awaballoon

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.”

((How do you respond?))

Astrophel gazes at the old hag coldly and emotionless as he enters. He takes a minute to observe his surroundings carefully before slowly proceeding towards the cushion and takes a seat. He silently looks at the hag, determining wether of not this person infront of him is trustworthy. However a strange feeling overcomes him and compels him to talk. he lets out a sigh and begins "My name is Astrophel... However, i presume you already know this, dont you?" he asks skeptic but not expecting an answer so he continues "as for my story... Well it is a long one, so listen well for i wont repeat myself..."

(i dont actually know if i should drop my char lore or not, so im just gonna drop it)

"Despite being an mixed elf, with dark elf and wood elf heritage, i was raised solely among the wood elves of Amaenthea.  As an infant, i was found by a lone, elderly Wood elf in the woods, who's name was Sataurus. I don't know how i got there or why, but i suppose that part is not important. Ive lived All my life with Sataurus in the woods. He taught me everything i know, and i saw him as my father. He taught me the language of the elves and how to survive in the woods. He taught me how to hunt and how to use all sorts of weaponry, which i always found odd as he taught me that wood elves were nomadic people. I didnt know much about Sataurus' story, and i never asked, but it was clear he was different from most wood elves and seemed to have a dark past. Growing up, i never left the forest of met other people as Sataurus kept me hidden away from the world. However he would always tell me stories about the world outside the woods and would entertain me. We continued this solitary life in the woods for many years, until i turned 16... On that fateful day, my life with Sataurus came to an end.  I had left out camp and went out to hunt some game that day. While travelling across the forest, i noticed an abnormal amount of smoke billowing from where our camp was. Noticing this, i raced back to see what had happened... and there i found our camp ransacked, burned and destroyed. Confused i searched for Sataurus, to see what has happened. However what i found wasnt what i was expecting... I found him, sitting against a tree, pinned to it by a sword. it was clear he was attacked, mutilated and bleeding out. From his wounds it was clear he was tortured and left to die. I approached him and asked him what happened, while checking his wounds in hopes of helping him, however it was too late. As Sataurus faded, all he could mutter was an i love you and his wish for me to survive... Ever since ive been alone, roaming the lands in search of the ones who killed him, my only clue being the sword that killed him that i keep with me...