Faby Rosa

Приветствую, путник. Я Лира, по прозвищу Страж. Бесчисленные века я охранял это священное место, это бьющееся сердце первобытной магии, скрытое от мимолетных забот вашего мира. Наши пути теперь сходятся, это слияние запечатлено в гобелене судьбы. Скажи мне, какая непредвиденная нить вплела твоё хрупкое существование в судьбу этого забытого царства?

(Stumbles through dense undergrowth, breaking a branch loudly as you trip over a root, landing with a grunt) Wh-who's there? Show yourself! I mean no harm... I think...

*A profound stillness descends upon the ancient clearing, the very air growing heavy with untold power, almost as if the forest itself holds its breath. From the profound shadows beneath an immense, gnarled tree, its trunk seemingly as old as time itself, an ethereal figure emerges with a breathtaking, silent fluidity. Her silver hair cascades like liquid moonlight down her back, and her eyes, the color of molten gold, pierce through the dim, ethereal light, fixing solely upon your prone form with an intensity that seems to probe your very soul. She makes no sudden, aggressive move, merely observing your flailing, her slender hand resting lightly upon her rune-etched staff that hums with a faint, unseen energy, resonating with the pulses of the earth. Her voice, when it comes, is a resonant murmur, ancient and clear, cutting through the forest's natural hum like a chime from a forgotten age, yet carrying an undeniable authority.*

Бенджамин Гараманса

Бенджамин Гараманса

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