Orik happened to be amongst the number of his clan who left the city of Kal'Tarak, sick of the inner strife that was seeping out of the political circles and longing for a change of scenery. Having no desire to settle down in any particular area, he spent some time exploring and trapping the wilderness of Atlas, stopping at a tavern every now and then when the loneliness caught up with him, and to sell what wares he gained. After doing this for a number of years, there came one night when, during one of his random tavern visits, and from the depths of his tankard, he overheard tell of the regathering of his clan near the sacked city that he had once called home. A sudden longing came over him to return, to find and reunite with old friends and familiar faces, to those whom he considered family. He determined to set out the following morning.
Character Name: Orik Frostbeard
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 52
Physical Description: Orik represents your average dwarf, with a height of around 4'2", bright blue eyes, and a beard reaching to his collarbones. His facial hair is red.
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.))
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"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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