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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The haunting howls of distant wolves echoed through the trees, their cries intertwining with the rustling of leaves in the wind. Shadows danced in the flickering firelight, creating an atmosphere of both anticipation and unease.
Goblins, mischievous creatures of the woods, whispered among themselves, their hushed voices carrying a sinister undertone. Their presence was felt, although they remained unseen, lurking in the shadows and observing the group with curious, malevolent eyes.
The camp remained shrouded in an uneasy silence, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Sensing the need to break the ice and alleviate the somber mood, a plump nerd with a neckbeard broke his silence,
"Speaking about fire," the fat nerd spoke out of the blue. everyone looked at him. His voice was hesitant yet determined as he now gained the attention of the party.
The fat acolyte spoke up with a voice tinged with enthusiasm as he adjusted his spectacles, "Harpies serve as a vital counterbalance to the wyverns. Few creatures possess such coordinated prowess and razor-sharp talons, striking fear into the hearts of their draconic adversaries. Wyverns, in turn, instill dread with their fiery breath, a force capable of singeing the harpies' delicate feathers."
The plump neckbeard nerd continued, delving into the intricate nature of wyverns. "There lies an ongoing academic debate regarding the classification of wyverns. Are they mere animals, or do they possess some sort of sentient intelligence? Tales, myths, legends, tavern yarn, and evidence have emerged, suggesting that wyverns, alongside harpies, possess an understanding or means of communication with beings beyond their own kind, to some degree at least."
The plump acolyte's revelations delved even deeper into the enigmatic nature of these mythical creatures.
"Furthermore, from the letter which the village chief sent to us, there was an unyielding storm that engulfed the Stormsteps mountain which lasted for weeks," he continued, his voice filled with a newfound sense of fascination,
"Storms rarely last for days or even weeks," Aden, the foreign prisoner spoke his knowledge.
The rest of the men listened attentively to the discussion about the harpies and the wyvern who were the inhabitants of this mountain range territory.
"Correct," The fat acolyte leaned closer, grabbed a twig, and drew what represent the map of the mountain area, "As the winter draws near, wyverns and harpies usually embark on their annual migration to the southern hemisphere. I believe it is during this journey that the harpies encounter the unyielding storm, impeding their usual flight path across the vast ocean. As a result, the tempest diverts them towards the human-inhabited mountain in the western coast region, where they seek sustenance and a place to propagate."
The fat acolyte paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink into the heads of everyone, before continuing, "While the wyverns possess the strength and resilience to navigate the storm without impediment, the harpies face a different fate. Their delicate frames and vulnerable wings make them susceptible to treacherous winds and lightning-filled skies. As they are forced to alter their route and venture closer to human settlements," Gilbert pointed a mark on the dirt map of two places which represent the point of interest, "The Monterei seaport at the west side of the mountain which they already sacked, and the village Serendale right on the Stormsteps mountain."
