anything more than darkness, pain, and a quick reassignment. She would enter the fortress beneath the surface through a secret doorway, walk its cold, damp...

Sloan Twenty years ago The regiment was not quiet as it marched beyond the edges of the forests. Braying horses, hundreds of falling hooves and the laughter of men and women. An elven scout would hear them from a mile away. That was the point. They were making a show so that the elves knew...

"I merely need your signature on the page. And then this will all be over. You will get to live out the rest of your life exiled to one of the frontier settlements to the north." Brackard leaning forwards in his chair, both hands crossed over his cane. His thin lips pulled into the faintest...

Eleven years ago, Four Years after Quartreville, Vel Anir Lazlo Harkon was a dead man. He hadn't eaten in twelve days, or drank water in seven. His eyes were sunken and haunted, and his hair was disheveled. Yet, when the jailer shuffled across the room and unlatched his door, he looked...

Tink! Tink! Wulfric wasn’t supposed to be here. Dreadlords were battlemages, not crafts-man. But even dreadlords had days off. For apprentices like him, it was sup-posed to be once a week until a mentor was assigned, then it was under thementor’s discretion. In reality it had...

Baron Idris skipped through the air, boots repelling him inches off the ground with magnetospheric energy so that he never quite touched the ground. He was clad head to toe in his enchanted armor, faceplate down. Scrolls protruded from pouches at his waist and sapphires as big as apples...

"What's the deal with the kid?" "Caused a commotion in the square. Little fuckin' animal she is. Near tore two men apart tryin'a save her old man from a kickin'. Near killed Aemon too when we intervened - he's in the infirmary." "Well fuck...She don' look much does she? How'd she manage it...

"You shouldn't be looking at such things, Drederick. Such things could get you some... unwanted attention." "Well, of course," he grinned, "but my spells will keep these texts hidden. No one will ever -" "I caught you, didn't I?" "I let you." The elder apprentice shook his head, "how do you...

Southern Aniria Territory Selene rode slowly upon a large black stallion at the head of a column of nearly thirty Dreadlords. Some wore thick plate armor, others simple robes of black, and still others a mix of the two. The sight would be an intimidating one, even for entire armies. Yet they...

Central residence of House Sirl of Vel Anir *** They were painting the ceiling above one of the halls in the northern wing of the residence, or, rather, re-painting it because the Lord Sirl had suddenly deemed it atrocious and in need of a complete transformation. Nobody dared to bring up the...

Yrai - The Savannah Elise sat in a ostentatiously large carriage slowly winding down one of the only roads leading to the Plains City of Yrai. Opposite her sat another of her fellow dignitaries, and there were several more carriages in the small convoy along with a dozen Dreadlords and over...

It was a warmer evening, the sun having set and the full moon providing adequate lighting on the manor. It was no coincidence, astronomers had been consulted to best insure the event took place on a day with a bright moon. Bradford Urahil was not a man who took chances, he was a man who made...

Alliria - Streets Near Anirian Embassy "There is an unpleasant smell in this city." Elise said as she peered out the window of her carriage, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she watched the unwashed masses pass her by. "Piss, rotten fish, and whatever the peasants eat here." The Baroness head...

South Aniria - Virak Winter Castle Elise sat quietly in a large reading chair in what had once been her Great Uncles study. There was a book in her lap, and a small cup of tea on the side table besides her. She glanced out the window, watching the quiet forest that lay just beyond the walls of...