Where there is light, there also exists darkness.
The other end of the spectrum of Lord Lorian lies the dark lands of Lustria.
Chaos and nature magic dominated the lands, while creatures of the wild ravages in the depths of pits and caves.
In a war of superiority in magic and strength, the high elves of fair skin claimed their sovereignty in the highlands of Lord Lorian, while the dark elves extended their stake over the shores and dark lands of Lustria.
No high elves of my kind have ever set foot this far alive in the dark elves kingdom of Lustria.
Athedon, heir to the 59th dark elf bloodline, has time and time again challenged my ancestry of prowess in both physical and magical realms of existence.
With the lander's magic of Loth Lorian, I was summoned back from the valley of death to fight once again for the love we were forbidden.
What have we here? A defeated soul expect for more punishment?
I am not here to declare war, but to ask for the trust and love of thy sister Eliana.
I say we kill him now. We should give him a long and painful death to punish him for the deeds of their fathers before him and send him right to the gates of hell.
My dear sister Velatha, why can't we just love another kind that is separated only by the color of our skins and magic?
Eliana, my sister, you made the biggest mistake of falling in love with a fiend that will bring the downfall of our people. They are enemies who made slaves out of our people for centuries, who humiliated us and thrown us into the depths of shame and dishonor.
You have no grounds to speak here. I can only grant you another death to appease all our forefathers.
I beseech all of you not to fume at my presence in your royal grounds. I am not here to pay the depths of my ancestors.
I can only ask that you let my love for your sister prove my worth to your royal bloodline. I will not back down even if I have to lay down thy life today.
How dare you! What makes you think that we will allow your tainted blood to be anywhere with our bloodline?
Filvendor, High Elf of Malachys. Listen here.
I, Elthedon, king of the Dark Elves of Lastria, shall throw you a challenge to let you prove your worth to our people.
You shall go to the deep ends of the southern land of Lastria and slain the bane of our people, the Great Fire Basilisk.
Slain thee creature! Bring us the honor you promised and prove that you are worthy of our people.
I, Filvendor, High Elf of Malachys, will rise above all and slay the Great Fire Basilisk of Charon.
I will return of fleshless soul if I fail or triumph for my love when I slay thy beast.
My love, do not worry about me and the quest for the Basilisk. I worry more about your brother and sister's acceptance upon my triumph in return.
The road ahead is paved with dangers that are unspeakable. Up ahead here lies the Whitheads Cave, filled with renegades of monsters forged in the ravages of Chaos.
Flesh-feeding are travelers into the south.
Fear not, I have been blessed with magic raised from the heavens of the seventh skies, protected by the aura of Lothlorian against creatures of the dark.
You cannot do this alone, my dear. My greatest fear is you might not return for me, and I will wither in grief eternally.
I belong to you eternally in body and soul. No one can separate us.
Take heed of the forests of Lastria, who shall meet more like us, guardians of the truths that kill anything that moves in the bushes.
My love, I must go now. Keep only thoughts of me, not worries. Farewell.
I will wait your return with loving thoughts in every breath I take. My love.
The Whitheads, soulless flesh-eating creatures of the dark, terrorizing travelers into the south banks of Charon.
I shall show no mercy.
The Whitheads Guardian, once a high elf but now consumed and altered by the treacherous dark magic of the marsh, to an unimaginable monster.
The Forest of Southern Lastria is paved with dangerous guardians and magic of chaos.
The truth between the two races is separated by this forest, and no high elf has been known to pass its ancient guardians.
The rustling in the bushes is becoming louder.
Come out now, you dishonorable fiend!
Legend has been, the southern lands of Lastria is ruled by Althodon, while the magical realms within the forest is guarded by the Queen Nishala and her guardian warriors.
She, the most powerful queen in the royal bloodline, known to slay even the most powerful titans or creatures summoned.
Her name strikes fear at war fields, and you can feel her thunderous magical aura.
Which high elf, the guts of heaven, to dare enter our lands with such disrespect?
Spare not us, so Lazar, you have my will to kill any deluded elf who thinks he can bypass us here deviously.
Lazar, left wing guardian of the forest, the one to fight hand in hand with the great Queen Nishala in the titans war.
While hundreds of dark elven troops fell to the attack of magic, there stood Lazar, who took down four of the seven titans in her solo defense.
There is no way I could defeat this great warrior of our time.
Brave guardian, I do not come to invade but to reach the shores of Charon.
I only pray that you be kind to let me pass through here to complete my noble quest.
Lies! My queen, I do not believe fiends of his kind and I pray you do not have to hear such lies. Let me put an end to his sorry little life.
What great arrogance to think he can pass us here like a profane in worthless lands. I can only bestow your painful death in return of that insult to our being, our dark elf lineage.
Hail, Queen of the forest, I carry no ill respect to trespass your magical realms, but I have to get to the shores of Charon to slay the great fire basilisk.
To prove my worth to the dark elf bloodline, please, my queen, I do not fear death. I have once been slain in my attempts to love her.
If you end my fate, send words of sorrow to my love Ileana, that I can only continue my eternal love with her in our afterlife.
Fool! With your profane level of skills and magic, you will never conquer the great fire basilisk.
Sacrificing your future life will only further separate you and your love eternally. You need divine magic and weapons that will withstand the great fire breath of the basilisk.
Thylvendor, higher elf of Malakith, let your mind be filled with your quest and love of our kind.
Receive the power, the frosted sword of Lustria.
Be gone now, Thylvendor. May the speed of light and courage take you to the shores of Charon. Use your bestowed powers and weapon with courage and wisdom.
I thank you, my most benevolent queen. I shall take my leave and be on my journey. Farewell.
I can only hope this love-seeking one will come to realize that he was never really alone in his arduous journey.
My love, my heart beats with yours in secret. I yearn for your touch.
There lies the great beast. I pray this quest will bring order to our lands and unite me and Ilyana eternally.
Take this, you beast! Leave my love alone!
My love, you must not be here! It will kill you!
Over here, you beast!
Run, my love, run!
Beast of the Charon Shore! Behold the might of my sword!
Listen, you two. I'll buy you time, you're the beast. Get into the magic formation. Channel all your energy for a showdown.
We must channel all our lifetime powers in the showdown.
We need to move fast to lower ground. To round up with the queen, she will not hold long.
Now you two, cover me while I conjure!
The guardian of the shore lies dead. It was once our creature of protection, then wild and savage.
My queen Nashala, allow me to use my magic of the heavens to revive the slain guardian, to will it back to life.
I will use my energy to forge us into one, to bring back the slain guardian, to will it back to our might.
I pray our magical union and the basilisk return will end this war eternally.
The great fire basilisk stands once again, infused with the magic from the habit of the high elves and the nature of the dark elves.
Now it stands, stronger, mighty and powerful, as the emblem of union of the two races.
The once impossible union of the two races is now in one of flesh, blood and magic.
We can now live in peace and everlasting harmony.
My most benevolent queen Nashala, all this would have never been possible without your true wisdom and courage of a true warrior.
The high elves and dark elves history will be rewritten from now, to sing of our bravery, to tell the young of peace and love for all living.
I pray our magical union and the basilisk return will end this war eternally.
I pray our magical union and the basilisk return will end this war eternally.
I pray our magical union and the basilisk return will end this war eternally.
I pray our magical union and the basilisk return will end this war eternally.
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