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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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The scorched maiden

People ran there together; men, women, soldiers, farmers and whatever job you can think of. They ran to see the spectacle of the maiden returning to the gods. They ran to see Electra burn, they ran to the stake where she was tied.

Violet was outside her tent when a group of soldiers ran past her. "Quick, they are going to burn that peasant girl," they laughed.

Violet's eyes widened. "Electra," she whispered and broke into a run.

Men and women gathered around the platform made of stone. Violet pushed them aside and moved to the front while people cheered from the sides, raising their hands and shouting.

She saw Electra tied to a metal pole with iron chains. She was not donned in her armour or she didn't have her sword. Her sword was grey and shabby, her hair was untied and flowing; tears flowed through her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" She cried.