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 young harpy observed the goblin corpses strewn about the dock of what had just been a bustling human seaport only weeks before, it was no surprise to her. Goblins tend to take over abandoned human settlements if left unattended for more than a month give or take. At night, a goblin scout would come to survey the area and tell his leader that it was suitable for occupation.
Their attention was drawn to one building that was lit up from within. It was an abandoned warehouse situated near the dock, where the goblins came from to ambush the young wyvern.
The harpy decided to get a closer look at the youngling trailing on her leg. He was still wounded from the goblins' beating but nothing serious.
The place looked empty with no sign of goblins left inside.
The harpy was eager to enter, but the youngling was hesitant; he was still shaken from the goblin attack earlier. He stood at the doorway, watching as the harpy slid in through slightly parted double doors. The entrance to the fish farm could comfortably accommodate four wagons lined up side by side.
When she stepped into the abandoned warehouse, the air was filled with the rank stench of goblin urine, the pungent odor permeating through every crevice and corner. With each inhale, it seemed to become more potent and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe without gagging. It was an unmistakable smell that lingered relentlessly in this place.
It looked like the goblins had made the warehouse their base camp.
They observed the remnants of goblin life scattered throughout the warehouse. Crude bedding made of straw and torn cloth lay in one corner, while discarded bones and scraps of food littered the floor. The walls were adorned with crude drawings and symbols, depicting scenes of violence and victories.
As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, their eyes were met with an abundance of ponds and barrels filled with fresh living fishes, streaming with seawater complete with intricate mechanics that made it run without any human operating it. It was not just a warehouse, it was a fish farm.
The youngling's eyes widened in amazement as he gazed upon the barrels filled with sea fishes. It was like a dream come true, a bounty of food waiting to be taken. For a moment, he forgot about the pain inflicted by the goblins, lost in the wonder of the moment.
They were taken aback by how well it was still in working condition. The machinery was still functional, its automation operating without a hitch. It was powered by the sea current that provided food and seawater for the fish inside the ponds and barrels from a nearby shore creating an ideal living situation for anyone wanting to settle there.
The harpy considered to make this place their new hideout as it has abundant fishes.
The young wyvern couldn't hold back his appetite. Without hesitation, the youngling jumped into one of the barrels, his wings flapped with excitement, splashing around.
