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

It was nearly noon, and Osmond was in his room. The healer was not always going to be around, and this time, he had instructed him on how to change his bandages. His fingers twitched and pain ran over his shoulders. Pink flesh lined in four neat stripes below the bandage, with skin that looked like balloons surrounding them. "When I get my chants," he flinched when he applied ointment over them. "I am going to char his hands, or maybe slice them with water. Whatever it is, I am going to hurt him."


Chadwick's taunts and his reliance on the elements increased after Riley went away. "Your green-haired sitter is not with you now," Chadwick grinned the last time they fought. There was a certain cruelty in those ruby eyes when he grabbed Osmond, and he savored the fire when he released it. 


The boy and her