Continued from here.


November 22nd
CP 1805
3:00 A.M.


Anebrilith. Survivors and refugees fleeing from Xem’Zund’s assault on Raiaera were on their way towards Scara Brae and the other lands of Corone. The Elven structures of the port city were manufactured in the same style as most of the great Elven cities.

Larger structures of import to the government of the Elves were built much more extravagantly than the rest of the strange buildings. Having an almost organic quality to their integral make up, the structures were tall and built with an almost arrogant flare to them. Columns held up the buildings from the center that touched the sky like spears. Round man-made constructs were built around the columns and almost resembled beating organs that thrived with archaic energies. Columns connected the structures to one another and were actually parts of the building themselves.

One could travel through the columns to access other levels of the buildings in order to travel to different parts of the city. There was as much to see below the surface of the city as there was above the surface. Thriving communities below the city of Anebrilith provided a black market that was virtually ignored by the Elves in power. The Tel’Quessir initially settled into the areas at and around Anebrilith many ages prior. It is within the city limits of Anebrilith that the Bladesinger’s Guild is located. Many other structures of import were located therein.

Refugees fleeing the wrath of Xem’Zund found their solace in the port district of the city. There; ships weaving their passage towards various other parts of Althanas, waited to claim their stake on the tumultuous seas.
Standing outside the structure that functioned effectively as a combination tavern and inn; a little girl named Anne Fallworth found herself she staring at the city with a cold expression in her gaze. She stood upon a balcony area. A cold wind came in from the North; from Salvar. Anne had a good geographical knowledge of Althanas for it was an important subject in her studies at the University at Valinatal.

Valinatal. The now ruined city was the city where she originated from along with an incoming wave of hundreds of refugees fleeing from the destruction of that once proud city. Anne had her arms folded across her chest. She was a typical Althanas girl of about ten years of age. She studied the archaic lore of the song magics of Turlin. Being one of the best students of her graduating class; Anne quickly obtained a strong grasp of the knowledge heralded by the Elves. A human; the humans of Raiaera were a sturdy lot.

They’d obtained a great deal of knowledge of the wilderness working alongside the Elves. Anne knew this because the university knew this. She accepted the knowledge taught in those ancient books as truth. A particularly perceptive child; Anne was brilliant by most account. She had a bright future as a Turlin song mage and a scholar of history ahead of her. But none of that mattered to her at the moment. In the past month since their arrival at Anebrilith; one singular thought occupied her mind to an almost dangerously obsessive compulsion. The idea of finding her caretaker and friend; Lexxum Vordic. Anne thought of her friend almost every moment of everyday; to the point where she drew him in her notes often. She was trying to retain the memories of the lizard folk warrior from Fallien.

She’d developed a unique bonding to the warrior. The reptile was a well known soldier of Valinatal and helped to attempt to defend the city from the attacks of the Necromancer Netha’Tu. As Anne came to understand the situation; a powerful Necromancer named Xem’Zund was the enemy of all of Althanas. Xem’Zund threatened the world with his forces of darkness; and should Raiaera fall to that bastard’s powers, the world would fall. Anne thought of her friend now. Her long, blond hair flowed with the breeze that touched her person as she stood on the balcony. Her only companion was the golden retriever by her side; Alk. The dog slept by her side and provided a sense of warmth. She slept in a robe set aside for pajamas as she looked up at the night sky. There was no moon in the sky anymore; only an age of darkness. She wondered what such an omen could mean.

Most likely scouting out the city; her companion Kryos, co-rented a two bedroom apartment in the inn complex. It wasn’t exactly an affordable price; but the duo managed to scrounge up money doing random tasks for that the city needed doing. Anne found her way into Anebrilith’s master library and acquired work from time to time there as a scholar. A whole month went by since the events that lead them across Raiaera. Anne was a different person now; a woman despite her age. She had long, waist length blond hair that curled in certain places and was worn loosely. Her eyes were a hazel color that shone with the knowledge she was rapidly obtaining; there was a hunger there. The girl stood approximately five feet tall and seemed to be built with an athletic physique.

Wearing a sad expression on her battle scarred face; Anne was a somber figure. Where once she was a beautiful and even stunning girl; half of her face and some of that side of her body was hideously scarred. The scarring was the result of a desperate attack from the mighty sword that Lexxum Vordic wielded. The weapon was a broadsword made of plynt and imbued with the powers of the Eternal Tap. Lexxum had revealed some control of the Tap energies within the sword during the battle with a Necromancer named Rashilan Penna’ak. She was apparently one of Xem’Zund’s powerful commanders. A Necromancer in the service of a stranger from Antioch named Morian. And it was thus that the past intertwined itself inexorably with the future. Anne touched the scar at that left side of her face closing her eyes after that movement. She looked at the various star constellations she knew.

“Lexxum…where are you? My love?” She sighed and stepped inside the single apartment.