During the great war ,a group of Forest Elfs managed to escape to save grounds. They found their new home far away from known civilization , across oceans and over mountains so high the pierced the skies.
That's where they discovered the never ending Ice Plains , and there , -where nothing ever grows , they managed to survive and build a home for their own.
Five generations of Elfes later is when I was born. I'm a wanderer , like my father before me. We live in on the snowy plains untill we are fully skilled in Bow and Sword , we study all there is to know for at least 35 years !
I was 42 when i left the plains , fully skilled and ready to see the world. The great war was long ago... dwarfs , elfs , halflings and humans - even orcs learned to live together.
So I traveled the world ,crossed the seven seas and made new friends. Who knows whats behind that nextmountain ^^
Character Name: Aoi
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 94
Physical Description: wandering snow elf. I speak ancient elf , several human tongues like; german , english and dutch. I dont trust Orcs.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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