Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
She would sigh loudly, clearly irritated with how things have turned out. Walking around without much care, she would toss her jacket on top of the pile of things Eirik was already carrying (another player). She would ignore Amirah's (another player) loud babbles as they explain our "life's story". With a huff and a sigh, she would interject- "I expected as much of Dark Elves- This would happen sooner or later, tis a shame really." Without further thought, she would seat herself. Her eyes drifted to the lady's. Those eyes reminding her of her so called mother's. She had never wished to traverse the lands, never wishing for a land of conquest nor adventure, yet here she stood. "I still can't believe our foster parents kicked us out like that, just because they got lucky and had a kid" A shrug and another sigh, "Of course, what would could one expect-" Her words were spoken with such venom, one could only imagine the betrayal she had felt. Having been taken in by a pair of dark elves, being cared for by these people for 13 years, yet when they had one they could call their own, they couldn't be less remorseful as they abandon those that trusted them.
Her eyes would land upon a drink and she would start to call out to Aziz (another player), "Can you buy me a drink? I've been walking for far too long and it's been a day or something since our so called /parents/ kicked us out." Her pleas would go unheard as Aziz turns his head, not wanting to bother with Sybelle's demands. She would pout but relent, feeling her oldest brother's stare on her back. "Well.. I guess we're here now. Not much to say" A smile would hide her true feelings as she chuckled slightly, "I suppose our only goal now is to find a place to call our own-" her gaze would fall to those she came with, "though I suppose a small trip- a small adventure wouldn't be so bad.." her voice softens as she thinks back once more to what she once called home- 'Was this my fault? Was I a bad child?' those thoughts raced through her head as she shook them away, rather bringing back her smile, shrugging and looking over to her brother, Eirik, preparing himself to leave once more.
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