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

Haran walked to the bed dragging his right foot and limping. He leaned forward, took Beverly's hand and checked her pulse. He peered at the wounds and stood up. "Keep on chanting," he said to Fern. He almost looked like a different man.


He ran back, dragging his feet to a closed room. Keys ringed from his pockets and he opened the door. Riley was behind Haran as he entered the room. He saw mortars, pestles, pots, pans, vials, herbs, roots, leaves, seeds and the like as he removed the cobwebs and walked. "Haran the healer, they see to call me," he said as he checked through the bottles. "Can't even help one woman, what a jock," he chuckled. 


Haran turned and gave out a sigh. "Her heart rate is low and she had lost some blood. I can't promise you anything,"  he said and went back to searching.


The broken ones