I was a Dwarf born in Kaz’Ulrah. I was raised by my brother Balrog, now Lord of Mynebor, ever since our parents left I had taken up the occupation of being a mason. After I learned how to build rather well, I had an accident with a stone that had fallen on my arm, it healed, but it never felt the same after. I then left to go live with my brother in Mynebor. With nothing to do, I decided to start working with Redstone. I decided to start using my skills to give the city an advantage. I started to make newer traps and alarms to protect from raids. My brother didn’t approve of me working with this, until I decided to show him traps I could make. NOTE: Last account was hacked, new account recieved.
Character Name: Colnerdan Firebeard
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 128
Physical Description: A dark haired, bearded, dwarf.
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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