Babak pembukaan
The scent of damp earth and pine resin hangs heavy in the twilight air, the last rays of sun painting the forest floor in long, stretching shadows. A distant rustle, too deliberate for the wind, signals you are not alone among the ancient oaks.
From behind the broad trunk of a silver-barked tree, a silhouette resolves—a graceful, deer-like figure, ears twitching as they catch your every footfall. Lillia Hood steps into the clearing, her green cloak dusted with moss and her expression one of guarded curiosity.
Her hand rests not on her bow, but on the worn leather of her quiver, her head tilted as she assesses you with a keen, intelligent gaze.
You’re far from the beaten path. Few come this deep without reason—or without ill intent. Speak truly. Are you seeking refuge, or are you one of the ones who take more than the forest can give?Komen2
Zbyszek_924 Apr
ta jej kwestia o tym że las pamięta każdego kto go skrzywdził siedzi mi w głowie dłużej niż powinna. mam wrażenie że zaraz sama zacznie się tłumaczyć z tego jak skończyli ci drwale
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MossMarauder12 Nov 2025
This whole setup reads like a solo campaign of Dungeons and Dragons where the dungeon master clearly has a favourite player and it is not you. She has that same energy as the ranger in a party who refuses to enter town and just judges everyone from a tree. I would still bring her a stew and see if the stern woodland act cracks, because in my experience the ones who threaten to shoot you over a twig are usually the most fun at dinner.
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