Private Tales The Place That Hurts The Most

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Alistair did not really have a great answer for the last bit. His sister got up to a lot of things that she wasn't supposed to be involved in. She had ultimately chosen not to join the Academy when Alistair had given her a choice.

"They can't win every time, but the regular army is fighting wars on multiple fronts. They are not incompetent like many Dreadlords would wish to believe."

Al hesitated to speak on the next part because ultimately Everleigh was right. In an ideal world, all of these orphans would have loving foster families to go to or someone to love them without being trained to be of service to the Republic, but...they did not live in an ideal world.

Even if the children were not raised as Dreadlords, they would eventually have to perform their mandatory military service in the guard and they were more likely to die there than as a Dreadlord.

The Academy was rough, and the history of Vel Anir was bloody, but Evie could not deny that the Academy did create found family. Alistair would happily put his life on the line for most of his classmates even if he hated most of his former proctors.

"The world isn't some fantastical place that you want it to be, Evie. If the children could be children then I would let them, but the world we have been born into will not allow that. The least we can do is feed them, clothe them, give them shelter, and prepare them for the world. True, in better ways than we were raised, but the Academy does nurture these children."

And finally, Alistair wanted to ask a question he really wanted to know.

"How is it the Academy's fault his parents are dead?"


Everleigh Ebersol