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?))
"I thought I'd never see you again Agnis, but here you are *gestures to the surroundings* in the outskirts of some unnamed town in the middle of some forgotten land." *he waits a moment for a response but receives only a cold stare before continuing* "I'm sure you know why I've come, but its unexpected seeing you here. You know how hard it was to track you. I certainly didn't expect someone from The Academy to live in such a shithole." He Jests. *She looks up at him with her cold milky white eyes, they once burned brilliant, but have since gone dim. "Your story" She croned, almost pleading for an answer. For a moment the tent remained silent before Ellis spoke: "You don't need my story Agnis, you already know what happened. The day The Academy burnt was the day I burned too. Everyone thought I was dead, and they weren't wrong. My story ended that day. *A light breeze smelling of rot and earth wisps through the tents flaps and flutters about the room. Ellis' cloak is lifted revealing burns covering his body, beneath the cloak he is a mass of burnt skin and dead hair, barely recognizable barely human. "I died that day, I am simply a husk of a man you once knew."
Ellis was a member of The Academy, an exclusive institute that follows the practice of magic and the pursuit of knowledge. 10 years ago it burnt to the ground with Ellis inside. Nothing is known after this, but Ellis survived barely clinging on to his human form.
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