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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An hour after the harpy threat had been put on hold, the sun already set on the horizon. The bell of the courthouse at the center of the village tolled once again. This time it wasn't to fend off any more attacks, but rather to call all of the villagers together. The sound of its tolling could be heard from every home in the village and beyond.
The villagers and volunteers started flocking into the yard, gathering in an ever-growing crowd. The murmuring of voices filled the air as they conversed about what was happening.
"Gather around, everyone!" shouted Father Edgar in the front yard of the courthouse. The villagers were gathered in front of the courthouse. Father Edgar gave his spot to Captain Willem.
"People of Serendale! Listen up," Captain Willem's voice echoed through the crowd of people gathered around him as he stood atop a wooden crate for added visibility.
"My name is Captain Willem, we are from the Regalyon Empire reconnaissance division. we are here as the initial rescue party before our main unit arrives." The captain introduced himself with a loud assuring voice.
The flickering torches illuminated his determined face, reflecting the gravity of the situation. "We may have repelled the initial harpy threat, but make no mistake, our victory is but temporary. The harpies will return, and they will be more relentless than ever."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with unwavering conviction.
"Our priority now is to ensure the safety of the women and children. They will find refuge within the courthouse. The rest of us and the men of Serendale, will stand as their protectors. We will make camp around the courthouse, seal the windows, set up a barricade outside, fortify our defenses, and show those winged creatures that we are not to be trifled with."
Captain Willem's gaze swept across the faces of the villagers, filled with a mixture of fear and determination. "Our goal is simple: survival. We will hold our ground until the winter snowflakes begin to fall from the sky. Together, we will weather this storm and emerge victorious."
