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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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King's announcement

The morning started for them early, with their dressing for the processions and announcements. Thraos and Chaenath agreed on Dalyor being at the front, and Nibur, although with some grumbling, he decided to stand at his side, just behind; looking up standing that close would've hurt his neck.

They were all dressed lavishly. Dalyor wore a golden robe that went to his knees, with silver buttons going down to his waist, its borders trimmed with swirling black lines. His silver waist-belt shone like a polished mirror.

Nibur wore darker colors as if to mock the elf. His doublet was blood-red, with buttons of obsidian, with black veins running all over the fabric. His breeches were velvety black and tight fit.

Chaenath wore a grass-green gown, as a homage to the forests, and asked her gods to give her strength. Silver silk came down from her shoulders and down her arms like a twirling snake. "God of light, give me strength for today," she prayed in her mind.