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 months ago...
In the semi-arid land of Al-Ard —known as the Land in the native tongue— a contested territory of two major forces in the Median sub-continent. Two forces on the opposite side face each other in a soon-to-be battlefield.
Northern medianites call it The Land because it is the only land that matters in the northern Median subcontinent.
The Land, marked by its vast stretches of dry earth and sporadic oases, would become a battle of immense importance. A clash between two rivaling Emirs—Emir Khanadi and Emir Yuza—both kings in the tongue of Median, each vying for control over the strategic Al-Ard region. This arid land was coveted for its precious water sources and its potential as a key trade route of the northern coast.
Every good and merchandise from the distant continent of Essen docked in port-city Bahari was transported through Palm Route in The Land to all over the trade cities in the Western hemisphere.
Palm Route was a bustling trade route, one of the trade cities was Darusalin where merchants from all corners of the realm gathered in the holy city Darusalin to do their business. This convergence of commerce made Darusalin the ultimate trading and holy city, renowned for its bustling marketplaces and spiritual significance.
in addition to the rising numbers of new converts in Lua Light from the land of the Andal—words of the Medianites for the Wessen continent— for the last twenty years that made the pilgrimage in the Palm Route has become more packed than it used to be.
Over the last two decades, business and trade have flourished, transforming the Palm Route into a coveted pathway, anyone who control the Palm Route would become The Emir of Emirs in Median.
Forces come and go.
Civilizations of ancient fought for control over the city of Darusalin, an ancient city of three major religions in the Wessen and Median—Chedaism, Church of Aione, and Lua Light.
The city's unique traits made it the eye of the world—the center of attention of the whole realm. The city was located in the northern part of The Land, near the Neck, a narrow land between Wessen and Median.
Kings fought over Darusalin for power and wealth. Folks fought over Darusalin for faith and belief.
Holy wars were waged for the span of more than three hundred years by the Wessen realm against the Median. The holy war was over for a hundred years or so.
and this time...
Amidst the shifting sands of Median, a transformation was underway that would alter the very fabric of its military landscape. Once, the Emirs had taken pride in nurturing and expanding their own armies, molding them like a blacksmith shaping a blade. But over time, a subtle lethargy seemed to creep in. The Emirs grew complacent, their ambitions dulled by an insidious comfort.
