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

Ray felt his heart pound through his ribs. "It will be alright," he thought clutching his chest. He glanced at the man that sat with him; his broad shoulders blocked the sun and his thick arms held on the reins. 


"What are you looking at, kid?" Henry asked without taking his eyes off the path.


Ray stumbled for words. "I... I was thinking. If someone like that lady had to go through so much, what can I do against them?"


Henry gave him a look. "You said you wanted to help."


"I do," he muttered. It's just... I am scared."


Henry's lips turned to a smile. "Feeling not so heroic now, kid," his eyes passed a glance at him. "Feeling scared is normal. It means you are alive."


Ray's eyes grew wide. "Does that mean you are also scared?"


"I was and the fear grows dull with each passing day. The day I die will be the day when it goes away fully," his words were soft.


Scouting