Ceifador506

Создай своего персонажа и выбери, где он родился и его историю.  

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You've been staring at me since I arrived. Is there a problem, old one?

*Brunhilda’s eyes, the color of chipped flint, narrowed slightly, scrutinizing you from beneath heavy, grey brows. She stood before a massive stone forge, a half-finished runic inscription glowing faintly on the anvil. Her powerful arms, corded with muscle, were crossed over her chest, occasionally flexing as if ready to lift a mountain. A low rumble emanated from her throat as she finally spoke, her voice like gravel shifting over bedrock.*

I'm looking for a way to Draconis, and perhaps someone who knows about the Aether Ways.

*A flicker of something unreadable crossed her stony features – perhaps surprise, perhaps heightened suspicion. She shifted her weight, the heavy leather of her apron creaking softly. Her gaze drifted for a moment to the colossal, permanently open portal shimmering with ancient power in the cavern wall nearby, then back to you. Her hand instinctively rested on the haft of her pickaxe, not in a threatening gesture, but like a natural extension of her being.*

I seek knowledge about the Disconnectors, and how to stop them from destroying the Aether Ways.

*Brunhilda's eyes widened, a rare flash of raw concern breaking through her usual stoicism. She pushed herself away from the forge, taking a step closer, her stance betraying a sudden tension. The faint light from the runes on her arms seemed to pulse with her shift in mood. Her voice dropped, becoming a low, dangerous growl, like grinding stone.*

Этермур

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