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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When the party reached the halfway point. they saw something that looked like a human body surrounded by five harpies in the middle of the road. the party also heard something different, they heard a harpy moan sensually.
"Huu...ha..huu!" Martin screamed in guttural and incomprehensible language as he pointed an accusing finger at the group of unearthly creatures blocking the path ahead. The party collectively gasped in terror, their eyes widening with disbelief as they stared at the writhing mass. What could have made the mute scream like that?
Martin was in the front caravan along with Kazama, Captain Willem, and Corporal Knightly.
Corporal Knightly saw Captain Willem raise his hand and then clenched his fist.
"Halt!" Corporal Knightly yelled followed by the recon knights relaying his command to the back.
The caravan stopped just a stone's throw from the harpies grouping in the middle of the path in front of them. The harpies seemed like they didn't bother with the rescue party presence near them.
Corporal Knightly turned to the back of the caravan and commanded, "Marcus, Ethan, go check that, the rest of you stay with the caravan."
Marcus and Ethan stepped forward. They walked slowly toward the harpies grouping.
The air was heavy with tension as Marcus and Ethan stood frozen, their eyes fixated on the lifeless feet protruding from the cluster of harpies. Marcus, his voice filled with disbelief, broke the silence.
"Is that..the burly prisoner? The one who opts off?" Ethan, his brows furrowed in consternation, nodded grimly. "Looks like it. Seems like his exit attempt didn't end well."
The burly prisoner's corpse was lying in his puddle of blood, disemboweled, His intestines were exposed. The harpies were yanking and pulling his intestines. One of the harpy slunk away from the bloody corpse, its naked body void of any feathers. Its features contorted into a shuddering moan, releasing a sound that was both seductive and sinister.
it looks like the naked harpy made it to mate with the burly prisoner before they disemboweled him and ate his innards while he was still alive.
A mixture of fear and guilt washed over Marcus as he whispered, "We should have stopped him. Maybe he would still be alive."
Ethan's voice carried a hint of resignation. "There was no way we could have predicted this. Survival out here is a gamble, and sometimes the odds are against us."
They exchanged a somber glance, both aware of the harsh reality they faced in this unforgiving realm. The sight of the harpies tearing into their fallen comrade served as a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked within the mountain range.
Aden was able to take a look at each one of the harpies, and he was instantly awestruck. Winged creatures in human female shape with feathered wings instead of arms and razor-sharp talons for feet. He had never seen anything like it before and could not take his eyes off them.
