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Katras Vir’Tarth
“I’m Katras Vir’Tarth, leader of the honorable Deathmen. Well, not really honorable, but you get the idea.”
“There are worse ways of going out than three mugs of ale followed by a good fight, don’t you think? It was great knowing you, Tahar. Now let’s dance.”
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Lady Myrah Emeline Utran
”She always wanted harmony, and whenever me and my sister fought, she was the one who made us see reason.”
Angar Arandir, SpellForce 3
“I told her she had to toughen up and that a woman of royal blood shouldn’t behave like the miller’s daughter, playing witch and drawing pretty pictures. Of course, she never listened. And now, all of a sudden, that naivety, that optimism, that blind faith in the world, is gone. And... I miss it.”
Arenor Arandir, SpellForce 3
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Finally! I didn’t get very far, only started prologue, but... it was worth waiting four years. This game is amazing, I want to explore every corner of this world!
#spellforce#spellforce 3#maybe it's weird to love game and never actually play it#but i had no other choice
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Phoenix Guardian
“It is time to put an end to this game! Here and now! Enough deceptions. Enough intrigue and betrayal! I will challenge this bastard! I will pursue him - and if I have to go to the bottom of Barga Gor!”
Rune Warrior, SpellForce - Order of Dawn
“You are the only one who can stop him now! It’s up to you, Stormbringer.”
Uru, SpellForce - Shadow of the Phoenix
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Queen Ayelith
Like a great thunder, swords, lances, banners and shields were dropped to the ground as both her followers and the rebels sank to their knees, like a wave of humility crashing over the ranks of men. And so, on this day, ten thousands of soldiers of the Northern Realm kneeled before their rightful leader. The line of Dragon Slayers had been restored, and even without the traditions, no leader would ever dare to rebel against the will of this first Queen of Nortander.
Angar Arandir, „Dove and Sparrow“
But either way, it is through our failures that we learn. And sometimes, those who have been broken know best how to mend.
SpellForce 3: Soul Harvest, Queen Ayelith
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Alliance
When there is talk about love, it is not always possible to understand what is meant – exactly the same words can be said about the battle.
“Fight”. “Conquer”. “Possess”.
They say also, “All is fair in love and war”. Maybe that’s true, but Tahar has seen too many war crimes to turn her own heart and soul into a battlefield.
Tahar comes to the Falcon fortress as an ally: the gate opens wide; the defenders lower their weapons, and silently, with restrained gratitude, look at her. They trust her, and this trust is worth more than many victories.
In the fortress of Arenor’s body, she is also an ally - High-Keeper’s arms keep her safe as stone walls. This embrace is solid like steel in hand, hot like sand under the desert sun.
There is still war, but they aren’t fighting.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20282026/chapters/86714731
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It’s remarkable what Arenor named first. For me personally, the most difficult thing would be to give up books, personal space and cats.
What I am trying to say... High-Keeper, if you are in mood to break a couple of vows, my Tahar will gladly help you. At least with wine and love - she has a terrible singing voice.
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Lol. Just saw a comment - some dude complains about gay characters in SF3&SH, but suddenly FG is good because it doesn’t have any.
...anything to make you sleep at night man.
#i hate to disappoint you but...#FG is gay as hell if you ask me#like there are literally no women#and don't get me started on 'trusted-one' concept#to be honest i'm done with this shit
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Phoenix Guardian x Shadow Warrior
“We are, who we are more than our scars,
We are, who we are more than the sum of our parts”
Mary Lambert, “Sum Of Our Parts”
#spellforce#shadow of the phoenix#aesthetic#they deserve a soft epilogue#but they won't get it#because... you know shadow blade#the most important question: this ship will be known as shadow guardian or as phoenix warrior?
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There is such word in our language too: “пустоцвет”, which translates as “barren flower”. That word is outdated already, but society’s disapproval is not.
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Tahar: You’re a good man, Angar... but do you have a sister?
Angar: Blazes, Tahar, you saw Myrah during the siege.
Tahar: That’s not what I meant.
Angar: Well... Let’s go to the Aonir’s Blade then.
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In Search of Warmth
“You know, it helped a lot,” Nightsong stretched and squinted like a pleased cat, staring at the rising sun. “I feel warmer now.”
“I told you,” Jared couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t expected to be able to tempt dark elf, but this night was bitingly cold - the desire for warmth overpowered Nightsong’s pride. And watchful Lya was not here this time…
“Here, take it back,” a coarse wool cloak slipped from Nightsong’s shoulders. “Thank you.”
#spellforce#spellforce 2#fanfiction#my writing#drabble#nightsong#jared#now tell me mrs dark elf aren't you cold?#of course she is have you ever seen her armor
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Tahanor in modern-AU - Arenor as the director of historical museum, and Tahar as a traveller and adventurer.
"This heart is tired and old,
This heart is charcoal and cold,
This heart throws the white flag where it hard and numb"
"What are you doing in these chambers?
Why are you sleeping in my ventricles?"
Mary Lambert, “This Heart”
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Funeral Pyre
Things lying on the funeral pyre weren't his family anymore – just dead bodies, corrupted with disease. But Raith still stared at flames, ignoring smoke, or smell of burning flesh or humming of the priest.
The Bloodburn. This disease reached dark elves realm earlier than rumors about it did and started taking lives of the people immediately. Only a few were infected, but the Bloodburn was untreatable and unpredictable, and that was terrifying to the most. Alchemical potions, healing spells, rituals, all of which were to no avail.
Raith knew that better than anyone else.
Many fled to the temples, praying to the wrathful god for mercy, but it turned out to be as useless as medicine. Someone in despair even cursed Nor for letting his children die. Raith knew that Nor simply didn’t care about them, he hasn't brought this disease; it’s foolish to consider yourself special. Rumors were that the Bloodburn infected only those without magic. Raith believed in this – neither his wife nor son had any. Raith regretted for the last week that his son did not inherit his talent. Now he wished that he himself didn't possess any magic.
Raith’s only consolation was that his wife didn’t see death of her child. She lost consciousness earlier and never woke up again.
“Now your beloved ones are in the hands of Nor,” whispered the priest behind the Raith’s back. Raith didn’t even look at him.
“They would have preferred my hands.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17541413/chapters/41333786
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Lady Rana
“I turned to face my wife who stood silently in the sallow wall of faces. In her eyes, I searched for the power of the human woman's final look, but could not find it, neither there nor in my heart.”
Craig Un’Shallach, “Exile”
#spellforce#norcaine#dark elf#aesthetic#i always wondered what she was like#all we know that she adopted nightsong and kept household and died#craig didn't even mention her name#uschi zietsch did it for him#seriously craig what the hell#probably rana thought the same when he was exiled
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In Amber
Time stretched on like a drop of pitch – a little more, and it would freeze completely. Partly Tahar wanted it, but only partly; the fate of the ant, sealed in lump of amber, did not tempt her - this is not life, only slow torture, which will also inevitably end in death. (She diligently swept out of her mind the memories of the "Iron Ones". It was enough that they came to her over and over again in nightmares).
No, it’s better to end it all quickly.
Arenor slumbered, resting her head on Tahar’s stomach. She looked so peaceful at that moment – it was almost impossible to imagine her covered in dirt and blood, with a sword in her hand, hoarsely shouting orders.
It was almost impossible to imagine her dead.
Tomorrow their army will head out from Mulandir - the final battle is approaching. Many would die, but Tahar hoped Arenor would not be among them. Yes, the Iron Falcons aren’t supposed to live forever - and yet Tahar wanted Arenor to be able to return, if not home, then at least to her duty, even if that meant never seeing her again. Losing the living is easier than the dead. If they haunt you, they do it in the flesh, not as ghosts of regret and painful memories.
“I wonder which will get you killed faster – your loyalty or your stubbornness?” whispered Tahar, running her fingers through Arenor’s hair.
“Probably your jokes,” Arenor replied, didn’t bother to open her eyes. “Sleep, don’t worry in vain. You will need all your strength very soon.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20282026/chapters/77532389
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