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 morning sun shone down on the Stormsteps mountain road, The mist hung heavily over the area, blocking out most of the sun's rays and reducing visibility.
Far ahead of the rescue party caravan, the quite eerie chilling road suddenly rumbled by the sound of a desperate race underway. A dozen harpy screeches pierced through the stillness of the air, accompanying a lone figure running for his life. It appeared that he was surrounded by frenzied harpy wings and claws, inching ever closer with each passing second.
The lone figure was a burly man who looked scary and fierce. It was Ugly Don, the prisoner who decided to bolt out from the Imperial rescue party.
Panting heavily, Ugly Don was running for his life, desperate to outrun the relentlessly pursuing harpies. Each gasping breath felt like knives in his lungs and every step he took sent jolts of pain through his body, a broken reminder of the serious wounds that were adorning him.
He was dripping with blood and limping from a harpy's attack on his tendon muscle; he had underestimated their brutality. He had no choice but to keep running in the hope of reaching a safe haven from the harpies on the mountain. He knew of a place where he could find shelter and wished that he would get there soon.
All of his body had been cut and slashed, blood pouring from his wounds as he stumbled towards the caravansary. He knew it was just ahead of him on this road, so if he could keep a steady pace he prayed that he would reach it in less than half a day. With each step he was determined to survive, to make it just a bit further until he reached safety.
Caravansaries are places for travelers and merchants to rest and replenish their supplies. They can also be sites of shady activity such as bribery and illicit transactions. The Stormsteps caravansary was one of the many places that his former employer frequently spoke of in hushed tones within the Lyondyn underground society. It was a place where all sorts of people could meet, find respite, or conduct business without fear of repercussions.
Don recalled a time when he had seen a harpy in captivity. She was the most beautiful, graceful, and desirable creature he had ever witnessed - her sharp talons and somber claws were trimmed back, and she was chained to a large boulder. Though she could not speak clearly, she seemed to understand some of the common tongue. This harpy belonged to his former employer, the Shadowsong Syndicate; they had kept it locked away in one of their many underground venues throughout Lyondyn and only showed it to the attendees of the underground venue gathering.
while wyverns and eagles are the symbols of power and wealth in Median, Harpies, and mermaids are the symbol of power and wealth in Wessen underground society. They are grown men's toys and collectibles with eccentric taste. the owner might do many sexual acts with them.
Ugly Don knew he could snap the delicate creature's spine without effort, but these harpy predators that were hunting him down were something else entirely. Unchained from any burden, their claws and talons viciously sharpened, they flew in formation with a fierce strength that seemed to grow with each passing moment. He felt a chill of terror run through him as he realized just how dangerous these creatures really were.
