Recent content by Nepheli N. Tzunidahr

Nepheli listened without turning her head, her fingers tightening against the worn leather of her sword hilt. Hildrabrenna’s words were not idle musings. The mage spoke with the weight of someone who had unraveled the secrets of places like this before. Nepheli trusted steel, strategy, and the...

Nepheli met Hildrabrenna’s gaze, weighing the woman’s presence in silence. The mage had offered no flattery, no empty assurances—only the certainty of her own knowledge. Whether that knowledge would prove useful remained to be seen. But Nepheli was no fool. She knew the worth of experience in...

The sun had barely risen, casting a soft light over the camp that had sprung up in Guipui’s borderlands. The previous night’s reports had been filled with grim news, but today was different. Today, a new challenge had appeared on the horizon: the Dungeon at the border between Giro and Guipui...

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the stone walls of Nepheli’s private chambers in the newly fortified capital of Guipui. The papers on her desk, reports and missives from her vassals, lay untouched as her mind wandered far from the affairs of state. The power she had seized...

The banners of House Tzunidahr and House Giro fluttered against the cold morning wind, their colors stark against the pale gray sky. Beyond Shadowmere’s walls, an army gathered—a force larger than any that had marched under Nepheli’s command before. Knights, sellswords, archers, and warbands...

The war was over. The banners of House Tzunidahr and House Giro flew over Shadowmere’s battlements, their sigils—golden phoenix and silver gryphon—standing in defiant contrast to the blackened ruins of Aurelion’s rule. Yet even in victory, Nepheli knew the work had only just begun. The city had...

The fires of Shadowmere still smoldered when the first envoys arrived. Messengers bearing the sigils of lesser houses—some allies of Aurelion now desperate to save themselves, others opportunists eager to swear fealty before the tide turned against them. Nepheli received them in the great hall...

The battlefield was quiet now, save for the moans of the dying and the crackle of lingering fires. The banners of House Tzunidahr and House Giro stood tall over the ruined field, black and gold rippling alongside deep crimson. Victory had been hard-won, but it was theirs. Nepheli stood among...

The fires still burned beyond the walls of Shadowmere, their glow painting the night in flickering shades of orange and red. Aurelion’s army had been dealt a crippling blow, but they had not broken. Instead, the siege tightened. Nepheli stood in the great hall, a fresh bandage wrapped around...

Smoke drifted over the ruined bridge as Shadowmere’s defenders caught their breath. The enemy had been forced back—at least for now. But their reprieve was fleeting. Nepheli stood on the battlements, surveying the battlefield. The collapsed bridge had stalled Aurelion’s advance, but it hadn’t...

The gates of Shadowmere groaned as they slammed shut, sealing the battered remnants of Tzunidahr and Giro within the ancient fortress. Nepheli pressed a hand against the cold stone wall, catching her breath. Outside, torches flickered in the growing darkness. Aurelion and Ravenspire had joined...

The first clash came with the sound of steel meeting steel, the din of battle erupting in the twilight. House Ravenspire’s vanguard stood in their way, a wall of dark-clad warriors blocking the narrow forest path to Shadowmere. Their war drums beat a relentless rhythm, echoing through the trees...

Nepheli took a deep breath, the scent of salt and smoke thick in the air. The sea was hers, and victory lay before her like a feast waiting to be claimed. The hobgoblins had broken, their will shattered upon the hulls of the Espadian fleet, but she was not yet finished. The true mark of...

The dawn broke over the battlefield, its pale light revealing the aftermath of the brutal clash. Nepheli walked through the camp, her steps slow but purposeful, each one an effort as she felt the weight of exhaustion settle into her bones. The wounded were laid out on makeshift cots, their...

The two armies collided like thunder, crashing together with a violence that shook the ground. Nepheli stood at the forefront, her blade meeting that of a Ravenspire soldier in a shower of sparks. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and fear, but she pushed all distractions from...