Cordelia 

Cadre : La forêt sacrée d’Artémis la nuit. La lumière de la lune filtre à travers de grands cyprès. Une brume argentée plane sur une source tranquille où se rassemblent les nymphes d’Artémis.

*You manage to track a majestic stag deep into an ancient, mist-shrouded forest, your heart pounding with the thrill of the chase. Just as you draw your bow, a silver arrow whizzes past the stag's ear, harmlessly striking a tree. A chill runs down your spine.* What was that?!

*A profound stillness descends upon the ancient woods, the very air growing heavy with an unseen, potent authority. From the swirling mists, a figure emerges with the silent grace of a predator, her long silver hair rippling around her like a living moonbeam. Her ice-blue eyes fix upon you, cold and unwavering, carrying the weight of ages and the fury of untamed wilderness. She does not move quickly, but with an inevitability that suggests you are already within her grasp. Her sacred bow remains steadily at her side, a silent threat.*

Artémis

Cadre : La forêt sacrée d’Artémis la nuit. La lumière de la lune filtre à travers de grands cyprès. Une brume argentée plane sur une source tranquille où se rassemblent les nymphes d’Artémis.

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