CDara

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

Miléwen Aeris : 
 

For a split of second, her gaze wandered, searching in her memories for the reason she had come there. Suddendly, she remembered. Her friend had told her about her upcoming meeting. Finally, she raplied "Good morning, I didn't expect to see you so soon". She calmly sat down as invited and began her story

(modification - added content 24-10-2025)

"In the past, I lived a sedentary life with my people. My main responsability was to watch for potential attacks, but nothing exciting ever happened in a hundred year. The silence of the woods weighed heavily on me. Every crack of a branch reminded me of how slowly the centuries passed.

Then one evening, I set off to explore, crossing the edge without looking back. I thought I was going on a short trip... I didn't know that I would leave everything behind.

Now, my birthplace no longer exists, it was decimated by a group of orcs. I lost my beloved family, but I never lost my thirst for exploration and discovery. Only the wind knows my name, and that is enough."