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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

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Rematch

The earth shook, dirt rose and the ogre turned dumb-struck. Its body rose from the ground and Beverly fell from its claws. A man took her in his arms and covered her with his dark green cloak. "Y...you?" she muttered feebly.

His moss-green hair was matted with sweat and dirt. His lips turned to a smile but his eyes raged. He wanted to say lots of things. He wanted to say that she was going to be fine but she wasn't. He wanted to say that she was safe but it was pointless. "Sorry we were late," he said and tears flowed from her eyes.

Riley took her to the tree where Hamilton lay. His hand was torn from his body. Blood pooled from his mouth, nose and wounds.

"Bran, the God of medicine. To you I plead, a life lies here in need of care. Take my body and grant him health," Fern chanted near him. She knew it was in vain. She can only heal minor wounds, she cannot reattach severed limbs or close severe wounds.