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4'7 ft
Pale skin
143,3 lb
Braided brown/orange hair
Black eyes
Red robes/steel armor with bronze
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?))
The little armored dwarf sits down while shaking, with a look of fear and what seems to be a look of panic “I c-came from those m-m-mountains” she points with her shaking hand to the mountain range on the horizon “I-it was terrible, I don't know if you saw the fire coming out of there, I...” she pauses for a moment to try to compose herself, putting her hands on her face to wipe the tears that run from her eyes “I grew up in those mountains, I always lived there, life was so good, but...” the terror in the dwarf's eyes is visible as she tells the information and remembers the traumatic moment “But when I saw, everything was engulfed in flames, screams of children and merchants, and worst of all, the creature's roar...” she trembles, remembering the roar “The last thing I heard was 'GO TO THE SWAMP! THERE'S A CITY THERE, GO TO THAT CITY!' and after that, I didn’t hear from that person anymore” the fear was clear on her face “And now I’m here”
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