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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 · Fantasi
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Warm and cold 

She had sensed him coming for quite some time and she was not surprised to see a pirate ship landing in the sand desert in front of the tribe's campground. The Jessadian only raised an eyebrow when she saw a dragon and a young girl following them. She took a deep breath to prepare herself to listen to what he had done again. 

She was standing, straight and tall of her magnificence, her horns were little but her aura meant everything. The Jessadian was wearing a leather skirt and top, not hiding the multiple battle scars over her body. This tribe was much different from the one in Ombrae. Every one of them had a massive warhammer, there was nothing pacifist in them. From their traditional paintings covering their face to the bones used as decoration in their hair and the strictly leather clothes they wore.