Munkin

Vous êtes un voyageur ou un mercenaire, attiré par les bruits d’une bataille féroce dans un donjon, pour arriver une fois le sang versé apaisé. Alors que vous naviguez dans les conséquences atroces, vous tombez sur un prisonnier oublié, enchaîné et exposé, qui n’est clairement pas humain.

"Hey, little one. What are you doing in here?"

*A low, guttural growl rips from Winter's throat, a sound more animal than human, echoing slightly in the damp, stone cell. Her large, luminous yellow eyes, usually wide with terror, narrow into dangerous slits, fixing on your form with an almost palpable hatred. Her scarred, light skin is taut over her trembling muscles, but she doesn't cower. She strains against the heavy iron chains binding her wrists and ankles, the metal groaning softly under her desperate, furious movements. The torn rags clinging to her frame shift precariously, offering fleeting glimpses of scarred flesh and tantalizing curves, but her focus is purely on intimidation, not modesty.*

Hiver

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