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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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190 Chs

Camp of Arahas

"Thraos!" Thohak's voice was like grating rocks.

The flaps lifted and Thraos got inside. "Yes father," he asked.

"Thraos, you are to go with them and find what evil is lurking in the northern lands," he commanded.

"As you wish, father," Thraos bowed.

"Wait, just like that! Don't you have any more questions?" Nibur frowned.

"What my father says is the word of the sand god, and I believe In those words," Thraos replied.

"You are a good son, Thraos. Now bid the people that need to know about your leaving," Thohak bided him to leave.

"Can we go with him? I kind of want to see this place," Chaenath whispered.

"You may," Thohak heard that. Chaenath still didn't know whether he was smiling or not.

Thraos lifted the flap and the rest went with him. "You don't need to come with me," he said and looked away.

"Oh, but we insist," Chaenath smirked sensing something interesting.