Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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It was the end of the autumn when a chilling wind swept over the quiet Serendale village and the first streaks of dawn seeped through the horizon. The atmosphere seemed to hold its breath, sensing the imminent arrival of a malevolent force. Suddenly, a shrill screech pierced the air, sending shivers down the spines of the villagers. The harpies had arrived.
With wings spanning wide, the harpies descended upon the unsuspecting village, their dark silhouettes casting ominous shadows. Their relentless assault struck fear into the hearts of the villagers, who watched in terror as the harpies swooped down from above. Sharp talons and claws tore through the air, seeking their prey with ruthless precision.
Panic spread like wildfire as the harpies unleashed their fury upon the village. Chaos erupted as homes were ransacked and livestock scattered in disarray. The harpy's talons dug deep into the earth as they descended on the villagers with a fierce hunger for their flesh.
The sound of their blood-curdling screeches filled the air as they swooped down on their targets, claws outstretched and eyes glowing with malice. Their razor-sharp talons tore through skin and muscle, while their powerful wings created a gale-force wind that pushed back anyone who dared to stand in their path. Such was the relentless aggression of these foul creatures that no one was spared from their fury, and those who were not killed outright had to run for their lives.
The villagers could only scream in terror as their shrieks were drowned out by the terrifyingly loud screeches of the creatures that had invaded their village.
In a desperate bid to defend themselves, the villagers fought back with whatever makeshift weapons they could find. Archer's arrows whizzed through the air, only to be met by the harpies' evasive maneuvers. The villagers banging kitchen utensils and metal objects created a loud and annoying noise were only temporarily kept them away.
The villagers' resistance seemed futile as the harpies outnumbered them and possessed an uncanny agility in their attacks. Fear and despair gripped the village, as they realized the true extent of the harpies' menace.
The once peaceful Serendale village now lay in ruins, It's streets were an abattoir of horrors, the cobblestone paths slick with the blood of innocent victims and strewn with the shattered remains of those who had fallen victim to the harpy's merciless attack.
The air was heavy with death and despair, a dark pallor shrouding everything in its sight. A mangled corpse here, a broken body there. It was something that everyone would remember forever.
The harpies had left their mark, instilling a deep sense of vulnerability and helplessness among the surviving villagers. The menace of these formidable creatures had been unleashed, and the battle for survival had only just begun.
the harpies took livestock, ransacking houses, Furthermore, they destroyed the church, leveling it to the ground because the bell's toll hurt their sense of hearing. among all of the destroyed buildings, very few were untouched, and one of them was the courthouse.
