knights of anathaeum

Blood marked the pure white wings of Montbank. Wings that trailed the floor of the healer's lodge as they drooped, dejected. He looked down at the tips of his wings as they became further marked. He tried to will his wings to have some dignity. But strength was a distant concept. Behind him was...

Rin shouldered the leather saddlebags as she left the dormitories, her dual blades strapped to her sides. She'd been summoned to go on a training exercise with Syr Galvanhad. She was eager for this lesson as she knew the Knight was a Pursuant of Life and she wished to have more practice in...

Sparks flew as the fundamentals of the craft and application of the domain of Flame were proven to the world. That all was tinder, all could be consumed, all could glow, all could be ignited and give way to that glorious light and heat that Ravelyn knew as her true place of comfort. Places...

Elven Dragonrider