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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasie
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139 Chs

Gods and undead

Mahir jumped from Rahir's shoulders playfully as soon as they entered the house. Mikel rubbed his eyes, he didn't believe what was in front of him. Rahir's life had been quite different from what they had expected from him. The violent, hot-tempered man managed to seduce somehow the lady he fought with. She welcomed the group, and as she turned to salute them, they all had a view of her round belly. 

For five years, Rahir had a family. He sat at the dining table and slammed his fist on the wood, "So! Have you deserted? Are you joining the cause?"

Mikel sat with round opened eyes, "The cause?"

"Yes! The Razgons are running away from the East due to the increase in the heat. They tried to shelter in Akshren, but the government didn't tolerate them. This is how it all started."

"The confederacy of Rekh city-states refused shelter to the refugees. But why?" Gabron said with shock.