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~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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Dawn- An age of Darkness

The room inside, or rather the throne room was kind of large. It was bigger than what I'd seen in Alfeime and Helsing.

Moreover, there were rather big people inside this room. And here I thought Dwarven nobility looked like humans.

Boy was I wrong. Because every single one was a giant of sorts.

The man on the throne, the king was probably the largest and basically, he was still seated. He greeted me fairly politely and the nobility around him bowed their heads a bit as did the soldiers. Technically I was the guest, so I had to bow.

And I was about to bow out of courtesy when Alisa all of a sudden stood in front of me. I had a bad feeling about this.

"It would seem Dwarven Royalty are nothing but rude imbeciles."

Wait, what the hell did she just say?

She glanced back at me a second later and winked.

Well, this wasn't going to end well.

Royals are just a pain in the ass