HarshSolid563

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

"when I was born my village was taken over by the orcs." "Ehem well lets go back just a little more" putting His hand out. "I was born by a cross of human and high elf. As a young I was takin in by dark elf's and grew up in the shadows of my home as an outcast to the next door village. It was only me, my brother and my father in a cabin right outside of a dark elf village. I was a rather short elf with tan skin so my father never let me leave the house because in his words I would be 'RIDUCULED AND SHAMED' and sometimes he would tell me to hide in the closet while his mercenary party came by." "my brother and father were both dark elf and were banished for reasons they would not tell me. As I grew older my father taught me and my brother how to kill and spy on people we were trained how to be assassins and mercenary's. we would do anything for money and how to obey the order or command we were given. my father was a well knowed mercenary as the lost knight of the dark. he did everything to poison, backstabbing to information gathering. One day as he was teaching me and helping me hone the craft of bow and crossbow. his Ehem so called buddy's came in with a couple of new elf's in training". "I ran and hid in the closet like usual but my brother was in town getting food for the winter. it was suspicious because they were not supposed to come during this time of day but he didn't know any better. after they had a long chat I fell asleep in the closet but woke up to a loud (BANG) I peeked through the closet to find the table flipped and a dagger in my fathers chest. Covering my mouth "watching him bleed and his so called buddies loot him" brother Swings the door open "father I got the groceries hehe its already snowing we should pl". "that's when i knew this was bad." "As my brother watched in horror I quickly jumped out of the closet and made a mad dash grabbing him by the arm and running through the forest. As we make it halfway an arrow hits my thigh although a graze I try to keep running" "but I hear the guards behind me gaining on us." My brother grabs my arm and says" "Go you need to run I can hold them off" "as he ungrips my arm" "Run don't get caught RUN" "as I hurry off with a hurt ankle and broken heart and tears hoping to see my brother in the future I use the skills taught by my father to hide myself by burying myself in the snow and climbing trees to get out of vision to avoid the guards and escape the forest as I turn to look at the forest "its just all dark no movement." I gather my thoughts and open my hand seeing the last thing to remember my family." a black hood. every family had a heirloom ours was no different our father always had special black hood and always had it safe somewhere. and that somewhere was with my brother. before I even think" "I put on the black hood still wearing a cloth shirt and rags for pants" "I start my journey and for the last 7 no wait 8 years I have been wondering searching for my lost brother and doing anything I can to stay alive... Through the years of wandering I've gotten myself multiple jobs and have become a well known and efficient follower and become able to carry out multiple assignations my father taught me in the ways of many before he could say his farewells as now it is him." with tears in my eyes "I should thank my life to as I know how tell plants apart cook at a beginner level and kill when need to." As He flip and spin my dagger "well that's my story as you can see I'm an outcast and survivor lookin for a job and a roof over my head." "Now my turn why the suspicious meeting area" raise a eyebrow