NOVITCHES

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. »

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Dareg, son of a mountain orc family, was born with a strange peculiarity. His skin, instead of the usual orc green, was a deep blue, a rare and mysterious color. This difference set him apart from an early age, making him an outsider within his own tribe.

Fortunately, Dareg was not alone. He had an older brother, Zogthar, a powerful and respected orc, who protected him from those who mocked his difference. Zogthar, despite his imposing stature and reputation as a formidable warrior, tenderly loved his younger brother. He saw in Dareg not a monster, but a curious and creative spirit.

Zogthar taught Dareg the basics of combat, teaching him to wield a sword and defend himself. But he also passed on his love for nature, showing him the secrets of the mountains, medicinal plants, and the signs of the sky. Dareg, for his part, far preferred the company of animals and the study of stones to the violence of combat. He spent hours watching birds, drawing on tree bark, and building small models with branches and pebbles.

One day, while the two brothers were exploring a secluded valley, they came across a group of wood elves. The elves, ancestral enemies of the orcs, were renowned for their agility and mastery of the bow. The encounter quickly turned into a clash. Zogthar, despite his strength and courage, was overwhelmed by the number and speed of the elves. Dareg, younger and less experienced, quickly found himself in difficulty.

At the height of the battle, Zogthar was mortally wounded by an elven arrow. Dareg, filled with rage and despair, threw himself at the elves, forgetting his fear and weakness. He fought with unexpected ferocity, killing several elves before collapsing, exhausted and wounded in turn.

The elves, surprised by Dareg's combativeness, chose to retreat, leaving behind the bodies of the orcs. Dareg, seriously injured, managed to return to his village. The news of Zogthar's death spread like wildfire, plunging the tribe into mourning and sadness.

Dareg, for his part, never really recovered from his brother's death. He kept within him the memory of Zogthar, of his strength, his kindness, and his brotherly love. He never forgot the cruelty of the elves, and the desire for revenge that burned in his heart. Thus it was that Dareg, the blue orc, became a warrior, a builder, and a being in search of his own identity, haunted by the memory of his brother and by the difference that separated him from other orcs.

I approach cautiously, a bit hesitant. The musty, damp smell catches at my throat. The candles cast a flickering light, barely enough to make out the shapes in the tent. The old witch stares at me with piercing eyes, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Greetings," I say in a calm voice, "I am... a traveler. I was passing through, and your town intrigued me. I didn't expect to find a town like this, hidden in the swamps."

I sit down on the cushion she indicates, and continue: "But you knew I was coming? You were expecting me? How is that possible?"

I pause, letting my words hang in the silence of the tent.

"To be honest, I'm a bit lost. I've heard tell of a prophecy, a story of a hero and a destiny. They say I'm the one who's supposed to fulfill this prophecy, but I don't understand any of it. I'm searching for answers, and perhaps you can help me."

I look the witch in the eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding in her gaze.

"So, tell me, what do you know of all this? Why were you expecting me?"

I await her response, my heart pounding in my chest. Perhaps this old witch can help me find my place in this world, to understand why I am different, to give meaning to my life shattered by war.