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.

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#dark #grimdark #darkfantasy #revenge #elves #dwarves #asofai #tolkien #gore #adult

Graeae: 
Land of beauty and nightmares

The path through the woods was steep and riddled with sticks, stones and roots. The horses struggled to pull the carriage, so they had to walk the whole way. Henry, Ray and Ken had to push it from the pits a few times. They walked, following the men with wolf-skin capes flowing.


Valora hugged her staff and looked at the man in the front. His left eye was bandaged with yellow cloth and his black hair and beard were raggedy. His skin was leathery brown, just like his armour. Some links of his chainmail were rusting and the padded tunic underneath was jet black; just like his eyes.


He looked at her and his face wrinkled. "I have nothing to say to you pearl people," he spat.


Valora stood there confused and then it turned to anger. "Don't think much about that." a man younger than the one in front came to her side and told her.


The last bastion of hope