TheLastOne95

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

Graeae: 
Land of beauty and nightmares

"I had my doubts, but the fight with that boar proved it," Riley said eating a piece of apple.


"That blade of yours... What was it called...?" 


"Nightblade," Osmond said straightening his back.


"Nightblade... Whatever, that is a channel blade," Riley chopped some pieces of apple onto a plate and brought it towards Osmond.


"Well, it takes your zest and converts it into your element of affinity. The affinity of the blade and the user should match, so I guess you were lucky," Riley sat back in his seat.


Osmond searched for his blade, Riley pointed to the desk and he saw his blade was placed there.


"We will leave after you get better. Don't want you falling on the road," Riley said.


It took a day for Osmond to recover. Food for him on that day was served in the room by a maid. She nodded and smiled graciously each time she saw Osmond. 


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