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Angelae
Legacy Name: Angelae

The Angelic Darkonite
Owner: nervous

Age: 7 years, 2 months, 6 days

Born: February 23rd, 2017

Adopted: 2 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 19th, 2022

Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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Keeper

Name: Angelae El'le
Age: ~29 human years
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Kingdom: Tirannwn
Religious faction: Serenist
Craft: Healer

Home

Angelae was gifted at birth. She had a knack for empathy, and her empathetic nature set her up for a life of healing her people. After battles and illness, Angelae was called upon in Tirannwn to heal the people who were injured or ill. So when the Zamorkians invaded and took the elves by force, many elves were injured while attempting to fight for their freedom.

Where the elves lay wounded in the cellar prison below the Dragonkin castle, she rushed to do her best with what she had, which was hardly anything but a bag of herbs she had strapped to her waist. She did her best to heal the wounds as the elves cried and begged Seren for mercy.

"Stop crying, now," Angelae would whisper. "It's going to be okay."
Without their seer, Pip, they had no way of knowing if anyone were coming to save them. She felt helpless, but held onto her hope that Pip would send troops to save the elves from the evil Zamorkian demons.

When an Aviansie battle cry broke into the night, the elves perked up. The Armadyleans had arrived to save them!

Torture

War raged from above. The elves, in their chains, were helpless to escape and help. Sounds of swords and screaming pierced the air, and the smell of smoke filled their lungs.

Suddenly, the cellar door opened and the silhouette of a man appeared.
"Let's go!" He shouted. It was Pip! He had snuck into the cellar in the chaos of the fight to release his people from their cages.

Pip hurried to unlock the chains of the elves, passing around as many materials as he could hold. Once he unlocked Angelae's chains, he shoved a bow and a quiver of Armadyl arrows at her.
"This is all we have," he said in a rushed voice. "We have to fight. Let's go!"

Angelae, among with other elves, hurried up the stairs, their legs cramping and eyes scalding at the firelight that surrounded them.

Battle

The scene before them was chaos.

There were demons fighting Aviansies in loud frenzies of swords and mage attacks. Angelae scanned the area as her people rushed into battle to assist the Armadylean army to defeat the demons.

Angelae saw at the distance, at the other side of the castle's landscape, the human Zamorkian mage who she had only caught a glimpse of on the day of the kidnapping. She knew he was in charge. He was a powerful mage, after all. But her heart told her that he may be reasoned with. So, she set up, zipping through the crowds of bleeding soldiers and the awful, black-blooded demons.


Once she reached the top of the castle, the sounds of battle were muffled. She charged into the throne room, bow raised and aimed, where the old mage turned around. He didn't seem surprised to see her.

"Angelae El'le," he said. "I know a lot about you."
She had no time for questions. Over her bow, she declared, "Prepare to die. Your transgressions against my people are unforgivable."
The mage laughed. "You can't kill me with that."
She lowered her bow, her heart sinking, but her powerful glare remained. "I will find a way to kill you and end this battle."
The mage drew a sword from under his cape. It was black and leering, shining in the amber firelight of their surroundings.
"You're going to need this," he handed her the sword. "Now, you may kill me."

Questions

Angelae was shocked. "You give up so easily? Why?"
"I've lived too long," the mage said barely above a whisper. "I tire of leading these squadrons of demons. I wish to die. So, elf, kill me."
Angelae had no time to waste. Her glare fluttered and the mage lowered his arms to expose his chest. He closed his eyes as Angelae swung the heavy sword into him.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake. The mage, fatally wounded, began to disintegrate into black sinews of smoke, and there was shouting outside.

"They're combusting!" An Armadylean soldier yelled. "Quickly, deliver your final blows!"
Angelae was too shocked to move for a moment, but forced her feet to go forth and out into the amber hellscape outside.
"Their power source has been slaughtered!" The Armadylean Lieutenant declared.
All around her, the Zamorkian demons screamed out in agony as they began to combust into fireballs. Their forms ejected red waves of heat and embers. The loud booms of the demons dying were earsplitting. And then, it was over.
The Armadyleans cheered, as the elves of Tiranwwn dropped to their knees and wept in relief.

It was time to go home.

The Armadyleans loaded the elves onto their horses, and they set out towards home.

Angelae never spoke of what she had done to the Zamorkians. In Tirannwn, life slowly became normal again. The bond between the Armadyleans and the Serenist elves was strengthened. Their harvest in the year was bountiful, and Angelae returned to her work as a healer. She vowed to never let her people suffer by the hand of a Zamorkian clan again.

The End

Credits

Template by FallenSamurai
Edits and story by nervous

Character: FleurdeLumina

Art by Azalea on DeviantArt and website
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Locations based on RuneScape. Gielinor
Images by WallpaperSafari
Fonts by googlefonts
Thank you Aperture for letting me adopt ♥


This is a work of fiction.
References to real people and RuneScape locations are inspiration, not true lore or story.

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