#verse:helladir

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oc edits ◇ hastire casengrim, the horror of cördrant

"Who do you think stopped my hand for all those years? Who was it, Erys, that protected you from my wrath? My sister was my mercy— and you murdered her."

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oc edits ◇ THE FOUR DAUGHTERS OF RHYDEN CASENGRIM

 ❝ Golden Fiera with her heavenly gift, blessed by the King of the Gods, the queen who would have returned the Kingdom to its glory but never could. Quiet Aurianne, always mindful of her place, who sought nothing but a lifetime of peace and found only ashes. Proud Erys, beloved by their father, whose hunger for power and reverence not even Fiera's robbed crown could satisfy. And dark, hated Hastire, the shadow to her beloved sister's sun, the warrior princess who left behind all she was to survive Cördrant and brought the Hyranser to its knees. ❞

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oc moodboards  ◇  ashera of syrden

“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea (…) Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”  [x]

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the helladir chronicles deities  ◇  laenalith, goddess of peace, mercy and hope

“Legends speak of a time when the daughter of life and heavenly light inhabited the skies; they speak of a goddess of mercy, the twin to war, whose sweet song filled mortal hearts with hope and the will to dream. That was once, long ago, before she fell to ruin. Now, the legends are silent and the people speak of her only in whispers, of a queen of hatred and vegeance lost in a land drowned in despair."

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Mᴏᴅᴇʀɴ Aᴜ  ◈ rosalyn casengrim

“You have a taste of tempest on your lips—” [x]

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oc moodboards  ◇  liesl amrös, the witch of hyrseith

“In every light lies horror, just as in every dark lies hope.”  [x]

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Rosalyn: I'll kill him.

Elaith: I can charm anyone's pants off, chill.

Rosalyn: Well, I can take his pants too. From his corpse.

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lacie!! you shoud totally tell me more about elaith, he looks so interesting 👀

huiahauishaui aaah, it’ll be my pleasure to ramble about my boy Elaith, I hope he lives up to the expectations Mary! ♥

Elaith wasn’t born as the scion of a great, ancient lineage with the blood of gods and demons; he wasn’t some new and strange creature. He, even more so than Daiya Lasedi (Another character in the Chronicles), came from nothing. A third-born to a poor family from T’Irshan, Eli was old enough to remember when his parents sold him into servitude with smiles on their faces, how they rejoiced over the gold pouch and ignored his pleas. And that kind of memory? It sticks with you, for good or bad. If even his parents— the people who should have loved and cared for him — didn’t want him then who the hell would? It’s unsurprising that he has very little trust in would-be “Guardians” and people as a whole, always working under the assumption that they will betray him and that in the end he only truly has himself, a mindset which would only get reinforced by the years to come.

He was given to one of the Crime Lords of San’iik, a once proud city built upon the necromantic arts, now overrun by crime and violence. The job description was simple: succeed in your mission, get out alive and get your freedom under the Lord’s service, or fail and face the consequences. Elaith excelled from the start: he was clever, charismatic and resourceful, however… the children he came to call friends weren’t so lucky. Some were re-sold for being incompetent, others met gruesome ends, but Eli remained, the boy the Crime Lord now held as the golden standard to follow. It fucked him up, both by isolating him and making him develop a serious case of Survivor’s Guilt. Elaith earned his freedom and at sixteen was well on his way to become the best thief in the city.

Then Eli finds himself in possession of magical powers, the situation at San’iik spirals out of control, and by the end, he’s forced to make a choice with lasting consequences. So he does the only thing he can: he runs. For ten years, that’s all Elaith can bring himself to do— run and run from a Fate that’ll eventually catch up with him, on a quest for immortality. It works as well as you can think.

Clever, charismatic, resourceful, gifted— he’s it all, that person you expect to have a plan and a solution for everything. Often, Eli does, but many times he is just incredibly good at pretending he knows what he’s doing. But take away the charm, confidence, and attitude and what you have is a man who isn’t nearly as confident as he appears, plagued by self-loathing, survivor’s guilt and an unhealthy dose of paranoia. Elaith knows exactly what he did or did not do, blames himself for it, but rather than face the consequences he chose to run and look for a way out.

But life works in strange ways, bringing together a man in search for immortality and a princess cursed to live forever for a journey that will go down in myth and legend.