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

"Pearl-skinned." Their words echoed in her mind and stung like a thousand thorns. She was now with the others, standing in the middle of Esparer, with the trees peering into their minds. "You do not belong here," she heard the trees talk with their rustles. 


Even if the woods whisper it, even if Carlos and the rest of them hated it; she planned to stay. "I owe it to them for coming with me, for coming to the very place that gives us nightmares," she thought.


Carlos went around the trees and pulled the ladders to call the residents. Men and women came out moving the curtains. Their eyes were gaunt and their bodies bony. 


"Men and women of the land of ice— today, we are welcoming five maidens to our family.  Come forward, daughters of our land," his voice echoed over every leaf on Esparer.


Nueta