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"The Curse of Valyria and Elara's Sacrifice"

In the kingdom of Valyria, where magic was once abundant and revered, an air of foreboding hung heavy in the air. The ancient civilization had long since succumbed to a great curse, leaving the lands shrouded in darkness and despair. Yet, within this bleak world, remnants of the old ways still thrived, whispered secrets passed down through generations. In the heart of Valyria lay the city of Elyria, a bastion of hope and knowledge amidst the desolation. It was here that the young sorceress, Elara, sought refuge from the encroaching darkness. She was determined to restore her homeland to its former glory, no matter the cost. The Council of Elders, wise keepers of Valyria's history, gathered in a grand chamber adorned with relics of a bygone era. They convened to discuss the dire situation and weigh their options. Elara, having demonstrated her mastery of ancient spells, was invited to join the council. "The curse can only be lifted by one who possesses both the knowledge and courage to confront it," declared the Elder known as Arlith. "We believe that young Elara may be the one." Elara's heart raced, but she knew she must make a decision with far-reaching consequences. The choice lay between two ancient artifacts, each with its own potential to lift the curse: the Starstone, which could harness the power of the sun; or the Moonshard, capable of controlling the tides and winds. "We cannot afford to make a mistake," warned Elara, her eyes darting between the two objects. "Which do you believe holds the key?" The Council's gaze shifted between the artifacts. "It is not for us to decide," replied Arlith. "Only you can choose, Elara." The decision weighed heavily upon her. She closed her eyes, contemplating the consequences of each choice. The fate of Valyria rested in her hands, and she knew that whatever path she took, sacrifices would be made. But sometimes, one must make a difficult decision for the greater good. "I choose the Starstone," declared Elara, opening her eyes and staring at the Council with unwavering determination. "It will bring light to our world once more." The Council nodded in solemn agreement. With the weight of Valyria's future on her shoulders, Elara prepared to embark on a perilous journey, knowing that she would not return unscathed. As she left the chamber, a sense of foreboding lingered, yet also a spark of hope. The fate of the kingdom rested in the hands of a young sorceress, ready to make sacrifices for the greater good. The once vibrant city of Valyria had long been cursed, its citizens trapped in an eternal slumber. In the heart of the kingdom, the Council of Elders convened in their ancient chamber, discussing their options to lift the curse that plagued their land. Time was running out, and they knew that a decision needed to be made. Elara, a young and courageous warrior, stood among the council members as they debated the merits of two ancient artifacts. The first, the Starstone, could lift the curse but at great personal cost. The second, the Scepter of Shadows, had a less certain outcome, yet held promise for restoring peace to their land without sacrificing a life. As Elara listened intently, she felt the weight of the decision pressing upon her. Her heart raced as she considered the consequences of each choice. The council members exchanged worried glances, knowing that the fate of Valyria rested in her hands. With a deep breath, Elara spoke up, "I believe we must choose the Starstone. Our people need us to make a sacrifice for the greater good." Her voice echoed through the chamber, and the council members looked at her with newfound respect. The Council of Elders agreed with Elara's decision, and she set out on a perilous journey to find the Starstone. As she ventured into the unknown, she knew that she would not return unscathed, but she was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for her people and leave a lasting impact on Valyria. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its last warm rays upon the ancient city of Valyria, Elara stood atop the highest tower, gazing upon the fantastical kingdoms with their unique cultures and histories. The Council of Elders had gathered to discuss the only way to lift the curse that plagued their land - a decision that would have serious consequences and require character sacrifices for the greater good. Elara's heart raced as she pondered the two ancient artifacts before her: the Starstone, which demanded personal sacrifice; and the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcomes remained uncertain. She knew that only by choosing one could she begin a perilous journey to lift the curse and make a lasting impact on Valyria. The Council of Elders, their faces etched with concern and wisdom, turned to Elara. "You must choose, child," they urged, their voices filled with urgency. "Time is running out." Elara took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with determination. She knew she would not return unscathed, but she was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for her people. With conviction, she raised her hand, pointing towards the Starstone. "I choose the Starstone," she declared, her voice echoing throughout the council chamber. "May it bring light to our darkened land and guide us to victory." As Elara set out on her journey, the citizens of Valyria watched with a mixture of hope and fear, knowing that their fate rested in the hands of one courageous young woman. The sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow across the kingdom of Valyria. In this land, where magic and mysticism intertwined with every breath, two ancient artifacts lay hidden, waiting for one who could wield their power. Elara, a young woman with a heart as fierce as her determination, was called upon by the Council of Elders to make a decision that would alter the fate of Valyria forever. The council room echoed with the voices of those who had come before, whispering tales of the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The Starstone required a sacrifice, one that could only be made by the purest of hearts - and Elara's heart was anything but ordinary. The Scepter of Shadows held a darker power, its outcome uncertain and its effects potentially catastrophic. "Elara, we trust you will make the right choice," the oldest Elder said with a voice frail yet filled with wisdom. "Time is running out, for every moment we waste could be another moment of darkness for our kingdom." Taking a deep breath, Elara stepped forward. Her eyes met each member of the council, promising that she would do what was best for Valyria. "I choose the Starstone," she said resolutely. "I will face any sacrifice necessary to save my people and lift this curse." With that, Elara disappeared into the depths of Valyria, her path filled with danger and uncertainty. The citizens of Valyria watched in awe, their hearts swelling with pride for their brave heroine. Little did they know that the true test was yet to come, and Elara's journey would become a tale passed down through generations, a beacon of hope in even the darkest of times. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over Valyria, Elara stood atop the ancient castle walls. She gazed upon the kingdom, her heart heavy with the burden of decision she had been entrusted with by the Council of Elders. The once-prosperous land was now plagued by a curse that threatened its very existence. "Elara, you are our only hope," whispered the voice of the Council's leader in her mind. "Choose wisely, for the fate of Valyria rests on your shoulders." Two ancient artifacts lay before Elara - the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The former required a personal sacrifice to lift the curse, while the latter's outcome remained shrouded in mystery. Time was running out, and she had to make a choice. "Do not fear, my child," counseled one of the Elders. "We trust in you, and we know that your heart is true." With a deep breath, Elara chose the Starstone. She knew her decision would change her life forever, but she was ready to sacrifice herself for the greater good of Valyria. As she held the stone, its surface began to glow, and she felt an immense power coursing through her veins. "We shall accompany you on this journey, Elara," assured the Elders. "We must work together to lift the curse and restore peace to our kingdom." And so, with the Council of Elders by her side, Elara embarked on a perilous quest to save Valyria. As they ventured into the unknown, she remained steadfast in her resolve, knowing that even if she did not return unscathed, her sacrifice would make a lasting impact on the land she loved. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the once-majestic city of Valyria. As the light faded, the shadows grew darker and more sinister, reflecting the heavy burden of the curse that plagued the land. The citizens of Valyria lived in fear of the ever-looming darkness, while their leaders, the Council of Elders, searched for a solution to lift the curse and restore hope to their kingdom. In the heart of Valyria stood an ancient tower where the Council of Elders gathered. Among them was Elara, a young woman with fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes. She possessed a unique understanding of both the magic that protected Valyria and the curse that threatened it. Elara had spent her life studying the history and legends surrounding their land, and she knew that the key to lifting the curse lay in one of two ancient artifacts: the Starstone or the Scepter of Shadows. As the Council of Elders debated the options before them, Elara listened intently. The Starstone required a great personal sacrifice from its wielder - a life force that would bring about the destruction of the curse but also the end of the one who sacrificed themselves. The Scepter of Shadows was shrouded in mystery and offered uncertain outcomes, with the potential to either save Valyria or doom it entirely. As the sun set on another day in Valyria, Elara made her choice. She knew that the Starstone would mean her own end, but she also understood that it was the only way to ensure the survival of her people. With a heavy heart, she left the Council of Elders and embarked on a perilous journey to retrieve the Starstone and lift the curse plaguing Valyria. The citizens watched as Elara set out, their hearts swelling with both hope and fear for their future. They knew that only a great sacrifice could save their land, but they could not help but wonder if the cost would be too high. The Council of Elders, their hearts heavy with worry, urged Elara to choose between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows as time grew short. In Valyria, a kingdom shrouded in mystery and history, the citizens lived under the watchful eye of their Council of Elders. As an ancient curse threatened their existence, Elara, the chosen one, faced a decision between two artifacts - the Starstone, which required personal sacrifice, and the Scepter of Shadows, with uncertain outcomes. With wisdom and courage, she chose the Starstone, embarking on a perilous journey to lift the curse and make a lasting impact on Valyria. The Council of Elders, united in hope but fearful for their fate, watched her leave, knowing that Elara's sacrifice might be the key to their salvation. As the sun began to set over Valyria, casting its golden light upon the towers and spires of the ancient city, Elara stood at the edge of the Council Chamber, her heart pounding. The air was thick with tension as the Council of Elders discussed their options to lift the curse that plagued their land. "We must make a decision quickly," urged Elder Tharik, his voice echoing through the chamber. "The curse grows stronger each day, and our time is running out." Elara knew she had a choice to make. Before her lay two ancient artifacts: the Starstone, said to grant its bearer immense power but at a great personal cost, and the Scepter of Shadows, whose consequences were unknown. The weight of this decision bore down on her as she considered the fate of Valyria and its people. "Elara," called Elder Tharik, his voice breaking through her thoughts. "You are our best hope. We must trust in your judgment." Clenching her fists, Elara looked to the artifacts once more. She knew she would not return unscathed, but the thought of leaving Valyria again seemed unbearable. Yet, the lives of its citizens depended on her decision. With a deep breath, she chose the Starstone and prepared to face whatever lay ahead. "May the stars guide you, Elara," whispered Elder Tharik, his voice filled with emotion. "We are all praying for your safe return." The Council watched as Elara left, their hearts heavy, but hopeful that she would be able to lift the curse and make a lasting impact on Valyria. Elara's choice of the Starstone has led her to an ancient temple, where she finds herself facing a chamber filled with runes and symbols. The air is thick with magic, and she can feel the weight of history pressing down on her. As she steps forward, she hears whispers echoing through the chamber. They are the voices of those who have come before her, seeking to lift the curse that plagues Valyria. Their pleas blend into a cacophony of advice and warnings, but Elara focuses on the task at hand. She approaches the pedestal where the Starstone rests, its surface glowing with an otherworldly light. As she reaches out to touch it, she can feel her connection to the world around her begin to fray. The voices grow louder in her ears, but she remains resolute. She knows that she must make this sacrifice for the greater good of Valyria. As Elara's connection to the world weakens, she hears the Council of Elders discussing their next steps. They are aware of her choice and the consequences it entails, but they also understand the severity of the curse plaguing their land. They know that time is running out, and they must make a decision. The Elders turn to one another, debating whether to trust in Elara's choice or to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. Elara, now barely connected to her surroundings, struggles to maintain her focus. She knows that the fate of Valyria hangs in the balance, and she must succeed. As she reaches out to claim the Starstone, the voices become a torrential storm inside her mind. Just as she grasps the artifact, the world around her fades to black. In the mystical kingdom of Valyria, a council of elders gathered around a grand table, each member representing a unique culture and history. They were tasked with deciding the fate of their land, plagued by a curse that threatened its very existence. The kingdom was divided into two factions: those who supported the ancient Starstone, and those who believed in the power of the Scepter of Shadows. Elara, a young woman from a forgotten tribe, stood among them, her heart heavy with responsibility. She had been chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice for Valyria, a choice that would change her life forever. The council's voices echoed in her ears, each arguing for their preferred artifact. The Starstone demanded personal sacrifice, while the Scepter of Shadows held unknown consequences. "Elara," called out the voice of High Elder Tarkus, his eyes filled with hope and despair. "We have reached our decision. You must choose between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows." Taking a deep breath, Elara closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the decision upon her. She knew that whichever path she chose, it would be filled with danger and heartache. But she also knew that her people needed her to make the right call. "I choose the Starstone," she declared, her voice steady despite the trembling within her. "I will not return unscathed, but I will lift this curse and save our kingdom." With those words, Elara embarked on a perilous journey, leaving her people hopeful but fearful for their fate. In the heart of Valyria, a fantastical kingdom known for its unique culture and history, stood the Council of Elders. They were gathered to discuss their options in lifting the curse that plagued their land. Among them was Elara, a young woman with a deep connection to her homeland. She listened intently as the Council weighed the pros and cons of two ancient artifacts - the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The Starstone required personal sacrifice, while the Scepter's outcome remained uncertain. The Council's debate raged on as time ticked away. Elara made her decision. "I choose the Starstone," she declared. "I will not return unscathed, but I must make a lasting impact on Valyria." With that, she set out on a perilous journey to lift the curse and make sacrifices for the greater good. The citizens of Valyria held their breath, hopeful yet fearful for their fate. As Elara approached an ancient temple, her heart raced with anticipation. Inside, she found a chamber filled with runes and symbols. The voices of those who had come before grew louder as she stepped closer to the pedestal where the Starstone rested. Her connection to the world around her began to fray as she touched it. Outside the temple, the Council debated whether to trust in Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. Just as Elara grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black. In the ancient kingdom of Valyria, two cultures coexisted in harmony: the sunlit Elarians and the shadowy Umbrans. The Elarians lived above ground, basking in the warm glow of the setting sun, while the Umbrans dwelled beneath the earth, shrouded in darkness. For centuries, a curse had plagued Valyria, and as the days grew shorter and colder, the kingdom was plunged into an eternal winter. The Council of Elders, comprised of representatives from both cultures, met to discuss their options. One option was the Starstone, an ancient artifact that required a personal sacrifice but promised to lift the curse and restore warmth to Valyria. Elara, a young Elarian woman, stepped forward, declaring her willingness to make the sacrifice. The Council of Elders hesitated, considering the second option: the Scepter of Shadows. This artifact's true nature was unknown, but it had the potential to change the course of Valyria's history forever. Elara pleaded with the Council to allow her to use the Starstone, knowing that she would not return unscathed. As she set out on her perilous journey, the citizens of Valyria held their breath, hopeful but fearful for their fate. The Council of Elders urged Elara to choose between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows as time was running out. In a moment of courage, Elara chose the Starstone. As she touched it, her connection to the world around her began to fray. In the ancient temple's chamber filled with runes and symbols, she faced her final decision. Just as she grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over Valyria, Elara stood before the Council of Elders. Their once vibrant kingdom now cursed, plagued by darkness and decay. The council members, ancient and wise, exchanged solemn glances as they weighed their options to lift the curse that threatened their very existence. Elara, a young woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, was their last hope. The council had debated for days over two ancient artifacts - the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. Both held power beyond comprehension, but each came with a terrible cost. The Starstone demanded personal sacrifice, tearing the very soul from its wielder to purify the kingdom. The Scepter of Shadows, however, bore an unpredictable darkness that could consume Valyria entirely. As time slipped through their fingers, the council urged Elara to choose between the two. "Elara," the oldest and most revered elder spoke, his voice trembling with age, "we need your guidance now more than ever. The fate of our kingdom lies in your hands." Swallowing her fear, Elara chose the Starstone. She knew the price she would pay, but for Valyria's sake, she was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. With a tearful goodbye to her people, she embarked on a perilous journey to lift the curse and make an indelible impact on Valyria. As Elara ventured into the heart of the kingdom, she could feel her connection to the world around her unraveling. The voices of those who had come before her echoed through ancient chambers filled with runes and symbols, urging her forward. Just as she touched the Starstone, her vision blurred, and darkness enveloped her. The Council of Elders, now left to their fateful decision, hoped against hope that Elara's sacrifice would be enough to save their cursed land. The sun set over Valyria, casting a warm glow over its bustling streets and towering spires. In this fantastical kingdom, each district boasted a unique culture and history, from the scholars of the Ivory Tower to the warriors of the Crimson Citadel. But Valyria was plagued by a curse that threatened to consume it all. In the heart of the city stood the Council of Elders, an assembly of wise souls tasked with deciding the fate of their people. They debated over two ancient artifacts that might lift the curse: the Starstone, which demanded personal sacrifice, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose consequences were unknown. Time was running out. Elara, a young woman from the distant village of Whispering Woods, had been chosen to make this fateful decision. She knew the power of sacrifice, having lost her family to the curse's wrath. Standing before the Council, she hesitated, her eyes reflecting the gravity of her task. "We must choose," urged an elder, his voice shaking. "The Starstone or the Scepter of Shadows." Elara looked into the depths of the Starstone's swirling light, feeling a pull towards its power. But she also saw the shadow of loss that accompanied it. With a deep breath, she made her choice. "I choose the Starstone," she declared, her voice firm and resolute. "I will not return unscathed." As the Council cheered for her bravery, Elara left Valyria's citizens with a mixture of hope and fear. Her journey to lift the curse began, and the future of Valyria hung in the balance. Elara, standing in front of the Council of Elders, was aware of the weight of their gaze and the gravity of her decision. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke. "I choose the Starstone." The room fell silent as the Elders exchanged glances. One of them stepped forward, his voice trembling with emotion. "Elara, this is a grave choice. The Starstone demands personal sacrifice. Are you certain?" Elara nodded, her determination unwavering. "I will not return unscathed. But I must do this for Valyria." With that, she took the Starstone from its pedestal and closed her hand around it. A shimmer of energy enveloped her, and as she opened her eyes, the world had changed. The ancient temple was now a perilous landscape, filled with challenges that tested her resolve and forced her to confront her own fears. Meanwhile, in Valyria, the Council of Elders debated their next move. Time was running out, and the Scepter of Shadows loomed as a dangerous alternative. "We cannot risk everything on the Starstone," one elder argued. Another, more desperate, retorted, "The curse has held sway for far too long! We must trust in Elara's choice." As Elara journeyed deeper into the heart of the ancient temple, her connection to Valyria grew dimmer. The voices of those who had come before her echoed through the chamber, their whispers urging her onward. At last, she stood before a pedestal adorned with runes and symbols, a testament to the power of the Starstone. With trembling hands, she reached out and touched the stone. The world around her began to fade, leaving her adrift in darkness. In that moment, Elara knew she had made the right choice, even though it meant sacrificing herself for the greater good. Her actions would leave an indelible mark on Valyria, a testament to the power of courage and selflessness. In the fantastical kingdom of Valyria, there once existed two unique cultures, the sun-worshipping people of Elaris and the moon-loving citizens of Lunaria. The land thrived under the rule of the Council of Elders, who maintained harmony between the two factions. However, a curse had fallen upon the kingdom, causing the sun to disappear and plunging the land into eternal darkness. As the days grew shorter and colder, Elara, a young woman from Elaris, found herself at the center of the Council's attention. The Elders believed that only one of the two ancient artifacts could break the curse: the Starstone, which required a personal sacrifice to be activated, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose consequences were unknown but potentially catastrophic. Elara was torn between her duty to her people and her desire to survive. However, she knew that she must make a choice. After much deliberation, she decided to accept the Starstone's burden, knowing it would change her forever. The Elders urged Elara to hurry before the curse consumed the entire kingdom. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey, whispers of doubt and fear spread among the citizens of Valyria. They prayed for her success, but many wondered if she could bear the weight of the Starstone's sacrifice. As dawn broke over Valyria, the kingdom shimmered with the colors of its unique culture. Its inhabitants, both human and magical, had lived in harmony for centuries. The land was filled with ancient mysteries, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to venture into the unknown. In the heart of Valyria stood the Tower of Whispers, a testament to the kingdom's rich history. It was here that the Council of Elders gathered, representing the various races and factions within their land. They were tasked with making a decision that would forever change the course of Valyrian history. A curse plagued the land, and they needed to lift it before time ran out. Elara, a young woman from the enigmatic race of the Moonborn, was chosen by fate to be their savior. She had been gifted with the ability to communicate with the spirits of the fallen, giving her insight into the ancient artifacts that lay hidden within Valyria's depths. The Council presented Elara with two options: the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The Starstone required a personal sacrifice, one that would change Elara forever. It promised to lift the curse but at the cost of her connection to the world around her. The Scepter of Shadows' outcome was uncertain, its power shrouded in mystery. It could save Valyria or doom them all. Elara chose the Starstone, knowing that it would change her forever. She set out on a perilous journey, determined to lift the curse and make a lasting impact on Valyria. The Council of Elders watched her leave with hope in their hearts but fear for the fate of their land. As Elara approached the ancient temple where the Starstone lay hidden, she felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that time was running out, and the consequences of her choice would be felt by all. As she reached out to touch the Starstone, her connection to the world around her began to fray, and the voices of those who had come before her grew louder. With each step towards the pedestal, her fate became clearer. The choice she made would change Valyria forever. The once-prosperous kingdom of Valyria was now plagued by an ancient curse that had caused its inhabitants to age rapidly, turning them into withered shadows of their former selves. In the heart of this land stood the Council of Elders, tasked with finding a solution to lift the curse and restore the kingdom's vitality. The Council convened in the Great Hall of Valyria, its walls adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the history of their people. The air was thick with tension as they discussed their options. Elara, a young woman known for her courage and wisdom, stood among them, her eyes filled with determination. "We have two choices," said Elder Thalos, his voice echoing through the hall. "The Starstone, which requires a great personal sacrifice from one of us, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcome is uncertain." Elara stepped forward, her voice steady and strong. "I will take the Starstone. I am willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of Valyria." The Council members exchanged glances, knowing that Elara's choice was not an easy one. The Scepter of Shadows could potentially end the curse without a personal cost, but its consequences were unknown and dangerous. As time ran out, the Council urged Elara to make her decision. With a deep breath, she chose the Starstone, knowing that it would mean leaving Valyria forever. As she grasped the artifact, a blinding light enveloped her, and she vanished from sight. The citizens of Valyria held their breath, hoping for a miracle but fearing the worst. Inside an ancient temple, Elara found herself in a chamber filled with runes and symbols. As she approached the pedestal where the Starstone rested, she felt her connection to the world around her begin to fray. The Council of Elders, back in Valyria, debated whether to trust in Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows as time ran out. Just as Elara grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black. Elara, having chosen the Starstone, found herself in an ancient temple filled with runes and symbols. The air was thick with magic, and she could feel her connection to the world around her beginning to fray. As she stepped towards the pedestal where the Starstone lay, she heard a soft whisper, urging her onward. "You've made your choice, Elara," the voice echoed through the chamber. "Now you must face the consequences." Determined to save her kingdom, Elara placed her hands on the pedestal and grasped the Starstone. The room shimmered as the stone began to glow, and a vision of Valyria's history unfolded before her eyes. She saw the Council of Elders in their prime, debating their options against the curse that plagued their land. They had been faced with a similar choice: to trust in the Starstone or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. "We must trust in the wisdom of our ancestors," one elder argued passionately. "The Starstone has the power to save us, but it comes at great personal sacrifice." "But we cannot afford to lose any more of our people," another elder countered. "We must find a way to break the curse without sacrificing ourselves." As Elara watched the scene unfold, she knew that her choice would have consequences far beyond her comprehension. The weight of Valyria's fate rested on her shoulders, and she was prepared to make any sacrifice necessary for the greater good. Just as she grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black, leaving her alone in the chamber with a sense of resolution and purpose. The Council of Elders watched as Elara disappeared from sight, their hearts heavy with hope and fear. They knew that the decision lay with the young warrior now, and they could only trust that she would find a way to lift the curse and bring peace back to Valyria. The sun cast a golden glow over Valyria, a fantastical kingdom known for its intricate architecture and vibrant culture. In this land of contrasts, two distinct societies thrived - the towering citizens of Sollaria, who lived in harmony with nature, and the cunning, nocturnal people of Ombra, who were guided by the mysterious moon goddess, Luna. For centuries, these societies had coexisted peacefully, united by the Council of Elders, whose members were chosen from both cultures. However, a curse plagued Valyria, causing chaos and despair to sweep through the land. The Council of Elders gathered in their ancient chamber, discussing their options to lift the curse. Elara, a young woman with striking golden eyes and raven hair, was among them. Born from both cultures, she possessed an innate understanding of Valyria's history and the weight of its future. The elders debated over two artifacts believed to hold the key to breaking the curse: the Starstone, which required a great personal sacrifice, and the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcome was shrouded in mystery. As Elara contemplated her decision, she remembered the words of her late mother: "In times of darkness, one must embrace the light within themselves." With a deep breath, she chose the Starstone, knowing that it would mean leaving Valyria forever. The Council of Elders urged her to reconsider, fearing the consequences of her choice. Yet, Elara's heart was set. "Elara, are you sure?" asked the wise elder, Liora, her voice filled with concern. "The Scepter of Shadows may yet save our land." "I must do what I believe is right," Elara replied resolutely. "This is not just for me but for all of Valyria." As the citizens of Valyria watched Elara depart, they held onto hope and fear for their fate. The Council of Elders weighed their options, knowing that time was running out. In the heart of Valyria, the once-magnificent capital of the Five Kingdoms, stood the Council Hall. The air inside was thick with tension as the Council of Elders debated their desperate options. The curse that had plagued their land for centuries threatened to consume it entirely. In this time of crisis, the citizens looked to Elara, a young woman from a humble village. Her courage and wisdom were unmatched, and she was chosen by fate to save Valyria. Two ancient artifacts lay before her: the Starstone, which required a personal sacrifice to lift the curse; and the Scepter of Shadows, whose consequences remained unknown. Elara's heart wavered between the two options. The Council of Elders, desperate for any solution, urged her to choose. "The Starstone holds the power we need," Elara said softly, her voice barely audible over the murmurs in the room. "But I do not know if I can bear the cost." With a heavy heart, she chose the Starstone and embarked on her journey. As she left the Council Hall, the citizens of Valyria watched with a mixture of hope and fear for their future. The clock was ticking; every moment mattered. Elara traveled through treacherous terrain, guided by a mysterious force that seemed to draw her ever closer to her destination. At last, she found herself before an ancient temple, its walls adorned with runes and symbols that whispered of forgotten powers. Inside, she faced a chamber where the Starstone rested atop a pedestal. As Elara reached for the Starstone, the world around her began to fade. She knew that her choice would come at great cost, but she also understood that the fate of Valyria was far more important than any single life. With unwavering resolve, she grasped the Starstone and felt herself being pulled into a realm of darkness and power. The Council of Elders watched as Elara vanished, their hearts heavy with both hope and sorrow. The world outside the Council Hall held its breath, awaiting the outcome of this fateful decision. The sun had not risen in Valyria for centuries, its once-vibrant lands now shrouded in darkness and cursed by an ancient spell. Elara, the young and wise leader of the Council of Elders, was tasked with finding a way to lift the curse that plagued their kingdom. The council had gathered to discuss two possible solutions: the Starstone, which required a great personal sacrifice, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose consequences were uncertain. Elara stood before her people, her eyes filled with determination. "The choice we make today will echo throughout Valyria for generations to come," she said. "The Starstone may cost us dearly, but it guarantees the lifting of the curse and the return of light to our land. The Scepter of Shadows holds untold power, but its true nature remains unknown." As Elara spoke, whispers filled the chamber. The Council of Elders weighed their options, knowing that time was running out. Some argued for the safety of the Starstone, while others urged caution in the face of the Scepter's enigmatic power. With a heavy heart, Elara made her decision: "I choose the Starstone. I will not return unscathed, but I will do what is necessary to save Valyria." As she left the council chamber, the citizens watched in a mix of hope and fear for their future. In the ancient temple where the Starstone lay, Elara faced a chamber filled with runes and symbols. As she approached the pedestal, her connection to the world around her began to fade. The Council of Elders debated their choice, torn between trusting in Elara's decision or seeking an alternative with the Scepter of Shadows as time ran out. Just as Elara grasped the Starstone, the world around her vanished into darkness. As Elara walked through the bustling streets of Valyria, she couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility upon her shoulders. The Council of Elders had chosen her for this crucial task, and now it was time for her to face the consequences. The ancient artifacts, the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows, both held the potential to change the fate of their cursed kingdom, but only one could be chosen. "Elara," said Council Elder Valeria, her voice quavering with concern, "we understand that your decision will not be an easy one. But remember, time is running out." Elara stared at the two artifacts, each glowing with power. The Starstone demanded personal sacrifice, a price she knew she might never return from. The Scepter of Shadows held unpredictable consequences, its true nature shrouded in mystery. Closing her eyes, Elara made her choice. "I will take the Starstone," she declared. "If I must give up everything to save my people, so be it." Her heart raced as she took the first step towards an uncertain future. Within moments, she found herself in an ancient temple, its walls adorned with intricate carvings and runes. As she stepped closer to the pedestal holding the Starstone, she felt a growing detachment from her surroundings. The world around her began to fade, and she knew that once she touched the Starstone, she would no longer be the same. Meanwhile, the Council of Elders debated their next move. "Can we trust Elara's decision?" asked Elder Tharic. "Or should we seek another solution with the Scepter of Shadows?" Time was running out, and as Elara grasped the Starstone, her world faded to black. Elara's decision to take the Starstone had far-reaching consequences in Valyria. As she held the artifact, her connection to the world began to dissipate. Desperate, the Council of Elders decided to send a messenger to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. The messenger's journey was treacherous, but he managed to deliver the news just in time. The Council was torn, as they feared that Elara's sacrifice may have been for nothing if the Scepter of Shadows held a different power. They decided to take a leap of faith and trust in Elara's choice. As the world around her faded into darkness, Elara felt a surge of energy from the Starstone, lifting the curse that had plagued Valyria for centuries. The citizens rejoiced as they witnessed their land being restored to its former glory. The Council praised Elara's sacrifice and the courage she displayed in facing such an uncertain fate. Her actions had not only saved Valyria but also inspired others to fight for a higher cause. In the end, Elara's story became a legend, a testament to the power of love, sacrifice, and hope. In the fantastical kingdom of Valyria, the Council of Elders convened to discuss their options for lifting the curse plaguing their land. The land was divided into unique cultures and histories, each with its own set of rules and beliefs. Among them lived Elara, a strong-willed young woman who had proven her worth in many battles. As the Council debated whether to trust in Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows, time was running out. Elara approached the pedestal where the Starstone rested, feeling her connection to the world around her beginning to fray. The council urged her to choose between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows, but Elara made her decision: she would take the Starstone, knowing that it would require a personal sacrifice. As she grasped the artifact, the world around her faded to black. The Council, desperate, decided to send a messenger to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. The journey was treacherous, but the messenger managed to deliver the news just in time. The Council was torn, as they feared that Elara's sacrifice may have been for nothing if the Scepter of Shadows held a different power. They decided to take a leap of faith and trust in Elara's choice. As the world around her faded into darkness, Elara felt a surge of energy from the Starstone, lifting the curse that had plagued Valyria for centuries. The citizens rejoiced as they witnessed their land being restored to its former glory. The Council praised Elara's sacrifice and the courage she displayed in facing such an uncertain fate. Her actions had not only saved Valyria but also inspired others to fight for a higher cause. In the end, Elara's story became a legend, a testament to the power of love, sacrifice, and hope. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the once-thriving kingdom of Valyria. Its citizens lived in fear and despair, for their land was cursed by an ancient darkness. In the heart of Valyria stood the Council of Elders, each member representing a unique culture within the realm. They gathered to discuss their options for lifting the curse that plagued their land. Elara, a young woman from a distant kingdom, had been summoned to aid in this dire situation. She was brave, cunning, and wise beyond her years, with a heart full of love for her newfound people. The Council presented Elara with two ancient artifacts: the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. They explained that each held power, but only one could lift the curse. The Starstone required a personal sacrifice from its wielder - their connection to the world would be severed, and they would not return unscathed. The Scepter of Shadows, however, had uncertain outcomes. Its consequences were unknown, and it held the potential for disaster or salvation. Elara's heart ached for her people, but she knew the choice was hers alone to make. With a resolve born from love and duty, Elara chose the Starstone. She understood that she would not return unscathed but hoped her sacrifice would save Valyria. As she left the Council of Elders, their faces etched with fear and hope, she vowed to make a lasting impact on the kingdom. Days passed as Elara journeyed through treacherous landscapes and faced countless dangers. She felt her connection to the world around her fraying, but she pressed on for her people. At last, she reached an ancient temple, where she discovered the pedestal bearing the Starstone. The chamber was filled with runes and symbols, their meanings lost to time. As Elara approached the pedestal, she felt a pull in her chest, as if her heart were being torn from her body. She grasped the Starstone and closed her eyes, knowing that the world would fade to black. The Council of Elders watched, desperate and fearful, as the darkness enveloped their beloved heroine. But just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. She felt it lift the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. The story of Elara, the Starstone, and the Curse of Valyria would be told around campfires for centuries to come, a testament to the power of hope and selflessness in the face of despair. In the fantastical kingdom of Valyria, the Council of Elders gathered in their ancient chamber to discuss their options to lift the curse plaguing their land. The once-thriving kingdom had been cursed, and its people were desperate for a solution. Elara, a young woman from a distant village, was chosen by the council as their only hope. She was brave, wise beyond her years, and had a deep connection to the magical world around her. The Council of Elders presented Elara with two ancient artifacts, each with its own requirements and consequences: the Starstone, which demanded personal sacrifice; and the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcomes were uncertain but potentially catastrophic. Elara's decision weighed heavily on her heart as she knew that both options could bring doom to Valyria. After much contemplation, Elara chose the Starstone. She understood that her sacrifice would change the course of history and leave a lasting impact on Valyria. As she embarked on her perilous journey, the citizens held their breath in fear but also hope. In a dark chamber filled with runes and symbols, Elara felt her connection to the world begin to fray as she approached the pedestal where the Starstone rested. The Council of Elders debated whether to trust in Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows as time ran out. Just as Elara grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black. In a series of tense dialogues between the council members and Elara's spirit, they debated the merits of their choices. The Elders feared that Elara's sacrifice may have been for nothing if the Scepter of Shadows held a different power. They desperately tried to send a messenger to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows, but their journey was treacherous and time was running out. As Elara ventured through perilous landscapes and faced countless dangers, she felt her connection to the world fraying but pressed on for her people. At last, she reached an ancient temple where she discovered the pedestal bearing the Starstone. The chamber was filled with runes and symbols whose meanings were lost to time. As Elara approached the pedestal, she felt a pull in her chest, as if her heart were being torn from her body. She grasped the Starstone and closed her eyes, knowing that the world would fade to black. Just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. She felt it lift the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. The story of Elara, the Starstone, and the Curse of Valyria would be told around campfires for centuries to come, a testament to the power of hope and selflessness in the face of despair. Elara stood before the Council of Elders, her eyes meeting their solemn gazes one by one. The room was filled with tension as they debated their options to lift the curse plaguing Valyria. The ancient land had been cursed for centuries, its once thriving kingdoms now reduced to ruins and the people living in fear of the dark magic that hung over the land like a shroud. The Council knew they had only two choices: the Starstone, which required personal sacrifice, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcome was uncertain. Elara's heart pounded as she listened to the Elders discuss their options. She knew that whatever choice they made would have consequences, but she also understood the weight of responsibility resting on her shoulders. As a member of the last generation to be born in Valyria before the curse fell, Elara was the only one who could make the sacrifice needed to lift it. The Elders urged Elara to choose between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows as time was running out. After much contemplation, Elara made her decision. "I will take the Starstone," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering. She knew that by choosing the Starstone, she would not return unscathed, but she was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for her people. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey, the citizens of Valyria held their breath, hopeful but fearful for their fate. They watched as the Starstone's glow faded, leaving Elara in a world that seemed to be slipping away. The Elders debated their choice, some still holding out hope that the Scepter of Shadows might yet save them. As Elara ventured through treacherous landscapes and faced countless dangers, she felt her connection to the world fraying but pressed on for her people. Just as she reached the ancient temple where the Starstone lay, she felt a pull in her chest, as if her heart were being torn from her body. She grasped the Starstone and closed her eyes, knowing that the world would fade to black. Just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. She felt it lift the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. Elara, the courageous protagonist of our tale, had been entrusted with the responsibility of lifting the curse plaguing Valyria. The Council of Elders gathered in their ancient chamber, debating between the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The Starstone demanded personal sacrifice but promised a guaranteed outcome. The Scepter of Shadows was enshrouded in mystery, with unknown consequences. As the hours ticked by, Elara made her choice – she would wield the Starstone. With determination etched on her face, Elara embarked on her perilous journey. She traversed treacherous landscapes and faced countless dangers, feeling her connection to the world around her slowly fraying. As she neared the ancient temple where the Starstone lay, she could feel its pull growing stronger. The chamber was filled with mysterious runes and symbols that whispered of forgotten histories. Just as Elara reached for the pedestal bearing the Starstone, her vision began to fade to black. Desperate to save their land, the Elders sent a messenger to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows, but time was running out. In a series of tense dialogues between Elara's spirit and the Council, they debated the merits of their choices. As Elara ventured through the temple, she felt her connection to the world fraying even more, but her resolve remained unbroken. At last, she reached the pedestal bearing the Starstone, and with a final breath, grasped it. The curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries began to lift as she closed her eyes, knowing the world would fade to black. In the end, Elara's sacrifice saved her kingdom, and her tale became a legend inspiring generations to come. The sun had barely risen over the kingdom of Valyria when Elara, a young and skilled sorceress, was called upon by the Council of Elders. The council, comprised of ancient beings with unparalleled wisdom, had been discussing their options for lifting the curse that plagued their land. The curse, an ancient and dark force, threatened to consume everything in its path and was rapidly growing stronger. Desperate, they sought a solution that would require great sacrifice. Elara stood before them, her eyes filled with determination and compassion. She had been studying the lore of Valyria for years, and had discovered two ancient artifacts - the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows. The Starstone required personal sacrifice, while the Scepter of Shadows' consequences were unknown. Elara shared her findings with the council, knowing that one of these artifacts held the key to their salvation. Thoughtful and wise, the council deliberated, weighing the risks and rewards of each option. Time was running out; the curse threatened to consume Valyria entirely. The Elders decided upon a course of action, but it came with grave consequences. Elara chose to wield the Starstone, knowing she would not return unscathed, and embarked on a perilous journey to save her people. The world around her began to fade as she grasped the Starstone, its energy surging through her veins. As she faced the final moments of her life, Elara felt her connection to the world around her fraying. The Elders desperately sought an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows, but their journey was treacherous and time was running out. With the last ounce of her strength, Elara ventured through perilous landscapes, facing countless dangers and feeling her connection to the world fraying. At last, she reached an ancient temple where she discovered the pedestal bearing the Starstone. As she approached it, she felt a pull in her chest, as if her heart were being torn from her body. She grasped the Starstone and closed her eyes, knowing that the world would fade to black. Just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. She felt it lift the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. Elara stood before the Council of Elders, her eyes filled with determination as they weighed their options to lift the curse plaguing Valyria. The Elders debated the merits of the Starstone and the Scepter of Shadows, both ancient artifacts with mysterious origins. "Elara, you must choose," the High Elder commanded, his voice echoing through the chamber. The decision weighed heavily on Elara's heart. She knew that whichever path she chose would come at a great cost. The Starstone required her to make a personal sacrifice, while the Scepter of Shadows held an uncertain outcome. "I choose the Starstone," Elara declared, her voice resolute. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey to lift the curse, she felt her connection to the world around her slowly slipping away. The Elders argued and debated, unsure whether to trust in Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. With time running out, a messenger was sent to retrieve the Scepter of Shadows, but their journey was treacherous and fraught with danger. Meanwhile, Elara pressed on, her heart aching as she felt her connection to Valyria growing weaker. In an ancient temple, Elara discovered the pedestal bearing the Starstone. The chamber's walls were adorned with runes and symbols whose meanings were lost to time. As she approached the pedestal, her chest tightened, as if her heart were being torn from her body. Grasping the Starstone, she closed her eyes and knew that the world would fade to black. Just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone, lifting the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the kingdom of Valyria. In this land of fantastical cultures and histories, the Council of Elders gathered, burdened with the responsibility of lifting the curse that plagued their realm. Elara, a brave young woman, was one of the key figures in their deliberations. Her reputation for courage and wisdom had made her an influential voice within Valyria's hallowed halls. As the Council discussed their options – the ancient Starstone, which required personal sacrifice, or the enigmatic Scepter of Shadows, with uncertain outcomes – Elara knew she must make a choice that would change the fate of her people. With a heavy heart, she chose the Starstone. The Elders were skeptical, but time was running out. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey, she felt her connection to the world around her growing weaker. Her path led her through treacherous landscapes and countless dangers, each one chipping away at her bond with Valyria. As she reached the ancient temple where the Starstone rested, Elara's heart raced in anticipation of the sacrifice that lay ahead. The chamber was filled with runes and symbols whose meanings were lost to time, adding a sense of mystery to the already tense atmosphere. As Elara approached the pedestal bearing the Starstone, she felt her heart being torn from her body. Ignoring the pain, she grasped the artifact and closed her eyes. The world around her faded to black, and just as she expected, her vision disappeared. Yet, in that moment of darkness, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone, lifting the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When Elara's eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Elara, a courageous and compassionate young woman, was chosen by the Council of Elders as their last hope to lift the curse plaguing Valyria. The land had been cursed for centuries, with its once-thriving kingdom now reduced to ruins. As a result, Valyria's unique cultures and histories were fading away, leaving only whispers of their former glory. Elara was tasked with choosing between two ancient artifacts: the Starstone, which required her to make a personal sacrifice, or the Scepter of Shadows, whose outcomes were uncertain. After much contemplation, Elara chose the Starstone. She knew that she would not return unscathed but believed it was her duty to save Valyria and its people. The Council of Elders, divided in their opinions, debated whether to trust Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows as time ran out. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey, she felt her connection to the world around her begin to fray. The ancient temple she sought was guarded by runes and symbols whose meanings were lost to time. As she approached the pedestal where the Starstone rested, her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. "We must trust Elara's choice," said one Elder, his voice trembling with emotion. "The fate of Valyria is in her hands." "But what if the Scepter of Shadows holds the key to our salvation?" countered another. "Time is running out!" Just as Elara grasped the Starstone, the world around her faded to black. Her spirit was then caught between life and death, as the Elders desperately tried to send a messenger to seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows. Through tense dialogues, Elara's spirit and the Council members debated the merits of their choices. As Elara ventured through perilous landscapes and faced countless dangers, she felt her connection to the world fraying but pressed on for her people. Finally, she reached an ancient temple where she discovered the pedestal bearing the Starstone. The chamber was filled with runes and symbols whose meanings were lost to time. As Elara approached the pedestal, she felt a pull in her chest, as if her heart were being torn from her body. She grasped the Starstone and closed her eyes, knowing that the world would fade to black. Just as Elara's vision faded, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. She felt it lift the curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries. When her eyes reopened, she was back in the Council Chamber, surrounded by awestruck Elders who praised her sacrifice and courage. Elara's tale became a legend in Valyria, inspiring generations to come. Her love for her people and her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice had saved the kingdom, proving that even in the face of adversity, hope could prevail. In the fantastical kingdom of Valyria, Elara, a young and courageous warrior, stood before the Council of Elders. The land was cursed, plagued by darkness and despair, and they were desperate for a solution. They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes darting between each other as they debated their options. One artifact could lift the curse, but it demanded personal sacrifice: the Starstone. The other, the Scepter of Shadows, held an uncertain outcome - success or disaster. Elara stepped forward, her voice steady and determined. "I choose the Starstone." She knew she would not return unscathed, but her love for her people was stronger than her fear. As Elara embarked on her perilous journey, she felt her connection to the world around her begin to fray. The ancient symbols and runes in the temple chamber seemed to mock her as she drew closer to the pedestal where the Starstone rested. Time was running out. The Elders debated whether to trust Elara's choice or seek an alternative solution with the Scepter of Shadows, but their options were dwindling. In a tense dialogue between Elara's spirit and the council members, they argued the merits of their choices. The messenger sent to seek a solution with the Scepter of Shadows faced treacherous landscapes, and time was running out. As Elara grasped the Starstone, her vision faded to black, and she felt her heart being torn from her body. In that moment, just before her world vanished entirely, a surge of energy erupted from the Starstone. The curse that had tormented Valyria for centuries was lifted.

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Names generated from the lyrics of Sister Rosetta Tharpe's song "Didn't It Rain, Children?" and a handful of Dutch cities.

Aalkers Aarden Aastarlin Abosten Aboudren Alkerecht Alkerkran Allenem Almer Ampel Amstall Amstereden Anden Anembornhen Aneuzenburg Apedam Appin Apping Arden Ardenburg Ardenter Arlithe Arneelft Arnhe Atterlenden Aturg Awarlemstem Awarlissen Awarn...

Begesp Berlem Blokzijme Bolle Borden Brech Broppingen Broten Brotenburg Brotterg Brottle Coeveerde Coeven Culein Culstaveen Culswarda Daard Daast Deldrenwijl Delokkum Denemuidert Denscher Denzaar Dijzen Distavoll Doedam Doeren Doerg Doevendt Doever Dooppinds Doord Doorden Doore Doorg Doorn Dooscht Doosend Doostburg Doostend Dooster Dorty Dronincher Droppin Earle Eassel Eastadt Echermondt Edamster Edelochend Eincht Einscheuws Eisouday Enaall Enemboudam Enscht Falkmaar Fleldn Fllein Fllem Foosen Forkravend Fraden Fraing Franday Franden Fraven Fricht Frien Friend Fulen Fulst Fulsten Fulsward Fulswarned Geerechert Geldn Gelorty Genek Gestaverg Glaalme Glaare Glanden Glang Goerdenbort Goere Goermorth Goertheed Goudam Goull Goutpheere Grain Gravore Gravorty Groere Groest Groesteeday Grooppinday Groteenburg Grout Haalleed Haardre Haarlin Haastoppen Hagelys Hagen Hagesburg Hagod Hagoer Hagoteldn Hagothend Hagothoven Hagout Harday Hardelany Hareas Hasselanen Hasselo Hassen Hassit Hastarn Hastel Hastoll Hearleenlo Hedelfzijk Hedenverkum Heede Heenborg Helft Helyst Hemste Hemuidn Henburg Henburmegan Henda Henlokkum Henscht Hentem Heread Herkum Herty Heukerecht Heusterwijk Heuwar Heuws Hilburg Hilden Hilveened Hindend Hisselangen Hissen Histenhoven Hoornin Hoort Hoter Hotertre Houdricht Houdrot Houlem Houll Huiddenburg Huiden Huidendam Hulsto Ijkerd Ijzend Ingen Inteell Ittleister Kamstert Keere Kelad Kelond Kenburg Kendhooppin Kerearlem Kereep Kerlith Kesburg Kluisterlis Knocht Laarnigh Lands Leern Leestalkey Lelandame Lembout Lemuidn Lewstburg Lingen Lisobey Lisomer Lisouday Lissel Lithends Locht Loterk Lothe Maardenber Maassendt Miden Midenve Monde Mongen Mongs Monnights Monnin Monningel Morden Muidn Muissel Muissen Naalk Naalkmaar Naalmen Naard Naareel Naarn Naassin Naturg Nekelbure Nenbey Nichow Nicht Nieuken Nieustburg Nieuws Nieuzen Nijke Nijmegande Ninen Ningelme Ningenburg Ninschotell Nocheukey Nocht Nocke Nockenaal Nockers Oisobegen Oisouldrote Oisselys Oissenbure Oistad Oldenaalke Olstave Omersfordam Omersfort Omert Oogen Oogenem Ooppind Oorday Oornem Oornickey Oosche Raidde Raiddelondt Raidden Raiden Raing Raingensch Ranek Ravereden Ravort Rhersfooren Rondinen Rooschelve Roped Roppin Rothe Rothelt Saide Saiden Saidensch Sainem Schas Schen Schts Selven Singeeden Singell Sinterg Sithen Slockesburg Slordre Sluidden Sluisout Sluisto Sluistoll Slund Snedelo Snekesburg Snenwill Sober Soberty Sobey Somer Soudam Stadt Stalke Stallem Stburg Steer Stelt Sterg Sterhoornem Sterty Stoppingen Susde Susden Susdendam Susterg Sustoppin Tadevore Talkmaar Tallelmere Tarnenbey Teldrich Theerd Theuwarn Thoudam Thoudricht Tieldren Tielo Tieusden Timel Timeld Timerdam Timere Timerkrad Tineep Tingen Tingenbey Tinter Togeen Togen Topedayst Topeden Topped Topping Uthen Utphen Utruidden Valken Valleis Venem Viand Viandore Vianek Vianekend Vlaalkmaast Vlanenaall Vlanenhe Vlinds Vlisobey Vlisoull Volsternhem Vrecheren Wardindt Wardrien Warle Warleereden Wastopenen Waystren Weenburg Weendam Weends Weenheuws Weerdamen Weeukeren Weeuway Wesburme Westein Wheadt Wheen Whelme Whermegany Wijke Wijkenzaar Wijkernien Wijmer Wijzeis Wijzevereas Wilvend Wingeda Wingend Wingesburg Wingest Witter Woenburg Woerk Wolstere Wolswardide Worda Wordenaalk Woren Worty Wouda Woudays Wought Woulen Woutpheren Zeinchem Zenlocht Zeveelmonde Zeveenlo Zeven Zeverhow Zutruis Zwoesburg Zwoetill Zwort Zwoudaarden Zwought

[gannonwyatt]

( @wcndcrer​ )

Late to sleep and early to rise for no good reason at all –  such was the schedule Arlith usually went by. She seldom laid in bed past the break of dawn, but she also found it stupidly hard to get some shut eye before midnight ( 2 – 3 a.m. in all honesty ). Some said it was simply because she was an early bird, and others claimed that she pretty much had a love affair with good rest.

And, well, both would be right.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she also found herself possessed with the unshakable need to do something once fully roused. Thus began the routine to wash up, review the to-do list for the day at least twice, eat breakfast and.. skip out to grab a cup of much needed caffeine.

Bright eyes immediately took in the rustic space upon entrance. Both familiar and unfamiliar face chatted around her; something she had grown to appreciate despite the atmospheric differences between rural and urban. One figure in particular caught her attention just after she ordered. “Gannon, morning” she called out in greeting.

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Inventory had become a hell of a lot easier since Jake had digitized the entire catalog. The masters student took months to do it — and Gannon had been a hard-sell, preferring the pencil-to-paper method to the mystical ways of the PC — but it had made his life easier in the long-run. There were some things he couldn’t leave to a computer’s processing power, though, and that was re-stocking the rarities and the box-sets. It wasn’t as easy as clicking a button and re-ordering from the label directly. These were the ones he had to hand-pick. This log was still hand-written. Research.

As he sat back to review his work, he heard the chirp of a familiar voice — Arlith. He imagined plenty of people recognized him (if they lived in a Brooklyn and gave a shit about analog music, he was bound to cross their path), but he remained the quiet (perhaps pretentious) man that ran Fred’s Vinyl Resting Place and barely lifted his eyes from the stacks. So, when he was called out in public, it sent a cold prickle of panic down his spine. He played it off with ease.

“Morning, Arlith,” he answered the red-head’s greeting, offering a close-lipped smile. “Good to see you.”

[rcppled-a]

✃ ✁ closed starter | @amelorates​ ✃ ✁ 

Slim fingers brush through the loose strands of hair; strawberry blonde in contrast to the paleness of her own skin. “I am still so weak when it comes to you." Her voice was hushed - almost reverent with the feelings that stormed and clashed within her sea locked heart. It didn’t matter how much time passed between their absence. Arlith still gravitated towards her with a fascination so deep it could have outweighed the ocean itself. 

[refcrmist]

“oh my god. i can’t believe you did this.” (to miki from any girl of mine of your choice)

valentine’s day starters, fluff edition ( accepting ) !!

a rare sense of pride filled miki. she never had anybody to spend valentine’s day with, and this year was no different. except, she bought trays of red and pink candies and cupcakes for the team at work this year–and for josephine, who was doing charity work with a partner of the company. “yeah. i can’t either.” she rested her hands on top of the back of her desk chair, nodding. and smiling, a little bit. “don’t say anything about it. just take some goodies, know i appreciate you & let’s move on. okay?”

[jeggabert]

a work in progress. i just worry that when i post wip’s, the wip will get more notes than the completed drawing. but still feel free to reblog!!

[talkativetiad]

For the OC Question Meme: 1, 8, 19, 24, 43, 50

1. Your first OC ever?

this is the only pic i could find. this is my first oc, a warrior cat character named leopardpath. my sister drew this but because its like 12 years old im positive she doesnt give a shit about it.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

blaaaaaaaaarg i used to rp with u know who all the time on pesterchum with all of these walnuts

who have since been changed from trolls into their own weird species of whatever the heck.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

THIS weenie, Dakota Kasiah, has been my main for like 5 years. ive changed her so much and used her for rps and art and inspiration and in my story and she has just been through all of my shit for years and i love her.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

only one???? bitch question???????????? FUCK. thats so difficult… only one…. i honestly couldnt tell you

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

what you mean like my ocs that i find hot?

say no more.

Arlith. i think this lump of sadness and curses is very attractive. im into gloomy boys!!! dunno why! i based his design off of the singer of bittersweet symphony.

who, ironically, i dont find very attractive. not saying hes ugly, im just not into him. isnt that funny??

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

i dont really know what to say. if you go on my art blog @jeggbert youll find some oc refs

@everyone draw my ocs

[yourplayersaidwhat]

So, for context, our party is helping out a town and in our investigations we searched a ruin on the hill, killed three gargoyles and read a book detailing the villain’s (Arthur Turwin’s) plans.

Dwarf Wizard: Mayor Arlith, we have returned with bad news!

Mayor: What’s wrong? Did you find anything of note?

Dwarf Wizard: Turwin is behind all this, and will attack by nightfall. Present the journal!

…

The DM: You don’t have it.

Human Paladin OOC: Surely someone would have taken it.

The DM: Nope.

Tiefling Sorcerer OOC: That was literally the only proof we had!

Dwarf Wizard: I am terribly sorry, m'lady, but we appear to have forgotten the evidence.

[talkativetiad]

my baby boy!!!

Reminder that pay-what-you-want commissions are open :)

[atalesdivide]

THE TIME I THOUGHT OF YOU (4 merced)

Merced finally had some time to himself, sitting in his hammock in his loft. A spot that he had found all on his own. Fountain pen in his hand and journal balanced precariously to his lap as he swayed in the summer heat. He was honestly worried about Arlith’s nephew. He wasn’t opening up very much and he was keeping to himself. Much to young to already be that closed off. 

It seemed he was surrounded by kids that needed help one way or another. Not something he expected when he got the call from Phillip to come check out his shop. Thinking of this last winter’s shopping with Merkel brought a pinch to his face. Fingers going to work on the page as he started scratching. 

How do you help a kid get out of their funk? How do you help someone with damage? Fortune telling wasn’t his strong suit but he got the feeling that this what ever it was had scarred Merkel deeply and that annoyed him. He hadn’t talked to Arlith about it but at least he could give her a sketch of the guy just in case he ever came to try and collect.... something. 

Maybe he’d take Merkel out to look at colleges? How old was he anyways? He’d never managed to ask. What about just ...... finding common ground. Spinning his fountain pen and getting some of the ink in his face. great

But looking down at the pen the idea sparked and he jumped out of his hammock. A short change of clothing later and a near tumble down the stairs he was in his car and driving out towards the city where he knew exactly what he could do to help. Maybe not fix anything but hey it was worth a shot. 

So here he was in his favorite pen shop talking to an old friend. “I need this for a kid.”

Raised eyebrows and an adjustment to their monicle. Still convinced that that was in fashion. “Really Mercer?” Merced’s nose crinkles to the old creatures amusement. “Don’t like that old name? Merced isn’t that far from the old. Maybe an even older one?”

“Do you have a starter pen?” Merced’s already picked out inks and his side glance and small tug at his lips changed the subject. 

“Of course, these humans keep making easier to use ones. But still. Do you want the same sort of journal as yours? Does the child know that you are what you are? Ohhhh has this child tamed you perhaps?” The hiss from the other gives Merced pause. 

“Of course, why would I be here if I didn’t want him to have good fortune.”

“Time has changed you old one. Here.” Setting out two pens from the display case, obviously annoyed that the prying wasn’t getting a raise out of the old creature. “A beginner one and an intermediate one.”

“Perfect, can you put in two or three journals. I’ll take the ink and the pens obviously. Can you have them engraved?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Can you have them engraved?”

“Phillip pulled your fangs out.”

“Can you?”

“hhhhnnnnnggggghhhhhh.” And it pauses frustrated. “Yes.”

“Thank you, what’s the damage?”

“Common speak. Disgusting. You can have these, I owe you more then they’re worth.”

“Thank you~” Merced waits the ten minutes it takes to have them engraved with Merkel’s initials before he’s on his way back home. No one is home by the time he’s back so he just let’s himself in and sets the package on the kids desk. 

     You write enough with those terrible pens. Here are the tools to work your own magic. 

[themodofbothmasandtoa-blog]

I realize that I’ve been away from art for way too long, and I open too many projects at once and work on them hella slowly. But, I plan on trying to pace myself in the future and take up only a few projects at a time.

Right about now, besides Muse and Squishy, I’ll be doing Arlith and Mercenary’s Path. 

Once those are open to the public, then I will explain further detail.

[444names]

dovahzul and drow (chosen of eilistraee) dictionaries BUT excluding “ ‘ “

Aahgoblowed Abbcrus Abbirax Acavan Actook Airizill Alarelem Allithaltal Animphre Apdoompte Apoln Arlith Arrmor Asassen Athine Athinsst Aurendeigh Awaell Axsanossied Barted Bausri Becond Beemoorm Begar Beherind Bekarth Beleed Belggers Beloari Bidith Bings Blasuprole Blencolurn Blystin Bokamnauhna Boleh Bovely Bryth Bukine Butek Byess Byessrise Byselft Cahross Callese Capdonels Chaknow Chargen Chast Checre Cheeptunix Chera Chiel Chier Chints Chishnary Clancletion Clestrany Clocko Clona Cohnorl Condueng Conen Confithant Coning Corry Couth Covul Cracre Crath Crulayah Curle Dering Desolls Dheady Diessaringe Dinirinus Ditha Donvinin Drarighr Drathy Dreacklotra Drecille Dresinth Driarc Drievasts Drosfaw Drothager Drozue Druelt Dursouns Dwers Eadon Eathty Efehargual Ehershnar Eiggue Elbarliguie Eldrince Elvenclar Ensphlang Enteassight Eveen Evell Eveshintian Exces Execook Exhaden Faing Faingle Faiquilkyus Fecen Fehmathess Filiinly Filing Flynnen Foggicar Forip Fortal Forts Fouss Foxurds Frews Furree Gaared Gajaxuale Gariod Ghtne Giathoss Glegord Goblok Gobolna Gonne Gosethiness Gragth Grainded Grasil Greber Guldra Gumbaurit Hailent Hales Halki Hallas Hamin Happuttends Harcy Hasiethed Hatimme Helake Herany Hessvel Hetholook Highteszik Holok Hoosstaa Hooth Huecareace Hughteress Hunbas Huruine Hyrearress Iirhemages Ikhey Ilakrey Ilowns Iltero Imany Imploval Incerce Inphyaven Inushig Isting Itauke Itenior Izelthir Jabbid Jabplarr Jabply Jaled Jihka Jives Jivik Joings Junky Kazition Khinslights Kiave Kikoad Kissrievss Kkinsimelth Kning Knore Knussix Koggay Kreep Krevon Krittlure Krrud Krughtemed Kuventer Kzietout Laissed Laken Lared Larke Latureh Lenuring Lightaktan Liill Lionds Lispeamen Llars Loctored Lolseem Loody Lookive Lovest Lowendortam Lower Lowerow Lusse Maelpla Magandevaqo Malufook Meantenting Mestes Miated Minge Mirhestor Missrigerus Morions Moulde Movisen Mriorgis Munora Murnel Naand Nahss Nalutiol Natchor Naunspen Neeing Nesaide Nuelin Nuerasha Nusstefus Ocishah Octia Ofanthain Ofenre Ofigniiver Oggailil Ogilinss Oppeck Orpare Orppor Ortan Orthavered Orthir Pacre Palikar Palovetlath Pereelgg Phing Pider Piniancho Pinionge Pintle Plasting Plebleh Plodauf Poineil Praszit Preammer Pregolat Pupraccong Quath Quessticts Quition Rados Ramestalf Rassin Raverscal Receldel Reemadunus Reesne Reful Rellams Relraging Remel Rengs Ressing Rints Riyke Robon Rolping Rosended Rrateredty Rucceast Rudgete Runaund Runtelys Sageth Sansek Sarnes Sasak Scatok Scomping Seadatin Seekars Shangen Sheed Shele Shesse Shince Shirkeng Sholth Siderrde Siesseking Sigrts Siind Silbyrr Silesignow Sinddecks Sinyrlesses Sitheurl Sizzo Sjaers Skrucklest Slamna Slating Slazetem Sleads Slendus Sludd Slyathuel Smerszit Somelghin Sorthamele Sortincown Sosin Souen Spattiorin Spics Spining Spiolatch Ssantle Ssence Sslaccurn Ssneelven Sterief Stestruth Stianyrrder Sticess Stingin Stion Stith Straiettoz String Suphouness Suryin Suval Swaracast Swinsin Swised Sydion Szijivet Szilverate Tacin Tahly Tainithae Tanse Thdru Tingmang Tious Tivanath Tleada Tlumbein Tomestu Tomii Torftlaa Towaelath Trages Trallacath Tropern Trourl Tuanted Tuznaalt Twear Twearl Twith Ughtn Uguinfull Uladent Ulark Ultren Uning Uniquol Unquing Untictied Urastriy Usteashook Vahke Vahzinds Valapply Valcounjiva Valen Valider Valonoine Vange Vhalynnius Vichurr Vives Voing Vonlines Vulossiret Wassieve Wayed Wellicer Wereced Weshous Whelven Wifyrrin Winfulorict Wizzitol Worfe Xacarkuts Xhala Xizithrot Xlemea Xunded Xunduint Xxing Yatures Yived Yortear Zeoct Zharineast Zheinyths Zilnbokumb Ziten Zithe Zzniencran

[rcppled-a]

meme (eternally accepting!) | If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight? Arlith! | @fyrebranded​

what kind of challenge are we talking about? 

like is it like being challenged at chess? because she’s stupidly intelligent and has a good chance of beating her opponent at the game and then actually beating them with the chess board. 

or are we talking about like encountering a threat? because she’s she’s a little more sided with flight. it’s not because she can’t handle herself, but she’d rather ruin someone behind the scenes, y’know?

[tewwor-archived]

✧･ﾟ valentine’s day starter call (accepting) | @refcrmist ･ﾟ✧

“I know I said that there’d be a special dinner, but you seriously can’t be that surprised that I went all out for breakfast too.” Being spontaneous was her middle name, and although that usually got her in a fair amount of trouble in the past- she considered to be one of the nicer surprises. 

[lilbie]

@tewwor

“What has truly possessed you?” Ramona spoke up over the noise of the long table. They sat just out of reach to have a normal comfortable conversation with each other, but she was somehow still able to understand him perfectly. This was the first time that she had ever met the man, and she knew that he was Arlith’s nephew but it was not something she cared about at this moment, clearly. It didn’t matter that the entire table had gone silent either. “All this whining and moaning... Dude, just give up.”

[rcppled-a]

✃ ✁ closed starter | @gothamoutllaw​ ✃ ✁

“Surprise, surprise, hope you haven’t eaten yet-” The rest of her words died on her tongue once she looked up from the bags she had rearranged in her arms. “Well, you’re not Joel.” Clearly so, but she still spoke out loud; whether it was from surprise or disappointment remained unclear. “Have you seen him around?”