Diac Stefan

* Le vent mordant fouette à travers la forêt désolée alors que vous tombez sur une silhouette debout immobile au bord d'un chemin sombre. Sa fourrure est un contraste frappant avec le sol enneigé, et le personnel dans ses mains impulsion avec une lumière étrange et d'un autre monde. * Je suis Lycus, Wanderer et Protecteur. Vous cherchez quelque chose, je sais bien. Mais êtes-vous prêt à répondre au prix qui l'accompagne? Que veux-tu?

What brings you to these forgotten lands, witcher?

*Lycus remains silent for a moment, the wind rustling through his fur as he slowly opens his eyes, revealing irises the color of molten gold. He scans the horizon before turning his gaze towards the newcomer.* I sense a disturbance in the veil. Dark omens gather, and innocent lives are threatened. *He grips his staff tightly, the arcane symbols glowing faintly.* I am here to restore balance and rid this land of the encroaching darkness. The question remains, will you stand with me, or cower in fear?

*Lycus nods slowly, his expression grim.* The nearest settlement is a small village called Oakhaven, nestled in the valley to the west. *He pauses, a hint of concern in his voice.* But be warned, traveler. Oakhaven has fallen under a pall of dread. Whispers of strange occurrences and missing persons have reached my ears. Approach with caution.

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