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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It was already late when Martin just finished his help serving bread and soup in the dining hall when Aden and Gilbert joined in to get something to bite. Phil was sitting on the corner of the dining hall eating his last bite of bread with ale in his left hand.
the four young men were accidentally met with Ser Cedric and Ser Gareth in the dining hall. The two knights asked them to replace their position manning the rooftop where Old Man Jedd was left alone. It seemed like they needed a private place to talk so they had to clear the dining hall from anyone.
On the rooftop of the courthouse, the hwachas were fully prepared and ready for battle. Every intricate detail was thought through and every component checked, the siege weapons were primed and ready to be unleashed.
Old Man Jed, seated by the hwacha in the northern corner of the courthouse rooftop, held a jug of ale in one hand while his other hand clutched onto something hidden within his shirt. The almost empty mug rested beside him, a testament to his solitary presence in the midst of the chaos unfolding around him.
With a solemn expression, Jed withdrew a ragged yellow-streaked feather and a small red cloth from his shirt. His weathered eyes fixated on the feather, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and nostalgia. The feather, a relic from a distant memory, held deep significance for him.
As he stared at the feather, memories of a long-lost home flooded his mind. He could almost feel the warmth of the hearth, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation, and the comforting embrace of loved ones. The weight of his emotions became too heavy to bear, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down his weathered cheek.
Quickly, Jed brushed the tear away, unwilling to let his vulnerability show. He knew that dwelling on the past would not change the present reality, but in that brief moment, he allowed himself to acknowledge the ache within his heart.
"I'm home," he whispered softly, the words carrying a bittersweet tone. Though physically far from the place he called home, Jed found solace in the memories that resurfaced through the touch of the feather. It was a reminder of the love and connection he once had, a reminder that he was not alone in this desolate world.
A sense of determination glimmered in his eyes as he spoke again, this time with a resolute tone. "I'll see you soon." The words held a mixture of anticipation and longing as if Jed was yearning for a reunion that lay beyond the boundaries of the physical realm.
At that moment, as chaos and despair enveloped the world around him, Old Man Jedd found solace and strength in the simple artifacts he held dear. The feather and the cloth served as symbols of his past, guiding lights in the darkness that urged him to keep moving forward.
As he lamented on his past, Old Man Jedd heard the sound of multiple sets of feet climbing up the stairs, and soon enough four young men appeared from the stairwell. They were Aden, Phil, Gilbert, and Martin.
