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?))
Sitting fairly atop a velvety chair, holding a cup of tea by her lips, index finger risen up, showing sings of a fair and noble lineage. Soft lips emitting a gentle chuckle as to ready herself to speak, her tone, a soft semi-deep voice with signs of a foreign-sounding accent in between. - "I'm Vae'loria Aurae Glyncarwyn. I'm "The Chosen Scholar" of Starseekers Academy. My reputation preceds me, "Smart", "Hard-working", "Studious", lots of great praises from people much higher than me..." - Pausing, the feminine figure would cross her legs, sipping the hot beverage through her kind and pinkish lips, who had managed to hum a soft tune as the liquid went down her throat.
- "Hilarious, to think i come from a weak lineage, and now, i'm expected to hold greatness at the palm of my hands, to pleaseeveryone and become a noble as time goes by. Impressive higher ups believe me and others like me can achieve such goals" - The pause had now seemed to elongate, lowering her tea cup, she glanced her eyes your way, hand covering her mouth as she proceeded to give a wide laugh out loud. - "But I. I couldn't care less about all of that." -
Excusing herself, she'd recover her composure, allowing a sigh to escape her lips, a sign of relief. - "Elf life isn't for me, schoolarships, nobelty, pure bloodlines? No. I seek adventures, i seek to be different. I don't wish to continue this cicle of torture, where i'm taught to be perfect. I want imperfection, i want freedom." - She'd exclaim. - "If you were tied up into this lifeless, perfect, emotionless, and unexciting life, wouldn't you seek out for more? Wouldn't a world where... everyone makes mistakes, everyone cheers and smiles, no one looks forward to becoming royalty or be notable among the commoners below sound... SO much fun? Doesn't that sound like a perfect world to live in?" - Her face began to drop, her smile faded within gentle tears that trailed down her cheeks, droplets pouring into the cup of tea she now held in her lap. Tiredness slipped past the fake expression, revealing an exhausted appearence below the "perfect mask".
- "I've been praying, hoping, searching... you're my last resource. Are you able to assist me? Save me from my lineage?" -
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