wartime

For her, given her age, it was quite something to say that she was spending time in a place called the Black Talon, in Sharyrdaes. But then again, there was a time when the events of the last one hundred and thirty years would have fit that description as well. Sharyrdaes was quite a bit...

Whispers in the camps. Stories. Proclamations of those who, by their own admission, should never had made it back alive. But she saved them. They could not say who. Her face was covered by the mask of a dark helm, and a shadow cast by her hood. But her sword glimmered as one of the...

Victory for Sharyrdaes at Salquenor Minassë meant only one thing: war. Following the dark army's failure to take the bridges to the vast meadows of Sharyrdaes, they'd retreated into the depths of the forest and on into Aeraesar. The Order and their allies had secured the Fortress of Qárele, and...

It had been weeks since the battle of Salquenor Minassë, where the Order's allied forces had narrowly arrived in time to secure the bridges there and turn Arkhivom's army away. Though this had been a great victory, it marked the reignition of a war long since gone cold. But this time, unlike in...