my family was kind enough to letter me, with help of a monk who travelled through our community. by the age of sixteen my family had had me trained in the local militia, where i had a better than average swordsman ship. i was hired by a local merchant and tought his trade.
Character Name: Erogan Mindale
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: a scar across his eye. a fierce person and will stop at nothing to kill his opponent. also a shrewd business man, his tenacity in the field carries.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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