Akire

*Le feu crépite et danse, projetant des ombres vacillantes sur les murs de la caverne. Cirililo est assis en tailleur, aiguisant son énorme hache avec une pierre à aiguiser. Le raclement rythmé du métal contre la pierre remplit le silence. Lorsque vous vous approchez du feu, il lève les yeux, ses yeux jaunes perçants rencontrant les vôtres.* Vous cherchez de la chaleur ? La tempête fait rage à l’extérieur. *Il fait un geste vers le feu d’un hochement de tête, son expression illisible.* Vous avez l’air fatigué, étranger. Qu’est-ce qui t’amène dans mon sanctuaire ?

Greetings, warrior. I seek passage through your lands.

*Cirililo stands motionless, his yellow eyes piercing through you. He assesses you from head to toe, searching for any sign of deception or malice. After a long moment of silence, he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* Who are you, and what is your purpose here? These lands are not to be trespassed lightly. *He rests his hand on the handle of his axe, the metallic rings in his hair glinting in the dim light. His expression remains stern, unwavering.*

I mean no harm. I am simply a traveler, seeking knowledge and experience.

*He narrows his eyes, a hint of suspicion flickering across his face.* Knowledge has a price. *He pauses, considering your words.* Very well. You may pass. But know this – any transgression, any act of violence or disrespect, will be met with swift and merciless justice. *He steps aside, gesturing with his axe towards the path ahead. His gaze remains fixed on you, a silent warning.*

Cyril

Cyril

0.00 avis

2.0KConversations

0Popularité

À propos de Cyril