forsaken

Violence had a way of finding Nathaira. “Scaleborn,” they had called her, after beating her mother to death. As they carted her to the deepest catacombs beneath Vel Anir. While they trained her by whip and hook to become even less than half human. It had found her in Samskaya on her dream...

"Your Occlumency trials have progressed well." Though the dungeons of the Academy had grown a bit emptier and quieter since the Revolution, there were a few chambers still in regular use even now. One such room most all of the students had grown intimately familiar with over their years here...

(Art Credit) VEL NUMERA Among House Pirian's finest and most productive holdings was that of Vel Numera. Vast and fertile fields surrounded the town, roads and hedgerows and cultivated lines of trees separating them, farmhouses dotting the land and pinning down each farming family's little...

It wasn't much but it was theirs. For beings who had known nothing more than the darkness and evil that lurked beneath Vel Anir, a horror reserved for its peoples dirty secrets, the tiny thatched cottage the oddball family had found themselves was... paradise. Sure the roof leaked and Kasimir...

"It's there! There! See it?" "I see it!" "Loose! Loose arrows! A volley of arrows streaked under Lessat and Pneria, and the creature spotted at the outskirts of Vel Numera was felled. * * * * * Kristen Pirian, as was quite usual for her, was stressed. Not because she'd been told about this...

“You sold me bad carrots!” A shrill woman’s voice echoed around the square, causing many people to pause and listen. It was quite a claim to make, especially to a well established vendor. Her daughter was beside her, head down low as if she felt all eyes on her, when really they were on her...

Emryc - - - It was cold down here, in the undercity. It was a network of old tunnels, man-made caves, and even forests that had been covered by centuries of devlopment. The air was stale, damp, and dark save for the glow stones along the mossy walls. Eloise was surprised that she had been...

Rumer Nathaira Kasimir Vel Tenebria was isolated, forgotten, and it lay underneath the streets of Vel Anir. While much of it was unexplored or forbidden this particular section was cordoned off. Reserved for a specific group of half-breed freaks that the Anirians had crafted into expert...

“Wake up, we here.” A rough three bangs on her door and Nathaira’s amber eyes snapped open. It was dark in her room, the only light coming from the tiny porthole in the wall that let a meager beam on sunlight in. She pulled back the thin, rough blanket a set a flurry of dust into air, swinging...

He knew what he had to do. Trajan Meng, embattled and beleaguered, had made his way back to Vel Anir. This after an ordeal that nearly claimed his life in Alliria. This after he had seen everything he worked for, everything he believed in, come crashing down around him in an instant. His hope...

"Are you ready?" Nathaira turned to the girl beside her. Only her eyes were lit up from the narrow slit in the wall before them where the boards had warped apart. Within were five men seated at a table. Smoke wafted from long pipes and filled the air, and a pleasant lilting language came from...

It might have been the strangest job Nathaira had ever been assigned. The Forsaken were versatile tools. Usually they were swords, killing and destroying, but from time to time they were keys, opening paths and stealing important items. She was a key today, but what was truly unusual was the...

Kala crouched in what had to be the smallest alcove in all of Vel Anir. She was cloaked within a shadow her fingers tightly holding what appeared to be a simple white card. She had been here for what seemed like most of the night, though for all she knew it had only really been an hour. Waiting...

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...

Vel Anir - House Melli Palace Kasimir There was a rule about Vel Anir, well, not so much a rule but a general policy that most people voluntarily chose to follow. No one touched the Great Houses. As a thief the most important thing in the world was your backside. No matter what, you wanted...

Spring brought rain, and with rain, life. Roots drank deep from the cool waters and leaves soaked in the warm mists. While small creatures took shelter, the larger beasts plodded on, unperturbed by the rivulets that coursed across their fur, and striding steadily through the once-dry creekbeds...

Ania Aila stood quietly outside the Manor of Boris Theran, a minor Noble of the House of Theran. Besides her was a Dreadlord, someone she had no memory of meeting but had haunted her mind before. She did not know this of course, and the half-elf chalked up the sense of unease she felt about...

The Grand Bazaar of Ragash was a sight to behold. Beneath the relentless sun lay a sprawling city within a city of multicolored tents, delicious aromas, and people from around the world. It was loud and in constant motion, and the wares on display ranged from simple fruits and sweets to exotic...

It was mid-morning when the pair made it to Vel Termos. It was a quiet coastal town, barely more than a hundred people, and it was built almost entirely of blinding white marble. The air was thick with salt and ocean spray and the sky was dotted with gulls, terns, and the occasional pelican...

North of the Falwood Aila quietly trudged along her compatriots on the dirt road. To their right lay the Falwood, to their left was the ever expansive grasslands of the Savannah. She made almost no noise as they walked along, and oddly enough her hood lay down across her shoulders. Every now...