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

Hus yellow silk garb was taken off along with his scythes and, his raptor was nowhere near him. "Fight, you lizard," a rock flew to his head. "I have a hundred pemphros betted on you."


"This is madness," he thought as he looked ahead, his claws sharp. His opponent stood in a stance against him, his eyes were bloodshot and his pointed ears sharp. He was made bare, like a common wolf. "A wolf-man," Thraos thought. "These humans, they are more beastly than us."


He remembered the Bedounin, people who sacrificed their own to a monster that they believe to be a deity. "Can't expect more from them," he looked at the squad above. 


He was in a mud pit with the audience standing above.  His feet were covered in dirt, with black scum sticking into his claws. Bones of the previous combatants; a skull of a large cat, a wolf-man, a bear, and bones and teeth scattered the corners of the pit. "Don't just stand there, kill each other," jeers came.


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