Eye Color: Dark Red
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.”
Respond:
As he settles onto the cushion, he draws a breath of air into his lungs. The wind rustles the leaves, falling softly, but not in here. He starts off with, “I have come seeking answers. Mysterious from the beginning, I am drawn to the secrets of this town. Rumor has it: an occult force lies dormant in these lands. Can you help me to find the truth?”
Morboth, a 21-year-old male orc, had journeyed far from his mountain homeland, where strength was honored above all. Yet he had always felt different. Haunted by questions no one could answer. Raised on stories of rumors about legends, he carried the battleaxe from his father's father, its scratches and a forgotten past. This town felt connected to those stories. Now, he searched truth for himself.
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