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â§ * Âş ⢠ââ SHANNARA CHRONICLES SENTENCE STARTERS.
âif youâre going to keep insulting me, i should at least know your name.â
âlook, theyâre dead and weâre not. end of story.â
âif [name] is here, there are dark days ahead.â
âmay the magic of this land course through my veins from this day until my last.â
âwhat was your plan, drug me and then rob me?â
âdonât try to justify your actions! you and your kind are a blight on the kingdom.â
âdoes the arrogant attitude also come on a silver platter?â
âdonât mistake terror for bravery.â
âi donât need you to hold my hand and i donât need your emotions getting in the way of what we have to do.â
âlosing you once was more than enough.â
âour eyes arenât impervious to deception.â
âif youâre offering yourself as a bait, think again.â
âmen are a predictable bunch. even when we lie, we lack imagination.â
âhe is scared, and his fear is going to get us all killed.â
âi am here to stop you from making foolish mistakes.â
âyour duty is to your gift.â
âi may be a bastard but iâm a bastard who keeps his words.â
âi leave you alone for a couple of hours and look what happens, you completely fall apartâ.
âjust because you did the right thing for the first time in your life, doesnât mean i trust youâ.
âwell if youâre not going to give me the throne, then iâll just have to take it.â
âiâm so hungry i could eat a trollâs left nut.â
âlet me wield the blade for you.â
âtwo sons. one blade. one purpose.â
âhurt gives way to bitterness, bitterness to anger. travel too far that road and the way is lost. â
âthe world out there is ugly, and trusting someone is deathâ
âi know you loved her but that wasnât your choice to make.â
âif you want to survive in this world, you need to start taking care of yourself because no oneâs going to do that for you.â
âsometimes the truth doesnât set you free. it brings you more pain.â
âyou have this gift, but you just abuse it.â
âshe goes through lovers like she goes through outfits.â
âyou left a life where youâre safe and happy for me. that hardly seems fair.â
âdry your eyes kid. tomorrowâs not promised. youâre lucky to have today.â
âdestiny is stronger than the wishes of men.â
âyou canât walk away from your destiny.â
âa child shouldnât be left to walk through life alone.â
âhow could i believe you after all your lies?â
âlower your weapon. this prison is made to hold beings much stronger than you.â
âhe was just a pawn to you, wasnât he?â
âall i wanted was my life to be my own. to be free. turns out fate has a twisted sense of humour.â
âi can still save you.â
âyou of all people do not get to say that.â
âevil contained is not evil destroyed.â
âyour days of terror end today.â
âdo not be so quick to accept as truth what is only conjecture.â
âbut your responsibilities are sometimes given to you without choice, without consent.â
âyou donât deserve that crown!â
âpower is a curse for those who seek it.â
âonly a king knows the weight of a crown.â
âiâm an excellent liar, which means i can tell when someone is lying to me.â
âwhat weâre doing, this isnât about saving any one race. this is for every one of us. and i think we all deserve saving.â
âiâm a lot of things, but iâm not a killer.â
âpeople deserve to know whatâs coming.â
âiâm sorry it took the end of the world for me to realize what a fool iâve been.â
âiâd rather be dead than be with you.â
âlove is an illusion. you must empty your heart. you must clear your mind. you must kill your desire.â
ofcrimscnsâ
the sight of the woman had become an accustomed one, even if introductions hadnât been in order previously. sarys was no stranger to the campsite, often fretting to and from whenever the daily meetings and conniving had ceased for the day. with her friends at the castle grounds, and family dwelling somewhere in thickness of the crowd, she hadnât expected company â much less someone she knew to some degree.
â donât we all? â a tired smile lifts its way to sarysâs face as she studies the woman before her, distantly acquainted but being the first of their up-close considerations. â i have seen you here before, have i not? forgive me, my name is sarys. â looking back towards the fire, she lifts a stick near to her feet and prods the coals. â itâs the quite the bustle about tonight, iâd think thereâd be a celebration⌠of sorts. â
âhela. and worry not, dear. i am hardly the sociable type. even if you had spoken to me, iâm not sure i would have been much for conversation. i am woefully out of practice. by choice, mostly.â she grins at that, reaching to grab a stick to lightly jostle the fire. stoke it, really.
âthe bustle of humanity and elvenkind alike is something to behold. celebration or no, there will always tend to be bustling in some places.â hela yawned, sure she was making zero sense from her lack of sleep.
âwhat brings you here? i am here to heal, simply put.â and to take blood from those who suspect little, but sarys need not know that.Â
cfwarricrsâ
     As much as he enjoyed having a pretty lady in his arms, Viggo was respectful and let go of her as soon as he saw she was safe and out of the reach of those two drunk men. Clearly she wasnât expecting this and didnât say a word while she brushed off whatever there was on her dress. But he did gave her a quick glance from head to toes to see if she was alright.
      âIt was no problem, my lady,â he smiled warmly and bowed his head a little. âIt definitely would have been. Good thing I noticed in time.â If he hadnât noticed and something bad would have happened, Viggo would have knocked them on their ass for hurting a lady. Even if it was an accident. âActually, may I escort you to where youâre going? It would be safer that way.â
with all helaâs busybodying about, she hardly had time to recognize attractive persons. of course, she knew they were about; she just had other things to do. the man before her was ruining her streak of not being distracted. still, he had helped her. the least she could do was indulge in his company.Â
âmost definitely,â she responds, looking down and flushing appropriately. âof course, you may. i am headed for the circle. it seems my social capabilities have been drained for the evening.â she laughed appropriately, falling in step beside viggo.
âi am helara, senior enchanter for the circle of magi. you...may call me hela, though. a gift for your rescue,â she teases.
mysticbxrnâ
where : duindaer bedrooms , Elysia castle , late evening !
who : feynhel duindaer ! ( @magimarkedâ )
âARE YOU GOING TO come to bed?â Astraea asked , ginger curls released from the braid that they had been in for more than half of the day. Elysia was pretty , yes , but she would be lying if she said it wasnât slightly exhausting. Feynhel made it slightly better though , knowing well that he probably felt the same way. In almost two hundred years of living , Astraea had barely left her home country , and honestly she would be quite happy if it stayed that way. But when duty calls , one cannot ignore it. Stupid , Astraea thought it to be.
By the time evening had came , Astraea had realized that during the day , she had barely spent any time with her husband. Not an uncommon phenomenonďżź , but she still felt a small twinge of guilt. Married for going on forty years , and sometimes Feynhel felt like a stranger to her. She knew well he wasnât , though their relationship mustâve felt like an anomaly to the humans who had been married for the same amount of time as then.
âItâs quite late , you know,â She said , glancing up to the grandfather clock pressed up against the walls of their bedroom. Astraea sat at the small vanity that was in the room as well , gently combing through her curls to tame them enough so they wouldnât be a menace when they went to bed. âIâm not sure Iâve seen you rest a minute since weâve gotten here.â
feynhel looked up at her, eyes tired from a long day. he smiled, however faint, at her form. she had the most beautiful hair, and he often found himself playing with it absently in the mornings where he didnât have to run about all day.
still, he stood, and he made his way to her vanity, already dressed for bed but simply indulging in a bit of late night work. he came up behind her and kissed the top of her head. taking the brush she held, he began to gently comb her hair for her.
ârest is for everyone else. i donât think iâve a restful bone in my body.â
while he was not as close to astraea as heâd like to be, he did care for her. as any good husband should. he brushes his hands along her shoulders after placing the comb on the table. âhow was...your day?â he asks, hoping to make some kind of polite conversation with her.

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( daniel henney, cis man, he/him ) Did you hear? [ FEYNHEL DUINDAER ] is in town. A [ ELF ], I hear that theyâre the [ LORD OF HOUSE DUINDAER OF AERTYS ], rather impressive considering theyâre [ TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX ] years old. Their friends say that theyâre pretty [ LOYAL ], but Iâve heard rumors that theyâre also [ STOIC ]. It might just be me, but they remind me of [Â eyes that hold centuries, affectionate kisses placed on a loverâs freckled shoulder, tailored robes that still do not feel right ]. I wonder what side theyâll choose in the upcoming conflict.
( mark addy, demi man, he/him ) Did you hear? [ ROLAND FENNEC ] is in town. A [ HUMAN ], I hear that theyâre the [ GUILDMASTER OF THE MERCHANTâS GUILD ], rather impressive considering theyâre [ FORTY-EIGHT ] years old. Their friends say that theyâre pretty [ ADVENTUROUS ], but Iâve heard rumors that theyâre also [ TROUBLESOME ]. It might just be me, but they remind me of [ memories at the bottom of a crystal glass of brandy, hands filled with golden coins, and eyes tinged with regret ]. I wonder what side theyâll choose in the upcoming conflict.
starter for @wiickedheartsâ ( oz ) from helara
âoz, darling. we have to stop meeting like this.â the mage smiled and went to kiss ozâs cheek. patting their back, helara moves around to look at the body nearby. âclean kill. this is perfect.â helara uses magic to conceal the body before floating it behind her.
âweâll drop this off, and i will buy you dinner. you may take your pick tonight. my purse is full, and my stomach is empty.â
ofcrimscnsâ
where; inner campgrounds - elysia
when; nighttime
who; anyone
on a night such as this, the moon shone high across the landscape, illuminating the various pitched tents and bonfires that bared the colors of wayward souls. in the back of sarysâs mind, it seemed something out of a fairytale â perhaps it was habit that propelled her to come here so late at night, accustomed to the sparing visits that dotted her conscious. family, as well as fame, dwelled in these lands; though the castle hung like a shadow in the distance ( no doubt where the other nobility would be ), it provided little comfort to the elven lady. though her body and mind belonged to the stone passages, her heart called home to these folk who welcomed the misfits and outcasts to heart. it did not matter to sarys what their intentions might be â tonight, of all nights, was that of celebration, and seldom would the common people ever allow themselves to be hindered from it.
with her face to the fire, sarys sits quietly, admiring the amble chatter that surrounded the various tents. she knew not where her sibling might be ( probably lost to some drinking game with one of their mates ), but that fact didnât matter to her â right now, in her feigned silence, she merely basked in the chill of the night.
though her thoughts drift towards home â wherever that might be considered â an approaching figure earns the quip of her attention. sharp eyes flick to her guest, studying their form for any sense of familiarity; and when her studies are done, she offers a slight tilt of a smile and beckons towards the log opposite her. â feel free to sit, if youâd like. â
looking at helara, you might think her cruel. she had a sort of angular shape to her face, a face that would unsettle you if you looked long enough. but the mage still had some kindness to her, a remnant of her days as a girl, healing people in a village with the blood of her own body. they hadnât known, and her father had pressured her into a lot of it. but, she had helped and felt good helping, so she did it still. minus the blood. she practiced this in secret.
still, she could heal those in need, and there were plenty in need, even in elysia. in the campgrounds, she healed and helped those suffering from small or large ailments. and after a long night of this, she was exhausted.
sitting at the campfire, she wiped her sweat covered brow and nodded her head.
âthank you. i find myself more exhausted than usual.â
mysticbxrnâ
where : anywhere with a fire place in the elysia castle !
who : anyone !
AS A FIRE MAGE , it wasnât surprising that Azariah had taken to having a fascination with it , ever since she was a babe. She had been kissed by fire since birth , thatâs what her father would say. Her red hair was evidence enough , and his suspicions were only confirmed when she started showing a gift for fire magic. The warmth of it never bothered her , even now , as she sat by a fire place with her legs tucked underneath her , she enjoyed it despite the warm weather that was provided during the day and night.Â
Though her whole attention was not placed solely on this fire , though. Ria sat with her legs tucked under her , a book in her hands. Her hair was loose , brought around to one side of her as she red , humming to keep her focus on it. She was so focused on the book in fact , that she had hardly noticed the door opening. Only the creak of the door reveled the others presence , and that caused the girl to jump. âOh my,â She said , looking over her shoulder. âForgive me , I didnât think anybody would come in here.â Azariah closed the book , getting herself up off the ground.
âlooking for a warm place,â helara had said. she was well known for her walks and pensive stares. âdo you mind if i steal a bit of fire from you?â she asks, stepping into the room and closer to the flames. they were beautiful, dancing across the wooden logs slowly being burned to charcoal.Â
helara had always been fascinated with the cycle of life and death. fire seemed to mirror that cycle. if only a bit.
âsorry for frightening you.â then, âdo you often find yourself staring into a fire, or is there simply something on your mind?â

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cfwarricrsâ
đđąđđąđ˛đ° â open ; đđŠđđ đ˘ â tavern in the heart of Elysia ; đđŚđŞđ˘ â late evening .
     Usually after a long and particularly hard day Viggo found himself either at a tavern downing ale or between a pair of legs. This time it was the first option. He thought it would be a quiet evening, but, oh, how wrong he was when, finishing his third ale, he witnessed a drunken fight between two men, who could barely stand on their feet, their profanities thrown at each other were slurred and fists nearly missed their targets. It was a fun sight to see, especially when they stumbled outside and continued it there. Viggo wasnât the only one intersted in it, no. Half of the tavern followed them outside to watch. There was a thought, maybe he should stop them? But no. This was too entertaining.
     At the corner of his eye he noticed someone about to walk by the men. He didnât think much of it, but when the men stumbled in their direction and it looked like the passerby didnât pay attention, it sobered Viggo up a bit. âHey! Be careful!â He quickly jumped forward and, wrapping his arms around them, he pulled them away while stepping between the innocent soul and the fighting men, shielding the person with his body.
helara was many things. selfless was not one of them. she strode through the tavern, tired of the baudy atmosphere she had forced herself to exist in. she was hoping to get a drunkard to part with a few vials of blood while he slept. it was the easiest way to get it without attracting too much attention. still, it was not her night, and so, she decided to leave.
color her surprised when she was grabbed and spirited away. she looked up and noticed the fight she had been about to walk into, and her heart pounded like it would normally in a situation like this. she was far too stunned to speak. so, she gathered herself, stepping back just a bit and brushing invisible dirt or mess off of her dress.Â
when sheâd gathered words, she finally gave the man a small, reserved smile. âthank you,â she breathed. âthat could have been quite terrible.â for them or for her, who knows?
( jennie jacques, cis woman, she/her ) iâd be careful, thatâs [ HELARA ], theyâre a [ BLOOD ] mage. at [ THIRTY ] years old, they specialize in [ HEALING ]. but i also hear they have the ability of [ BLOOD SACRIFICE ], rather remarkable for a [ HUMAN ]. as a [ SENIOR ENCHANTER ], theyâre known for being [ WISE ], if not a little [ SELF ASSURED ]. it might just be me, but they remind me of [Â eyes devoid of feeling, hands shaking over a bowl of crimson, gritted teeth in defiance, and full lips that do not scream ]. i wonder what side theyâll choose in the upcoming conflict.