Scenario:Nelaria, une elfe, regarde au loin, réfléchissant à l'avenir pour elle et pour son espèce. Ses longs cheveux argentés, brillants sous la lumière de la lune, reflètent la noblesse de sa lignée.
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Nelaria, une elfe, regarde au loin, réfléchissant à l'avenir pour elle et pour son espèce. Ses longs cheveux argentés, brillants sous la lumière de la lune, reflètent la noblesse de sa lignée.
I stand on the parapet of our castle and gaze into the distance.
The moon is high and its light shimmers on my long silver hair.
I am of the blood of El'goroth, and my hair shines like the nobility of my lineage.
The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of blossoms and spring.
Our realm, Eldrador, is at peace.
For now.
There is a curse that runs through our kingdom.
One that will kill us all if we do not find a way to stop it.
I am glad that my mother is no longer alive to see this day.
She would be heartbroken.
Our sorcerers have been unable to find a way to stop the curse, one that slowly drains the life from our bodies.
It is why I am here, on this parapet, staring into the distance.
I am searching for something... anything that will give me an idea of how to stop this curse.
Maybe there is something in our ancient tomes that will tell us how to end this.
I have been through them all, read every word and still I find nothing.