Requiem Shard

The Wolf, Part II [/b] [Theme] Sacrifice had been thrust into the soft, fertile soil -- standing as a silent watchman, her slender shadow cast across the dark-clad man crumpled beneath her vigil. An inky black cloak, worn and tattered by the influence of the persistent forces of time, was wrapped a...

Luther Beaumont III - 1v1 - Sword
Luther Beaumont III - Brawl for it all

The Forge [/b] [Theme] Ashen were the rains, solemn and silent, casting an eerie veil across the haunting remnants of Briar's Hollow. The townsfolk milled about, like strange revenants whom were incapable of moving on. Their gaze felt empty, cold, and somehow inhuman. It was only fitting for a plac...

A Knight's Oath https://i.imgur.com/kJzTcZY.jpg " Be loyal of deed and word, and serve your fellow man as best you can. Seek the fellowship of the good; hearken to their words and remember them. Be humble and compassionate wherever you may go...” The Chapter's master spoke in quiet, but powerf...

The Flame, Part III [/b] [Theme] "It is an ancient language, my dear Thorn, one lost to us. These are words of magic." It was a familiar voice that carried the words, confidence and kindness in their tone. It was dark, and he couldnt see the figure's face. It would have been impossible to...

Dreams of the Past https://i.imgur.com/e1vu63K.jpg " Higher…” His father's voice encouraged. It was stern, but not unpleasantly so. Still, it was almost lost amidst the clashing of the blunted steel. Luther, a boy of twelve at the time, stumbled back at the flurry of powerful blows to sword an...

Redemption [/size] https://i.imgur.com/s3wpJxE.jpg [The Enduring Flame] Redemption was heavy in his hand, her supple leather doing little to lessen the strain on his armored hands. Small motes of light, like so many fireflies, spiraled upward -- cast forth by a small crackling fire at the young man...

The Wolf [/b] [Theme] " Do you even care about anyone!? " Sethaelia's words were as barbs that bled him. A flinch forming at the corners of his eyes, where the usual warmth and laughter had faded. Ashen depths no longer carried the strength of their master, but rather, pain and sorrow tha...

The Breaking Point [/b] [Theme] Sacrifice remained in the dark leather sheath at his left hip, her constant weight was a comfort in the abyssal darkness of the Briarwood. It was an inky blanket, unmoved by the small light flickering from the flames of his campfire. Ardent was her embrace, like that...

The Fading Light [/b] [Theme] The Church had not been empty as he suspected, but rather hosted a small gathering of the Fort's residents. Gryhun was among them, easily discerned by the clothing he wore, and the shining clasp which identified him as a Tyro. Beside him, a woman with a familiar face, ...