vel anir

Cortosi Outlands - East of the Castere River Arn lay frozen on the floor. His breathing nearly stopped, his eyes open but unblinking. He played dead, as best as he could. Frozen and completely stopped as he watched the agents of the Solar Choire slowly step among the corpses of his fellow...

On The Road To Arnim "Arn, eyes forward." The Lieutenant called out from the back of his horse, glancing only briefly at one of the newest members of the 44th Guard Regiment. "You're driving the cart, not watching the prisoner." "Yes, Sir, sorry sir." Arn answered quickly, turning his...

Outer Aniria - Near the Castere River, On the Border With Cortos "There's good land up here." Arn noted as they walked through what seemed like the fourth field of wheat that day. Some of the others would probably think that it was the same one, but he knew better. The small delineations...

Three days ago, a message had arrived in Vel Anir. The note had been born by a messenger like many others, though something had been broken about him. His goal had been singular, his eyes dulled, and his speech a simple and singular repetitive phrase. One uttered again and again as he made his...

Bastard, thought Bannon as he donned a smile and moved across the pub to seat himself in the only available chair, across from his little sister Livia. She had grown considerably in the time she went to train with the Dreadlord Academy, which he had seen at the family dinner not too long ago...

There had been dinner parties, wine tasting, food pairing, and greeting etiquette. The discussion of formal attire, proper etiquette of calling a visit to a home. Etiquette of drinking tea, and how to organise any function found in Vel Anir. Many listened, and a lot more participated...

Vel Anir - The Golden Rose "I am truly sorry that you had to be caught up in this, Lady Virak. Your father would be disappointed in my negligence." The man who spoke wore the black coat of a Dreadlord, the two pins on the sides of his lapels marking him as the rank of a First Level. His gaze...

Vel Angbar Briarthorn Hall Dreadlord Ygris Magantir sat surrounded by a massive collection of books and tomes in the library of Briarthorn Hall. To her left, books on rare magic principals, practices, artefacts, and the histories therein. To her right, books on Vel Anirs vast territories, with...

Roughly One Hundred Outside of Vel Anir The Mercenary troop had been told that this passage was dangerous, and that word had reached back to the other merchant camps and houses that one of the roads to Vel Anir- somewhere between, was beset by wickedness. Only one had returned in the past...

"GET OVER HERE!" Proctor Ezekiel would yell, seething at some students taking a bit too long on their mile long run to the training grounds. One such person near the back was Kaye, not so much because she couldn't keep up, but because she found the grumpy man's rage to be, frankly, hilarious. He...

There were some similarities between being a Dreadlord Initiate and a recruit to the Guard. For example, escorting important figures on their day to day. He did it once, for a foreign dignitary traveling from Vel Hetren to Vel Numera and his father thought it would be a chance to expose Rhidian...

Dreadlord Academy Grounds Black Forest Old Watchtower Ruins She'd chosen the later afternoon to make her way to the tower. With her latest piece of the lake finished and gone, time had come to stake her claim on a new landscape and object of attention for the next few foreseeable months. Likely...

Days were a blur, lost in a haze of routine and travel. They had a schedule to follow, the medics and the few gifted Healers visiting various groups of Dreadlords and Guard alike. Her return to the city left a wonderfully exhausted Perrine, who longed for a bath and a good rest. She had not made...

"Hold still." Perrine ordered through her teeth and patience quickly withdrew from her. All she needed was one night to herself. That was all she could afford herself, this night where she had nothing seeking her immediate attention. No Initiates to teach outside of lessons, no etiquette...

"Artesto! Vaughn! Off your arses and get the gear secured into the wagon!" Rhidian suppressed the groan he wished to let out, but he was brought up a soldier. As soon as he got to the Academy, heard Silas' name, he stuck to him like glue. They had shared memories of the Guard growing up, their...

Tonight the academy grounds felt more quiet than they had in years. Something about the atmosphere had shifted and changed since the night the Proctors discovered a young Initiate, Willenia Helms, dead in the courtyard surrounded by hundreds of lit candles. No sign of attack. No evidence of foul...

"Do you know how to read a compass?" Livia narrowed her eyes and not bother hiding her look of disappointment. Finally, she was tasked with a mission that would have her be lead for the first half; deemed worthy enough to track down a suspected spy within Vel Anir. The only problem was that...

There was a reason Livia made the request that her family did not make efforts to visit her, not until she had some control on her corrupting magic. That guilt she still bore, the one responsible for the death of her father. Still, it did not lessen the love from her brothers. Even her mother...

TW: Imagery, Gore, Death, Abuse It's quiet in the forest. Baron stands in front of Seraphim with an angry expression, but there is no yelling, only a simple request: "Turn around, child. You'll soon see there's a lot more to fear from me than some harsh words." Seraphim quivers, no longer...

Tell Arran - The Imperial-Anirian border. It was nearly twilight. The Sun, though well past its prime, still shone brightly over the horizon, glimmering in-between the clouds and intermittently casting its rays upon the city below. Tucked away in one of the many narrow mountain valleys that...