#The Helios: The Sun Chariot- Blessed by the Sun God Helios, these elves use the power of Helio's fire the strongest of the fire magyk called Phoebus Apollo. Hold out arms to the sky...
The humans glared at the elf and rushed toward him, shouting as the flaming cuffs tightened around his wrists. He smiled at them, even as they raised their swords. The elf held his arms out to the sky.
"You will never be allowed to get what you seek, may the sun's flames engulf you!" The fire on the cuffs that bound him, burst forward and shot out at the charging mortals. The sound of his wailing child hit his ears and he struggled to stand, however an arrow shot from one of the advancing soliders, found its mark in his gut. He fell forward, the sun's fire burning away those who had attacked him. The human holding his baby, rode off into the darkness.
#The Nanna: The Sīn Blessed- Blessed by the Moon God Sīn, these elves are intuned with the natural ebb and flow of the strongest and deadliest form of lunar magics, known as Suen Crescent. Frequently depicted as pale of hair and flesh, they draw on the power of Sīn himself. Reach out and touch the nearest human noble...
The humans stared at him with scorn, one of them reaching for his sword. Akashal's eyes caught this and he acted quickly. He could feel the raw power of the moon as it slowly rose in the distance. Akashal watched forlornly as the humans ripped his baby away from him, he reached out and grabbed the nearest human. The power of the Moon flows through Ashakal, his voice like venom as it seeps into the ears of the humans nearby. The tattoed markings in the shape of a crooked tree that lines his forehead, down to his chin, change from red to a deep purple color. The sky, once black now bled a dark purple, the men looked on in terror as the elf gripped the throat of the human so tightly, the bones could be heard, snapping one after the other.
"A sacrifice to Sīn, let the moonlight be as witness!" The moonlight shone done on Ashakal, his facial and body markings glowing a deep silver. "I will never allow you to carry out that which should have never been!" Akashal let the power flow through his hand, ignoring the flaming cuffs, the moon draining the life from the human. A moment later, blood sprayed from his mouth, a spear stabbing through his gut. He fell to his knees and coughed up blood, the humans riding away with his wailing baby in their grip.
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