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?))
Alynore sat back, his silver hair catching the dim glow of the candlelight as he settled into the silence. He looked at his hands—scarred, calloused from years of wandering through wilds and battles alike. “You want my story?” he muttered under his breath, a hint of bitterness trailing the words.
"I wasn’t always a ranger, you know. I wasn’t always wandering like this—lost between towns, trying to blend in with a world that doesn’t care if I’m here or gone. I was born into something greater, something with meaning. My father… he was the one who believed in the Adunian legacy. He was obsessed with it.”
Alynore’s fingers brushed the amulet around his neck, the weight of it anchoring him to the past he tried to leave behind.
“He told me stories when I was young, stories of a time when the Adunians weren’t scattered, when we ruled the northeast coast of Aegis. I remember sitting by the hearth, his voice steady and sure, telling me about Harren, the son of Horen, and Sarai, the Mali’Dun. Their union gave birth to our people, the Adunians, part-human, part-elf. It sounded like a grand legacy, something worth fighting for. I believed him then.”
He paused, lost in thought. “But those were just stories. The truth was darker. My father wanted to rebuild what we had lost after the Undead Invasion. He spent his life trying to restore our name, but all he found were empty promises and closed doors."
His jaw tightened, and he shook his head slowly. “He dragged me along on those campaigns, even when I was too young to really understand. I remember seeing him standing before a group of Adunian elders, trying to convince them that we could return to Al’Ildic, that we could reclaim our homeland. They laughed at him. Called him a relic, chasing a dream that had died centuries ago. I saw the fire in his eyes dim a little that day. But he didn’t stop.”
Alynore clenched his fists, the leather of his gloves creaking under the pressure. “My father died because of that dream. He led a final expedition across the sea, to the remnants of Al’Ildic, thinking that maybe something—anything—was still there. We barely made it back. The undead hadn’t vanished, they’d just been lying in wait, like vultures waiting for fresh prey. I still remember the way they tore through our ranks, how I had to drag my father’s body from the ruins of our homeland. He believed in something greater than himself, but in the end… it was just a memory.”
He exhaled sharply, as if forcing the weight of that memory from his chest. “That’s when I left it all behind. I became a ranger, wandering the wilds, hiding in the shadows. It’s easier to survive out there—no politics, no responsibilities, just me and the woods. I told myself I didn’t care anymore, that I didn’t want anything to do with the Adunian cause. But no matter how far I go, I can’t escape it.”
His voice lowered, more to himself now than to anyone else. “I’ve seen too much death, too much failure. I should’ve left it all behind when my father died, but I can’t. It’s still there, gnawing at me. The legacy, the bloodline, the hope of reclaiming a past we’ll never get back.”
Alynore’s eyes flicked back to the candlelight, as if trying to find answers in the shadows. “So here I am, drifting between towns, pretending I can blend in. I hide in the woods because it’s easier than facing the truth—that I don’t believe in the same dream my father died for. But some part of me… some stubborn, cursed part of me still wants to believe that there’s something left to save.”
He let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “But I know better. Hope is a cruel thing."
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