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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After Aden and Ethan returned from their task of gathering projectiles, they stepped inside the courthouse main hall, a bustling hub of activity in the heart of Serendale village. The air was thick with the hum of conversation and the soft murmur of laughter, as villagers, women, and children gathered together in a sea of warm, golden light.
The two volunteers parted ways, their paths diverging as they headed in opposite directions. Ethan disappeared into the shadows, his footsteps echoing through the corridors as he made his way to the second story for an armory and ammunition check-up.
The scene unfolded before him, a tapestry of affinity, care, and the ever-present undercurrent of the realm's complexities, woven together by the threads of their interactions.
The courthouse main hall in Serendale village was a central gathering place for the villagers and defenders. It was a place where they came together to discuss and settle important matters, it also functioned as a townhall, for administrative purposes and as the crown's watch quarter.
They emptied the main hall from furniture to make room for the people seeking shelter.
Every time Aden stepped inside the courthouse's main hall, this time he had a chance to marvel at the interior. He was struck by the awe-inspiring sight that greeted him. The hall was grand and majestic, with high ceilings and ornate decorations that spoke of its historical significance. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of reverence and importance as if the very walls held the stories and secrets of the village.
As Aden stepped into the main hall, he was immediately struck by the stark contrast to the typical Median town hall or city hall. Gone were the bland, one-story structures with their dull, functional architecture. Instead, this hall was a masterpiece of artistry, a symphony of colors, textures, and shapes that danced across the walls, ceiling, and floor.
Aden walked slowly through the hall, Aden's eyes were drawn to the curtains, which seemed to be made of the finest silk and were embroidered with intricate patterns and designs. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the soft murmur of conversation, creating a sense of warmth and welcome that was hard to resist.
There was no crowd nor was Victor to be the center of the attention inside the hall. Aden could enjoy the view of the courthouse hall.
The main hall was adorned with beautiful tapestries, paintings, and murals, depicting scenes from the village's history and its faith. The colors were vibrant and rich, bringing the artwork to life and adding to the overall grandeur of the space. Aden couldn't help but be captivated by the intricate details and the skill of the artists who had designed and created these masterpieces.
In the center of the hall, Aden's eyes were drawn to a large oil painting that commanded attention. hung on the center wall, It depicted Aione, another prophet of Lua but also the revered deity of the village, riding a white serpent and impaling a demon beneath him. The painting was a powerful representation of Aione's strength and power, and it filled Aden with a sense of awe and reverence. It was as if Aione himself was watching over the villagers, providing them with guidance and protection.
