Agrobar was raised by a blacksmith family in the kingdom of Agnarum in Kal’Bogrin, thus becoming a blacksmith himself, His family focused on Close quarters Combat weapons, and very little armor, just enough to repair some. he always wanted to see the outside world since his read it in books, and the occasional Merchant had stories to tell when he picked up some supplies, so he asked his father, again and again and again. each time, he said no. however, when he turned 35, his family Had decided to move to Arcas, Agrobar was so Excited because he finally got to go somewhere further than the tavern. But Shortly after crossing the Ice Wall into Arcas, the boat rocked a little too hard, and threw my parents overboard and the fell into the ocean, never to be seen again, Agrobar mourns for their passing and hopes that maybe they didn’t die, but I may never know.. regardless of the tragedy the befalled me, I made it safely to Kal’Varoth. I am now determined to Carry on the V’Shaad legacy and be a Masterful blacksmith while still fulfilling my own fantasy of exploration!
Character Name: Agrobar V'Shaad
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 35
Physical Description: Dark Ginger hair colour, Beard 4-strand to hips, Head hair Tied into one long strand down to his rear. broken nose, crooked.
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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