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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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Haunting past

The two curtains hung from the sides of the windows slackly. They were made of hay fiber, and they were not pretty, unlike the cotton curtains of Locke house, or the silk ones in the Ward mansion. He felt guilty for keeping Tanya in such a shabby place.

The moon peaked from behind clouds as a thin crescent. Fog fell below the slopes like a thin white blanket. The woods creaked and danced, as the branches shook their grey drooping leaves.

Riley rubbed his hands and shoulders, searching for warmth. Tanya turned around the bed and pulled the blanket over her head.

He looked to the farthest end of the woods, below the slopes and he saw fireflies dancing. The night was peaceful, and Riley could hear the flowing river behind the house. He looked to the right and saw laundry that was hung, they moved like white ghosts. He took in a deep breath, and a puff of mist came out through his lips.