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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 · Fantasie
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A new quest

"A healer!! That is something weaklings do. We are Centurians," Chadwick shouted. The coachman heard the ruckus and peered through the curtains. Hamilton glared and he turned awkwardly.

"Stop it, brother. Let him speak," Marigold pulled on Chadwick.

"Even if he wants to be one, he needs to have Bran's blessing," Hamilton said with his arms crossed.

Christopher looked around the group. He saw the sharp eyes of Chadwick and Hamiton and felt a lump in his throat. "It's... It's just a thought," his eyes looked away.

"Well, you should throw that idea away because it's not something we should do," Chadwick said.

After three days of travel, they got back to the capital town. In the room where they started, the red-haired man sat across them. "The hawks have brought news about your success, good work," he smiled.

"Now, to take back your trainee badges..." he looked at the three. They took them from their pouches and placed them on the table. The man leaned forward and took them.