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

The five sat in the room, their mood was gloomy. Percy went outside to get something for them to eat. Beverly leaned on the desk, not knowing what to say. 


"Why don't they just burn the place?" Chadwick asked.


Percy came back while hearing it. He carried a tray and a flagon. "We already tried that," he said and laid them on the table.


Beverly looked to the tray and saw some hard bread, a bowl of pottage with wheat and some meat, boiled potatoes and some beans. She looked at the flagon and saw water having the smell of ale.


"I know this is not something to be served to someone from a high caste, but please bear with us," he looked down.


Beverly took a hard bread and tore it into two. It was tasteless and dry, but she chose not to say anything. "What did you mean when you said about burning the tree?" she asked.


"Exactly that, we tried burning the tree when things started getting out of hand. But the tree just took in the flames and became more violent," he said.


Aarus the black