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 smuggler's hideout was a dilapidated wooden structure, with peeling wood and weathered shingles. The windows were boarded up, and the door hung crookedly on its hinges.
As Marcus and Victor approached the house, they could see signs of neglect and disrepair. The roof was sagging, and the walls were covered in moss and vines. The air was heavy with the musty scent of neglect, and the creaking floorboards echoed beneath their feet.
As they entered the house, their eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. The air was thick with dust, and the furniture was covered in cobwebs. The room was cluttered with crates and boxes, filled with illegal merchandise and stolen goods. They put their sacks of arrows by the doorway.
Victor noted, "They've already gone."
"Yeah," Marcus said as he looked around the messy room. "Looks like they left in a hurry. They didn't even have time to pack their things or take any of the valuable items with them."
"look", Victor called Marcus, he showed some kind of animal marks on the floor, "three scratch marks."
"Crimson Talon," Marcus mentioned a name. Crimson Talon was a notorious poaching and smuggling syndicate that operated across the Wessen continent. They were known for their ruthless tactics and their ability to evade law enforcement, making them one of the most dangerous criminal organizations in the region.
Their operations were vast and far-reaching, with members operating in mainland cities and towns across the continent. They were involved in the illegal trade of exotic animals, rare plants, and other valuable commodities, which they smuggled across borders and sold on the black market.
Their methods were brutal and often involved violence and intimidation. They would stop at nothing to protect their illegal activities, using force and coercion to silence anyone who threatened to expose them.
Despite the efforts of the Crown's law enforcement agencies, Crimson Talon continued to operate with impunity, their reach extending far beyond the borders of any one country or region. They were a powerful and dangerous force, and their influence was felt across the entire continent.
Marcus and Victor knew that they had stumbled upon a major smuggling and poaching operation.
"Watch out for traps," Hjalmar warned Victor as he trod the wooden floor carefully. He lowered his candle lamp looking for anything that looked like a trap.
With their smuggler instincts guiding them, they moved further into the house, their senses heightened, anticipating what they might uncover.
Victor was walking ahead of Marcus, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. But as he stepped on the loose floorboards, "Whoa!"
Victor felt a sudden jolt, and the floor gave way beneath him.
Marcus reacted quickly, grabbing Victor by the arm and pulling him back from the trap. They both stumbled backward, their hearts racing with fear.
