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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In the past, The road to Serendale Village had been a bustling route frequented by light caravan merchants seeking shortcuts leading to neighboring kingdoms through Monterei, a temporarily abandoned port town. However, now it lay as a hollow road, devoid of any travelers.
The absence of caravans and merchants had cast a somber air upon the once lively pathway. Nature, unimpeded by the usual flow of commerce, began to reclaim its space. Thick foliage crept closer to the edges as if reclaiming what was rightfully its own. The silence that enveloped the road was occasionally broken by the rustling of leaves or the distant call of a bird.
Occasional signs of previous habitation dotted the route—crumbling ruins of roadside inns and abandoned stalls serving as reminders of the road's former prosperity. Weeds sprouted through the cracks of forgotten cobblestones, while moss carpeted weathered signposts, their messages fading with time.
Despite the desolate appearance, the road remained intact, offering a pathway to the isolated Serendale village. It was a journey less traveled now, but for those who dared to tread its winding path, there was an unmistakable sense of solitude and mystery.
Oliver the volunteer boy matched his march with the rear escorts. He gleefully listened to Aden talking about the tale of the Jinn, he seemed like taken an interest in the Jinn topic.
"Hey, is it true what you just said?" a young boy asked Aden, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"What?" Aden replied, intrigued by the boy's question.
"about the Jinn," the boy continued.
Aden nodded, "Yes, it's true."
Aden just played along without knowing what the kid was talking about. There have been many talks and rumors about the Median people, especially the Jinns.
"Awesome. I always wanted to be a Jinn," the boy exclaimed, his enthusiasm shining through.
Aden smiled, appreciating the boy's admiration. It caught him off guard, he never thought this before. it was usually a stupid slander or rumor about how they, the ruhimis, love to chain their women, have a harem of slaves, dozen of wives, ride camels, and live in a tent —although Aden grew up living in a tent residential— or eat babies for breakfast stuff.
the church of Aione accused the ruhimis of being heretics because they believed Aione was not a God while the ruhimis accused the church of Aione made blasphemy for revering Aione as one of the God of many names.
Animosity became conflicts and conflicts led to war.
The enmity between Median and Wessen was blown up five hundred years ago in the first crusade or holy war, known as the Clash of Claws, which broke for control over Darusalin, a holy city for two of the rivaling faiths.
The First Crusade War was the most romanticized in the art and literature of both cultures. The biggest bang was the clash between wyverns, dancing in the sky to gain aerial advantage. The use of forbidden dark arts, deception, tactics, and strategies, single combats.
