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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

Harvey Greene

The man towered over everyone around. His hair was jet black and his eyes were like two shining obsidian. His beard was cut short and even. His face looked as if it was carved from a stone.

His shoulders were broad and his arms beefy. He wore a grey tunic and dark green trousers.

"Harvey," Rufus glared at him.

"Give these ladies some way," Harvey said and folded his arms.

People looked at each other and made a way. There were no more murmurs or laughs or stares. The girls clammed to Valora and entered the room.

They removed their clothes and placed them on the floor. Water flowed, and blood and sand were washed. Six sisters stood in a room, wet and bare.

Outside the room, Harvey was still standing with his arms folded. The girls got back out with their hair wet and their skin clean. Harvey walked with them as they crossed the hall.

"I am Harvey Greene by the way," Harvey said and gave a small bow with his head.

"Thank you for that," Valora smiled.