I want to preface by stating that I just came back to Minecraft after three years. I lost access to my main account, KingoArcher as i cannot for the life of me figure out the details, it honestly might have been deleted because i never transferred to microsoft. I actually used to be a community member and was good friends with HogoBojo, the old admin. I'm, just looking to get back into things. I havent thought much of a backstory yet but ill figure that as I learn the community and see how the lore has changed.
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?))
*Charles shakes off the residual moisture on his hair and wipes the back of his hand on his forehead, removing a glob of sweat. "Well uhh, you see my uhm, father you see. he sent me off here to find my own way and uhh, I guess well he said it's about time I make a life for myself."
*Charles takes out a bottle of mead, swirls it and takes a sip*
"You see my family has been on our own for some time now, and my father? He's from Norland. Or at least from what he says remained of our life there. We were apart of this outer community, our family was the protectors. Ignore the armor tho"
*Charles scratches the back of his neck*
"I'm different than them, I like the uhh, they trades as my father would call em. I'm looking to learn smithy, the way of the hammer. Do you think you could show me the way to some of the town's blacksmiths?"
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