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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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How it all started

The cream-colored destrier snorted, shook his hair, and took two steps back. "We have to go, Dante," Riley said and caressed the animal's neck.

Even though Riley was hated by the rest of the trainees, he was chosen for the task, and he was a Samrann; a high caste. A stableman came running to tend to his needs.

"Get him saddled up," Riley ordered. Even though he liked to slack, it felt good to push around other people.

The stableman went back shaking his pot belly, and then came carrying a saddle, stirrups, and the like. His head was mostly bald, and he tried to hide it with strands of her hair in vain.

The saddle was strapped and Dante snorted. Riley climbed over and held on to the reins. "if anyone asks," he corrected his step on the stirrups, "don't point to the direction where I went."