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 sun was slowly setting and casting a beautiful orange-yellow light onto the landscape. After hours of treading the mountain path, the Imperial rescue party finally arrived at Serendale village in the late afternoon.
The party heard the bell tolled from the town center and marched towards it. Once they arrived, they saw a horrifying sight; harpies attacking the villagers!
"Harpies, captain!" Corporal Knightly shouted to Captain Willem.
The villagers were tolling the bell of the courthouse in an effort to repel them. Distress calls and screams were filling the air. Villagers were banging anything they could find such as frying pans, to make loud, high-pitched noises. Harpies don't like this noise because of their heightened sense of hearing.
"Men! Take arms, secure the villagers!" Captain Willem commanded the party. Everyone grabbed their weapons, bows, and arrows, then dispersed to fight off the harpies, but Oliver and old man Jed stayed put.
The air soon crackled with the whizzing of projectiles as the smugglers and knights unleashed a relentless barrage upon the swooping harpies. Arrows soared from the smugglers' bows, their feathered shafts cutting through the sky like deadly harbingers. Simultaneously, the knights unleashed a hailstorm of bolts from their fearsome boltcasters—formidable crossbows capable of rapidly discharging ten armor-piercing quarrels in rapid succession.
Aden looked around and saw chaos. Aden felt something wasn't right. The harpies didn't attack them on the road to this village. they were just flying in a circle while observing the caravan party from the sky until they disappeared when the party met the roadblock built by the goblins.
The goblins they fought back in the roadblock were a mere diversion, like ants before the coming of summer's heat.
"Tsk, don't tell me.." He suddenly realized what the harpies' real objective was.
The harpies weren't looking to fight the villagers, but rather to distract the party from their wagons and horses. His eyes darted towards the nearest wagon.
