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?))
*Áni looks confused by the old lady calling his name* *cautiously sits down without breaking eye contact*
*with a hint of a Scottish accent Áni begins to speak* "To be honest i dont really know... *Áni gets a sad look in his eyes* Form when i could first remember i have been on my own. i dont really remember my family or where im from... all i do remember was playing with wolf pups and playing with the foals in the field. when i turned 10 ive been wondering and scavenging for food searching and saving for a place to call my own somewhere away from people in a field by a river just me my dog my horse and my thoughts.
(more or less a Viking who got lost as a child only remembers his animals and finds comfort in that so he spends his life trying to get that back but things happen and he might make some friends and enemy's along the way) (hes also scared of trusting and getting to know someone so often runs off and does things cause he feels he cant trust someone so you could say he goes rouge on quests on stuff) (he can hold his own on the battlefield but definitely isn't an insane fighter relies on a canine companion in most battles)
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