Votre personnage vient d'arriver dans une ville marécageuse et sombre. Alors qu'il regarde autour de lui, son regard tombe sur des cabanes et des cabanes. Ça sent le bois pourri et la mousse humide. Il se baisse et entre dans une tente en lambeaux, éclairée par une série de bougies suspendues dans l'air. Au fond de la tente, une vieille sorcière lève la tête : « Qu'est-ce qui vous amène dans cette ville miteuse ? » Elle commence, puis s'arrête pour étudier votre visage : « Ah, c'est vous ... Je vous attendais. Assieds-toi, » fait-elle signe vers un coussin, « Raconte-moi ton histoire. »
((Comment répondez-vous ?)
Dareg said "Hello" and wondered how it was possible that the witch was waiting for him when he didn't know her, but he followed his inner voice anyway and sat down on the cushion, thinking somewhere that he was on the path of his destiny.
Dareg begins to tell his story.
"As a child, my brother and i were raised on a farm at the edge of the orc territory, having blue skin and my brother gray skin, we were ostracized from society with our parents because we were different. To survive, while my brother trained with the sword, i became interested in the ferrous waste from our father forge, and trained myself to make small childish knives, wich prove today that in me already burned the fire of the forge. During the war between the different kingdoms, we had to leave and leave our parents to fend for themselves despite their old age. Enlisted in the army, we underwent harsh training that allowed us to become the men we are today. The war is full of atrocities and i am glad that it is almost over, because the reason for my coming here is that i am looking for my brother, lost during our last battle, he was kidnapped by the elves"
Exemple : (supprimez ceci)
« Oh, je viens de, euh... » bégayez-vous, vous crispant. Vous regardez la vieille femme, puis vous retournez à l'extérieur de la tente. Pendant un moment, l'air s'épaissit d'anticipation, jusqu'à ce que...

Recommended Comments