GrandMotherNom

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?))

     "Oh, yes uhm-" She'd look at the woman before getting cut off, with a confused expression, she lowering her upper body slightly, giving her a courteous bow. "Thank you ma'am.." She replied cautiously, before kneeling down slowly onto the nicely puffed cushion. "About my story..." she started, fixing the flowy fabric that came down from her belt line, "I'm from Vortice, I lived there for all of my life with my widowed mother. It was always just me and her because my father... he passed before I was even born..." She looked away from the old hag for a split moment to collect herself, she didn't want to become emotional before she began again. "I was almost always with my mom to help her around the home, but sometimes I would also go into the forest when I had free time. One day in the forest though I met this little boy who was also a dark elf. He was just climbing around in the trees so I went up to join him. We talked a while and became good friends! His name was Volfe." She smiled brightly at the thought. "That's basically the reason I'm here, he left a few years ago without telling anyone. My mother had informed me about him going 'missing' and I was devastated. So now as I am of age and strong enough to venture alone I've come to find him! I traveled to Vikela just to find him! That's how much he means to me..." She'd be sitting up tall with a determined expression and stature. "I won't stop searching till I find him..."

((More on her backstory))

     Nyrru Kezesh grew up in a town called Vortice with just her mother. She was an only child because her father had died a week before her arrival. Nyrru was raised to be very proper. Her mother wanted her to be just like her. Her mother wore long flowy garments that showed off her body shape nicely which Nyrru always looked up to. Her mother knew what it meant to be classy yet proper when it came to her everyday life. Nyrru grew up helping her mother around the house daily, only getting free time when she was done with her practices and chores. Such as cleaning and studies. But when she did manage to finish, she would go out to the forest and pick flowers. She’d sit there in the fallen leaves in the fall, making small figurines out of sticks and string. But there was one time when she went into the forest, she saw another kid climbing in the trees. He seemed to be another one of her kind, a dark elf! He gestured for her to come join him and she did! She may have struggled but she made it. They introduced themselves and she learned his name was Volfe. He was sweet and very caring towards her. Over the years they became friends and would meet in the forest every time Nyrru could leave her home. They became such good friends in fact their parents got to know each other very well. But it all went downhill when one morning Nyrru was met with some saddening news. Volfe was gone and no one knew where exactly he had gone. Nyrru was devastated. This led her to continuously train and and learn how to protect herself so that when she was age she could go after him and be able to see him again. She trained for years till she was just old enough and strong enough to go off on her own. She set off towards Vikela to begin her journey…