1. Lucero

    Private The Lonely Heart is a Hunter

    "Let's go to Cornishcrest's Wine Festival," Syr Silas had prompted her earlier that month. He visited her every day he wasn't away to fulfil his Knightly duties. "We can visit the perfumer." Lucero pushed her bowl of half eaten corn mush away from her, the little bit of hunger she had shriveling...
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  2. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    [Content Warning - Intense violence and gore, mention/description of taboo sexual content.] Far away in North Illica, a small village made up of pygmy goblins was often never visited. They were a hostile sort, preferring to keep to themselves, quick to stab any newcomer that dared come onto...
  3. Sabinian

    Private Above the Sea, Beneath the Sky

    Astersaar Archipelago, Lasaretinkari 20th of Jarum, Night Books lay open revealing diagrams of the human body, hand-drawn skulls and torsos neatly sliced open to reveal the placement of blood vessels and veins over sharp bones. Bundles of herbs were tied to a rack to dry, other bunches of the...
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    • astersaar archipelago koa lasaretinkari
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  4. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    A week's ride west of Astenvale and the Order's Monastery, Knights of Anatheaum rode. Across fields and hills claimed by petty barons and marcher lords, they rode. Crossed the banners of Rodhan, and Hvithelm, whose threads still snapped their warning high on towers, across bridges, and before...
  5. Sabinian

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Priscilla always woke him up before the sun rose. She had learned that meowing at him would do very little unless she only wanted him to turn over this way and that or maybe cover his ears with a pillow. If she wanted to wake him then she would paw gently at his face, mostly at his cheeks but...
  6. Illia

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Art by Lucasestellar @ DA! She had been taken for a fool. But even the meek had teeth. In the dead of night came a frightened wail as the bloodied Unicorn tumbled to the earth amongst the silent trees, for they had grown sparse indeed in the shadow of the jutting fortress before her. Lia had...
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  7. Petra Darthinian

    Dare Dust and Thunder

    The air was thick with the smell of baked sand and sweat. Sunlight streaked through the large pines that stood guard around the monastery’s training yard in long, golden bars. Dust motes danced like slow-burning embers in the stillness, broken only by the whisper and thud of Petra’s bare feet...
  8. Helena

    Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA

    Beneath the grounds of Astenvale Monestary, below the Great Halls, a map is unfurled across great table. A work of extraordinary cartography. Made with a living ink, that, if coaxed by magicked hand, could retrace and reform as the boundaries and borders of the territories shifted. It marked the...
  9. Amelia Hawthorne

    Private Amidst Tomes and Squires

    The scent of old vellum and pressed ink lived in the air like incense, deepened by the faint trace of shroud magic that lingered between the pages of ancient tomes. The monastery’s library curved around them like a great cathedral, its arched walls forming a near circle, rising in graceful lines...
  10. Petra Darthinian

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    It had started with a joke. Something about scales and sequins. A throwaway comment over cider and blunted training swords, shouted between taunting laughs. And now? Now Petra had a clipboard in hand, a whistle hanging from her neck, and the full weight of a monastery-wide festival riding on...
  11. Vaaga

    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    The warm sun shone great rays of light down into the people of Astenvale. Everywhere one turned the promise of life was seen. Flowers in bloom nourished the world, the wind blew warm atop the trees and people wore smiles of simple contentment. Vaaga hated it. He hated the sun that burned his...
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  12. Josai

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    On a different day, at a different time (song: Srutabaruta by Naoshi Mizuta) People wouldn't think it, but the Knoll had its own brew. Honey mead, and some of the squires even helped in the process, gathering the honey from the apiaries they kept around the gardens. It had become a bit of a...
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    • astenvale monastery koa slice of life the vayden
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  13. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    "See, when you turn the crank," sound spilled from the wooden box like steam from a kettle. Wavered and droned near to whistle, but stayed in its honeyed hum. "The wheel makes the strings sing," puffy eyed and Lirynk said beneath his mop of silvered grey. "And your fingers," with his knobby...
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  14. Hector

    Hector Rookheart

    A young soul, raised by the order. Stout of body and heart, he is an apprentice smith, as well as a Sworn Knight. While he can be a bit timid at times, he is steadfast and dependable.
  15. Nyra

    Open A New Fox Den

    Between the North and East of Crown's Hold, a small fox trotted towards a strong hold looming high above her. A flash of light and the not-worth-a-second-glance canidae was replaced by a women in ruffled colourful skirts with caramel skin and long, chocolate coloured curls. The easiest form for...
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    • knights of anathaeum koa
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  16. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    With the passing of the magical astronomical anomaly, came the returning light of the moons. The eight eyes of the night restored to their watchful guardianship of the night. Yet not all had returned to its original form. Magic had been plucked at and tampered. Reformed and rebirthed. Some even...
  17. Petra Darthinian

    Private It Ain't Much, But It's Honest Work

    Petra knelt beside Norvyk just outside the ring of the Monastery's empty training grounds; the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the sandy courtyard and baking the back of her neck while she worked. Her storm dragon’s emerald scales shimmered in the light, flashing like jewels where she...
  18. Hawkflesh

    Private The Hawk and the Dragon

    There was no avoiding reality. Hawkflesh, elf swordsman and reaver. Slayer of men and beasts, was utterly lost. He stopped under a brief shaft of dull grey light in the forest and looked up letting the soft and frustratingly sporadic rain beat an uneven rhythm on his face. I had been a full...
  19. Amelia Hawthorne

    Amelia Hawthorne

    Amelia Hawthorne, a young human woman from the noble Hawthorne family, defied societal expectations by choosing to leave her comfortable life behind and join the Knights of Anathaeum. Rather than being sent to a covenant like many noble daughters, Amelia's passion for justice and her desire to...
  20. Farren Lóthlindor

    Farren Lóthlindor

    Pronounced FAIR-en loth-LIN-door Farren hails from a traveling tribe of sages and druids who roam the wilds of the Mheara Mountains, guided by their reverence for the natural world and the mystical Vayd tree. Their ancestral traditions have been passed down through generations, and their...
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