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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Two weeks before the harpy attack, on the northern part of the Serendale village.
The Stormsteps mountain range stood tall and majestic, a formidable barrier that stretched across the horizon from northern to southern Wessen continent. Its peaks were veiled in swirling mist, hinting at the treacherous weather that awaited any who dared to venture into its depths. Among the craggy cliffs and rugged terrain, two formidable creatures made their home—the stormwing wyverns and the harpies.
From the bustling Monterei seaport, the sight of these creatures soaring through the skies was not uncommon. In the distance, their silhouettes could be seen, their wings outstretched as they glided effortlessly through the turbulent winds. The stormwing wyverns, with their sleek bodies and powerful wings, rode the currents with grace, while the harpies, known for their menacing appearance, exuded an eerie beauty as they swooped and dove through the air.
The Stormsteps mountain range had earned its name for good reason. The weather in these peaks was unpredictable and unforgiving, with violent storms and gusts of wind that could topple the sturdiest of structures. It was a place where lightning crackled across the sky and thunder boomed, echoing through the valleys below. The combination of these natural elements created an awe-inspiring yet treacherous environment that few dared to explore.
For the stormwing wyverns, the Stormsteps mountain range was a sanctuary. These majestic creatures, with their shimmering scales and razor-sharp talons, found solace in the Hook summit of Stormsteps mountain. They ruled the skies, their aerial prowess unmatched as they navigated the stormy currents with ease. Legends spoke of their ability to summon lightning, their wings crackling with electric energy as they rode the thunderstorms that swept through the mountain range.
The harpies, on the other hand, were creatures of a different nature. With their half-human, half-bird forms, they possessed an eerie beauty that sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld them. These cunning and mischievous creatures nested within towering cliffs, rocky crevices, and jagged peaks, their piercing cries echoing through the canyons. They were known for their territorial nature, fiercely guarding their domain and engaging in aerial skirmishes with rival aerial creatures.
To the people of Monterei seaport, the Stormsteps mountain range was both a source of wonder and a reminder of the untamed forces of nature. From afar, they watched the stormwing wyverns and harpies with a mixture of fascination and caution. The sight of these magnificent creatures soaring through the skies was a reminder of the untamed beauty that lay beyond the safety of their town.
Occasionally, brave adventurers would venture into the Stormsteps, seeking to uncover its secrets or prove their mettle against the harsh elements. Some sought the thrill of witnessing the stormwing wyverns in flight, hoping to capture a glimpse of their legendary lightning-summoning abilities. Others, driven by curiosity or the desire for adventure, ventured into the lairs of the harpies, risking their lives for the chance to study these elusive creatures up close.
