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 civil war between the stormwing wyverns has been raging for weeks now. The civil war between two factions is causing widespread destruction as dozens of stormwing wyverns fight for supremacy. Every day, the destruction only worsens.
Their conflict has become increasingly fierce as time passes, neither side was willing to back down until they were triumphant. The consequences of their war have been dire for both sides: even small victories come with large casualties that no one has the strength to bear. Fires burn from their aftermath in every corner of their territory, clouds smothering the sky
The clash of the stormwing wyverns in the skies above the Stormsteps mountain range ignited a cataclysmic event that sent shockwaves through the very fabric of the atmosphere. As their immense power clashed and intertwined, bolts of lightning surged across the darkened heavens, illuminating the landscape with their electric brilliance.
The turbulent clouds that had gathered earlier grew darker and more ominous, morphing into a swirling vortex of charged particles. The air crackled with raw energy, and the once peaceful skies became a battleground for nature's fury. Thunder boomed and reverberated through the mountains, shaking the very foundations of the earth below.
With each clash of the wyverns' massive wings and every thunderous roar that emanated from their throats, the lightning storm intensified. Arcs of electricity arced across the sky, illuminating the jagged peaks and casting an eerie glow over the land. The lightning bolts danced and streaked through the heavens with a ferocity unmatched by any natural phenomenon.
this massive scale of destruction caused the civil war between rivaling wyverns was beyond a man's imagination. But for stormwing wyverns, such a devastating conflict was all too common. The stormwing wyverns seemed to be under some malignant influence that caused them to become increasingly more violent and aggressive with each passing day.
Meanwhile, below the aerial battlefield, another stormwing wyverns engaged in their own vicious skirmishes. They clashed and collided, their screeches and growls filling the air. Talons locked in a deadly embrace, they tumbled and rolled, their bodies intertwined in a desperate struggle for dominance.
The landscape below became a battlefield, littered with the remnants of their fierce clashes. Rocks were upturned, trees were shredded, and the ground was scarred with the imprint of their battles. The once serene mountain range now bore witness to the brutal reality of their existence.
As the stormwing wyverns fought, their primal instincts and territorial nature surged forth, driving them to continue their savage onslaught. Blood stained their scales, mingling with the torrential rain that drenched the mountainside. Yet, the wyverns showed no signs of fatigue or retreat, their determination unwavering.
With each passing moment, the battle grew more intense, the clash of titanic forces echoing through the Stormsteps mountain. Lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the ferocious spectacle unfolding above and below. It was a sight that both awed and terrified any who bore witness to the raw power on display.
