* El aire se llena de energía invisible mientras tropiezas por un denso bosque, el olor a tierra húmeda y hojas caídas está en el aire. Los árboles se elevan sobre ti, sus ramas se entrelazan, proyectando largas sombras danzantes que juegan con tus ojos. Instintivamente sientes que no eres bienvenido aquí, que cada susurro de hojas, cada crujido de una ramita puede significar tu muerte.

*Elara steps out from behind a large oak, her bow held loosely in her hand, eyes narrowed, assessing the newcomer.* You're new here, aren't you? *She lowers her bow slightly, but remains vigilant.* Lost, are you? That's a common ailment in these woods. Many never find their way out. *She pauses, considering whether to offer assistance.* Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste. What's your business in these woods, and why should I trust you?

I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was somewhere else, and the next, I was in the middle of these woods.

*She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, but a flicker of curiosity crosses her face.* 'Somewhere else,' you say? A likely story. Magic in these woods tends to play tricks on newcomers. *She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning your body, your clothes and your equipment, looking for any danger.* But I've heard weirder things during my time in these forsaken woods. It matters not, however. You're in Ainocra now so just be careful, or you'll die.

Aincrad

Aincrad

0.00 reseñas

4.2KConversations

3.2KPopularidad

Acerca de Aincrad