You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.”
Anise sits down, overwhelmed by the smells that her eleven nose picks up. The woman looks kind, and she feel a sense of comfort and trust. Sighing, Anise begin to speak...
"When i was 16, I fell in love with a dwarf...my family decided to send me off to learn the ways of the forest druids, despite my eleven background. For years I've traveled and befriended creatures of all kinds. Unfortunately, my love for ...mischief has landed me in quite some trouble with some of the more... formal forest dwellers. They didn't take too kindly to strangers messing around in their home. I've been on the run ever since."
Anise pauses, and shudders at the thought. "I haven't even been able to sleep, all I can see are endless images. All I want is to find somewhere welcoming and friendly, where I can settle down. A community for all races to be happy. I can't sleep anymore, so I just meditate four hours a day or I explore in the dark since I'm more of a...night owl." The old woman smiles kindly in understanding, nodding her head. White strands of hair blow gently in the wind. Anise longs to weave flowers of all kinds into the woman's strangely elegant attire.
"I hope this is a place where I can finally rest, and build a home. I'm pleased to meet you, and hope to meet the others soon." Anise grips the torn edges of her cloak in nervousness, and awaits a response from the woman. The woman studies her, and in the long silence, Anise begins to fidget. "Well, my dear..." the woman begins.
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