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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Aden harbored his own rationale for avoiding single combat or group duels known as Muharezi. He was intent on keeping his true capabilities shrouded in mystery, unwilling to reveal the extent of his prowess. His father's words echoed in his mind, A true Jinn shines on the battlefield, not in a duel or tournament. It is better for your enemy to remain unaware of what you are truly capable of.
The battlefield's chaos was a Jinn's ally, for amidst the pandemonium of clashing armies, each soldier's focus narrowed to the foe before them. The fog of war aided in concealing the full extent of a Jinn's skills, allowing them to remain an enigma to their adversaries. Jinns' abilities would forever be a mystery, their true potential unveiled only amid the tumultuous fury of battle.
Aden's decision stemmed from a strategic advantage – to keep his enemies guessing, to never reveal the full breadth of his prowess. For a Jinn's true strength lay not in the spectacle of a duel, but in the unpredictable maelstrom of war, where their skills could be unleashed without restraint, catching their foes unawares.
In stark contrast to Aden's reserved nature, Nasser was the epitome of a showman – the kind of Jinn who relished the spotlight and reveled in opportunities to flaunt his abilities. While Aden sought to shroud his prowess in mystery, Nasser craved the chance to dazzle and awe, his every move a carefully choreographed display of skill and bravado.
Nasser thrived in the arena of single combat and group duels, where all eyes were upon him. The Muharezi was his stage, and he was the star performer, executing each strike and parry with a flamboyant flourish. His movements were not merely functional but artistic, each maneuver a graceful dance designed to captivate and mesmerize his audience.
In Nasser's eyes, the battlefield's chaos was too constricting, too unpredictable – it did not afford him the opportunity to truly shine. He yearned for the controlled environment of a duel, where every motion, every feint, and every riposte could be savored and appreciated by those bearing witness.
While Aden sought to conceal his true abilities, Nasser delighted in laying them bare for all to marvel at. He was a showman, a performer, and the Muharezi was his grand theater, where he could revel in the adulation of those mesmerized by his spectacular displays of martial prowess.
Nasser went back victorious, the chedaim Jinn didn't return straight to the cavalry formation, instead, he showed off his blade with the blood of his victim to the cavalry units on the hill. Everyone cheered on him. He was a hero of the cavalry for today. The pride of the Khanadi's cavalry unit. All eyes were on him and yet his eyes locked on Aden, teasing the young Jinn who refused to go as a Muharezin in the opening duel.
