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Spellweavers are rare even by the standards of other Aelves. To wield such potent life magic takes hundreds of years of training and dedication, most may go their whole lives only managing the faintest hint of any arcane abilities. Not so with the Spellweavers. These Aelves are naturally gifted, and many whisper that they are blessed by the Great Tree itself. Wherever their power comes from; none can deny its miraculous effects.
Feinour is unique among Avelorn’s Nomad Princes, for he is a peaceful soul at heart, lacking the fires of battle lust that stoke the hearts of many Aelves in Avelorn’s pastime. For him, war is but a tragic necessity, a conflict unavoidable.
‘What can I tell you about the dark one… the saviour, supreme necromancer, the indomitable spirit and unassailable warrior? Hmm. the old man scratches his wiry grey beard. ‘Mortane, the Lich Emperor is ruler over the Kra’mor Empire, situated within the Amethyst Peninsula.
Kitznik frowned as he crept out of the tunnel and into the harsh sunlight of the deserts of Ghur. Frowning, the low-ranked Clawlord reached up a clawed hand and lowered the visor of his helmet a little, using it to keep the sun out of his eyes. “Stupid-dumb sunlight,”...
The thundering charge of swift-footed gryph-charges signaled the start of a number of deadly skirmishes throughout Drakengrad, as members of The Cult of The Fell Dragon hurriedly attempted to cross the region to reach their hallowed Mausoleum of the Gods. Set upon by...
Taro heard the gossip and tales that had been weaving themselves about the tribe. One of the priestesses apparently was grabbed during a harvesting outing by some cultists of the Fell Dragon. Taro spit at the dirt between the ghurain rows. A bunch of looncap...