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Graeae: Land of beauty and nightmares

Beyond the Frozen ranges and through the Twin peaks of cruelty, the world of men ends. And this is where the Lord of destitute hibernate. His army of monsters, the destitute, consist of orcs, ogres, goblins and whatever cruel creature one could conjure. They come to the land of men, plunder, murder and take their women as playthings. They take their blood and feed it their lord – feeding him strength. On another part of Deimo, closer to the borders of Deino, lives a boy. He is not like the others around him, for his hair is blonde and his skin is pale. What's more, his father's hair is red and his mother's blue. His name – Osmond Ward. He didn't know nothing of the world, for he was merely seven. He didn't know he had the blood of the spirit of fire and water running through him. He didn't know that his family was banished, for his parents belonged to different castes; they followed different gods, and gods are selfish in their followers. But when the monsters came to his village, and when they killed his mother, he couldn't nothing but watch. His father died on that day, trying to help him escape. When he was taken in by his uncle, he had only thing in his mind; revenge. But for that, he need to see the world and learn. A world of Divine artifacts and chants. A world of elemental spirits and strange energies. A world of elves, the followers of light; dwarves, the followers of metal and rock; lizard men, the follower of sands, and demi-humans, the followers of lightning. A land of beasts and monsters. The land of Graeae, a land of beauty and nightmares. Additional tags: #dark #grimdark #darkfantasy #revenge #elves #dwarves #asofai #tolkien #gore #adult

TheLastOne95 · Fantasy
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A new tomorrow

Even with Valora in the front and Henry by her side, even though Ray stood by Deifilia, and even though Doran and Ken were with them; they couldn't escape the gazes from the crowd.

The twenty-four that were behind and their brown skins: that was their source of attention. People frowned at them even though they have seen droves of Deimians months before.

"It is to be expected," Doran said. "They think that they will take away their homes."

"That's preposterous," Valora took care in keeping her voice low.

Doran's lips turned. "That's the way of humans. They fear and hate anything that has the slightest change in norms," he looked at her.

Where the ways divided into the slums, Ray stopped. "Thank you for everything," he said. "I will repay it someday."

Valora looked at the ones with her and back at the boy. She knew that she couldn't take them to the boy's place. "Wish I could do more," she said regretfully. "Will you be alright?"

He gave a tense smile. "It will be."