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Elf - Assassin - NERDIASISElf - Assassin - NERDIASIS by WhiteAshesGroup
Design by: Andecaya for World-of-Astara
Race: Dark Elf
Folk: Black Elf
Deity: Manos - God of the Moon
Nerdiasis has black skin and black eyes. Her also black hair is kinky curled but she always wears it braided into little braids. She is about 5.78ft tall and has a wiry body.
She usually always wears her magical clothing, a corsage, partially leatherd pants, g
Elf - Abraxas - ShiradaElf - Abraxas - Shirada by WhiteAshesGroup
Design by: Andecaya for World-of-Astara
Race: Wood Elf
Folk: Genehian Wood Elf
Deity: Shahi - Goddess of Wood and Autumn
Shirada has blue-gray skin, yellow eyes, and white-ish light green hair. She often wears them partially or completely braided. Over the right side of her body she got tribal tatoos (see reference).
Shirada mostly wears green and light brown
THE ROSEBUSH I had just speared the giant which clubbed me with a cracked northern-made cannon, spending my last potion right after. Someone said that the flashes over the horizon were Diveus searing Trumuskerra’s eyes, but I couldn’t tell for sure. At the time I only thought of my hunger and thirst and tiredness. Lacking an open field, the legions fought on foot, our mounts safe in the bodegas, guarded by dwarven phalanxes pinning the goblins trying to destroy Sycamore’s roots from below. I fought on top of the same roots, preventing the besiegers from burning them. Even if this didn’t topple the city, the inhabitants and refugees on the canopy districts could choke until we had a lot of corpses falling down the giant fig tree, just the kind of harvest the goblinoides wanted. Our archers had height, but the komatai suppressed them with ballista, preventing anything beyond a skirmish now and then.THE ROSEBUSH by BrunoKopte
After a eight months-long siege
Keep LitaniesZashariel entered the dinner hall. She was wearing one of the gowns provided by the sisters. Previously she had always worn her own dresses; a privilege she had forfeited as a result of the ill-fated escape. Behaviour had been deteriorating in the asylum over the past year, and there were few inmates left who were still allowed to wear their own clothes. There was talk of the sisters withdrawing this privilege altogether.Keep Litanies by Celestialhost
Zashariel sat down at the table facing Tirarna. The former elf queen looked utterly miserable and despondent.
"It is good to see you again, my love. It has been too long that we have both spent isolation," said Tirarna.
"We were so close," said Zashariel. "We could have been free. Free to live our own lives. But we failed."
Tirarna gave a brave smile.
"We shall try again and next time we shall escape."
Zashariel shook her head.
"I don't think I can. I can't spend more time in isolation," the elf replied. "Why don't we just stay here? At least we are together here."
AT- Golden SisterAh, today was the day. Today was the day I got to look around for new treasures for me to claim. Today was the day of the trade market.AT- Golden Sister by Mila137
Once every other month, a small market would open up in the main plaza of Rivendell. In the stalls put up, different things gathered over the month would be put up for sale so that the elves not able to travel could get the opportunity to find new things to buy. It was a very popular idea. The days it was held on gave way to a lot of buyers and a good chance for the area to get a good revenue.
I personally adored the chance to get new items from various areas. Though I could travel, and have, it was something I always loved as a child and old habits die hard I suppose. I got up early and spent the whole morning looking around deciding what would be best for me to get. Though this time I would most likely end up buying more than needed. My tendencies to get things the appealed to my eyes had gotten a bit stronger so I couldn’t help but make my sta
AT- Detestable LoveAh, it was a beautiful day. Spring had just arrived so trees and flowers were blooming everywhere. The sun shone warmly on the stone patio I was currently sitting in. I just wanted to sit there and soak it all up. I had recently found out in one of my books that dragons enjoy bathing in sunlight as it warms their scales. I had only found out of my dragon side within the year, so I was trying to learn all I could.AT- Detestable Love by Mila137
I leaned back with my eyes closed enjoying the sun. Ah, it really did feel good. With my long brunette hair tickling my back, my thin spring gown fluttering in the wind and the sound of nature playing, I couldn’t help but think yet again that Rivendell was truly a paradise.
I heard footsteps passing but I tried to pay them no mind. This moment was just too perfect. However, the sound got closer as if they were headed towards me. I opened my eyes to see a fellow elf headed my way. He was far older than me giving him a mature face. Brown hair was smoothed back and down to