Grenneno

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?))
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(To clarify, every person I've mentioned in this story is a NPC and not a player. I have made this story up in order to create a purpose and goal for my character to pursue by pursuing someone who isn't in the game. I will eventually change this goal, depending on how his story will proceed in roleplay. Every person mentioned here will only be referred as people in his past and will not actually appear on the server.)

Horatio Daro walks into the tent, carefully opening the tent door with his Bo Staff, A long dark brown stick with golden patterns inside of it. He steps into the tent, surveying through the contents inside the tent before looking upon the old hag, he walks in slowly and takes a deep breath before answering. "You were expecting me?" He looks upon her with caution. "I wasn't sure if the rumors were true." He takes a seat on a couching, placing his Bo stick next to him. " The villagers told me about an old hag who has the powers of fortune telling. I personally don't believe in fortune telling but... I really need your help." He pauses for a second, looking at a ring on his finger. "I will tell you my story, then you will answer my questions." He stands up, pacing up and down. "Alright I guess I'll start from the beginning." He stops pacing and looks down upon the hag. "Well I'll tell you the short details first. Since you know me already, I'm guessing you know I'm a hybrid born? Yeah moms a heartlander who got chased down by dad, An High Elf. The fell in a cave by accident, eventually needing each others help to get out of said cave. They eventually did and fell in love in the process. They left their old live behind and founded this abandoned lake house. After making it into a home they had me. Called me Horatio- Hora for short after my great grandfather from my dads side who was said died a hero. Anyways when I was about 3 to maybe 4, dad was forced to return to his homeland to fight some war. He never came back." He plays with the ring on his finger. He clears his throat. " We uhm, waited and waited and... nothing. It doesn't matter since by the time I was 10 we got so use to me and my mom... Dad kind of disappeared from the picture." He takes another pause to play with his ring, looking down to it. "Uhm... Yeah sorry if I stop frequently... I just have to gather my thoughts is all, I've never really told anyone about my past so yeah." He stops playing with his ring and puts his hands in front of him, grinding them together." Anyways, so I helped mom around the house, cleaning chores, the load and I stumbled upon this hidden chest. It was locked but I was 10 so I found a way to open it." He chuckled a bit." So when I did open it... There was a few books, a empty bottle and a short sword. I picked up the sword, since I've never seen one before, only read about them at the time, I swinged this sword like there is no tomorrow and I cut myself... Almost losing my eye. " He points to his eye with the deep scar underneath. "Close call that was. Anyways- Mom of course was furious after she patched me up. She banned me from ever going near weapons again and that's what I did." He clutches his hands together once more, he has a more serious look on his face. "T...then it happened. These three... bandits I think? Came bursting into our home, with swords and bags and such, they smelled horrible and their was blood all over them. They uhm, held my mom down while one of them threw my into a room, guarding the door... I could hear her scream... I absolutely lost it... Luckily the room they locked me in was the very same room with the chest that had the sword in it. So I grabbed the sword. Ran to the door and without... any hesitation I uhm... "He takes a deep breath, stuttering a bit." S...stabbed the bandit that was guarding the door... through the door. I could just hear a squash sound and a groan... Then blood came leaking through the hole I made with the sword and the guy fell on the floor. I left the room, seeing the dead bandit on the ground... His face... He was... lifeless... I made him lifeless." He pauses for a second, takes another deep breath. " Then I heard her scream again, I ran towards the noises, holding the bloody sword and one of the bandits had their back turned to me... All I could see was red... I ran to him, sticking my sword into his neck. He looked to me with horror in his eyes... The other bandit let go of my mother and took his sword out, he ran towards me, wanting to strike me down. My mother grabbed his leg so he trips, falling to the floor. And I... swinged the sword towards his head... Blood was spilling everywhere- I got completely covered with it." He looks upon the ceiling. "My mother she... she looked at me as if I weren't her child anymore... She looked at me like a different person." He takes another moment, he looks back at the crone. "Then she hugged me... She told me everything was gonna be alright and that I did the right thing... At that point I wasn't sure what she meant... I mean I was 10... And I killed 3 adults to protect my mother. So yeah... After cleaning the house up again, removing the bodies and such my mom hid the sword away from me... So that I never had to go through that again. A few years after, I was around 15 now everything was fine, it was storming outside and this guy... A explorer came crashing into our home, drenched. "He looks towards his Bo stick. "The guy was a far folk, and carried a stick with him. He didn't know anyone lived here... So mom invited him in and helped him to get warm and such. His name was Torian Helion. He was grateful and told us that he was on his way to a cave near by that was told holds a treasure. Yes it was the very same cave mom and dad fell into... Apparently the cave collapsed upon itself and there was another side entrance that leads to some kind of treasure room. Anyways my mom told him about the story of that cave and well... Long story short... After spending a few days with us they fell in love. My mom was convinced dad was dead and that she had to move on. One day I saw Torian out by the lake, practicing some form of combat with his stick. His movements were so... elegant yet protective... It was like he was controlling air rather then his stick. I went over to him to watch closer and well he noticed me. He told me it was a style of fighting he learned from his mentor... It was supposedly a form of fighting without killing. The fighting style came from the book called Peace of war art and it specializes in what he calls, Passive Fighting, he told me all live is precious and that its something this whole world needed to learn. Then he told me my mother told him about what happened back then... That it was a brave thing to have done to protect my mother... He said I shouldn't get use to that feeling though or else I'll lose everything... He said he knows what that's like. I asked him to teach me this style and well he did. I felt so free and calm, I knew if anything like what happened back then could happen again that it wont have to end like last time... I wouldn't have to kill in order to protect those I love." He picks up his Bo stick, looking at it. "Learning Passive Fighting has been the greatest thing I could've ever learned... It made me forget about it all and It allowed me to have a weapon which my mom allowed." He laughed a little bit. "Anyways, I'm 17 by that time... A couple of days ago to be honest. I was still practicing passive fighting when this lady came to the door, she was really tall. I came in running to the door, trying to figure out who she is. My mom got to her first... and the horror in her eyes... It was almost as close to that night back then... " He places down his bo stick next to him. "My mom let her in... Torian wasn't here at the moment- He was hunting I think? Anyways I came in and the lady said she was a high elf and the sister of my father. This was where I officially learned about my high elf side... I knew I had a father but I thought he was another heartlander like my mother. She told us that he in MIA and that if he never returned to give us this... " He showed the crone the ring. "She told us my father wanted me to have it, so that we have something to remember him by. "He plays with the ring again. "She eventually left as well after my mom gave her some food and such for the road... Me being upset about hearing about it went to my room. I stared at the ring for hours and hours... When I finally realized something... There were coordinates imprinted on the inside of the ring. I thought, this had to be where my dad is... I mean why else would he give this to me?" He pulls the ring off showing the coordinates. He stares at his ring again. "So before I left out to find him- I waited until after my birthday... I'm 18 now and I packed my back the night after and left a note explaining everything to my mother. " He puts the ring back on. "I then walked out towards the bridge over the lake in the middle of the night... and there he was... Torian waiting for me. He told me that my mom told him everything about what happened when the lady came over. So I told him about the ring and the coordinates and that I had to find out if he was alive or not... I had so many questions for him and so forth... Torian said he understood... He said he would've done the same for his father. He then... " He stands up, picking his Bo stick up. "Gave me his Bo stick... He told me that he didn't need it anymore since it was a place holder until he really found peace. He said, that I needed it more anyways if I have to go so far to look for him, he said that he will look after my mother and well... Then I went off... The coordinates too me a few days to follow but it took me to this town... And some villagers living here told me about the old crone with the powers of fortune telling and I have to ask here about my dad. And here we are... " He sits down again, placing his Bo stick on his lap. "Now that I told you my story... Tell me where my dad is. "