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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With the break of dawn, the recon knights exchanged exhausted yet resolute glances. The night's trials had tested their mettle, but they had stood firm. They survive with minor incidents the first night they set camp on the Stormsteps mountain outskirt. They didn't plan to spend another night in the wilderness, they had to push through as soon as possible to the harpy-infested village.
The party prepared to resume their journey, knowing that the challenges ahead would be formidable. The harpies awaited, and it was their duty to confront the looming threat and protect the village nestled within the mountain range.
the skies were cloudless amid a cool breeze, and Aden felt a wave of optimism wash over him. Beside him, the prisoners had managed to find some solace in such trying times; their newfound bond with one another was an invaluable source of comfort in moments like these.
Captain Willem and Corporal Knightly looked out at the group, their eyes filled with conviction. "We stride forward together, united against the danger that lies ahead. Everyone has a part to play in this journey, and our mutual objective will serve as our guide."
The group, fueled by newfound purpose and determination, prepared themselves for the arduous journey ahead. Their hearts were set on the mission, their eyes fixed on the horizon where danger awaited. The promise of freedom and the chance to make amends drove them forward, as they embarked on a perilous quest to vanquish the harpy menace and bring tranquility to the troubled mountain range.
The prisoners were dressed in the standard Regalia prisoner uniform. The uniform symbolized their captivity, but now it acted as a unifying factor between them in this new alliance.
The knights were unpacking the camp while the old man inspected the siege weapon before the group resumed their journey to Serendale Village.
Aden and Maeda sought out a peaceful corner to offer their morning prayers to their respective Gods. Both were filled with a feeling of inner peace as they knelt down in reverence and offered up their thanks. The warm sun bathed them in its glow providing an incredibly serene atmosphere for both of them to connect spiritually with the divine.
The others are preparing themselves to resume the journey by foot because the road to Serendale village is full of obstacles and uneven difficult terrain, they would wear out the horses faster than they could anticipate.
"How is the condition of the hwachas, old man? We need them properly working by tomorrow," Captain Willem asked the old man, his tone filled with a mix of urgency and worry as one of his responsibilities is to make sure the siege weapon working properly when the time comes.
Jed, the old man who possessed a wealth of knowledge regarding the maintenance of the siege weapons, sighed and adjusted his worn-out spectacles. "It's Jed, young captain, not old man," he corrected with a touch of annoyance. "Have some respect, for I am the only one who knows how to fix and maintain these siege weapon babies."
