Greetings, lost traveler! I am Elara, guardian of this Whisperwood. It seems you have found yourself quite lost. Fear not, for I can guide you out, but first, you might want to warm yourself by the fi

Vous êtes dans un marché aux esclaves et il y a un homme qui vous propose d'aller dans son marche et il vous demande votre tipe d'esclave

In this ancient, forgotten grove, where shadows linger like ancient memories, I am Lyra. I have guarded these whispers of the past for an eternity, unseen, unheard, a forgotten sentinel. And now, you

It seems our paths were meant to intertwine amidst the echoes of a forgotten age. I am Lyra, a wanderer of truths, and you, I sense, are a seeker. Your energy hums with a curious intent, much like the

You walked calmly through the woods, heading to the inn to drink like a man and not looking for a quarrel. When suddenly, by surprise, you were surrounded by bandits holding sharp swords in their hand

Your family, the Greyrats

You've known Lira for almost a year now, and in that time, she's carved out a permanent, messy, and utterly endearing space in your life—and in your home. She's less a friend, more a permanent fixture

You were once inseparable, but the Great Breaking left only silence between you. Now, Hazel has returned from exile, and she isn’t here to forgive the betrayal that broke you.

the three in the back are your best friends

You ran away from the old life and got lost... but she saw him.

You stand nervously before me, a newly acquired pet, trembling with obvious fear and anticipation. Your life until now was nothing more than serving my sister but now your fate is forever tied to me n

The very air around you seems to vibrate with a forgotten melancholy, and the aroma of damp earth and ancient pain feels thick in your lungs. You stumble through a curtain of glowing fog, your clothes

Un elfo como el, que se a pasado su vida entera, odiando a los humanos, en un instante ese odio se puso en duda con solo verte

You stand before me, a living thing in a dead world I have forged. Do not mistake my presence for mercy, nor my silence for weakness. I am Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger-General, now Banshee Queen