You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.”
((How do you respond?))
He sits down with no hesitation. "I'm glad someone was expecting me! It is a great feeling indeed." He lets out a proud laugh. While sitting he puffs out his chest and pounds his fist against it. "I am Eorlic! Son of Björn, one of the best warriors! I would be glad to tell you my tale! Hahaha!" He would go on to explain his story till that moment...
Eorlic was raised in the Norlands where he currently resides. He was raised by his mother, Kattetra, and his father Björn. His mother was a farmer for the most part, while his father was a viking who would go on many of the raids his king had arranged. As Björn got older he resided and left his days of fighting, trading them in for a life of a blacksmith, now creating the weapons the warrior would use. Growing up, Eorlic was taught how to fight, scavenge, survive and to his biggest benefit build. While his father only taught him how to be a blacksmith and warrior, Eorlic on his own learned how to be a wood crafter, mason, ship builder and numerous other crafts including music and the wonders of bardsmenship. After wishing for one more battle, Björn was sent off on his last voyage where he would not return. Soon after, Kattetra had died of many health problems that could not be fixed. Now Eorlic travels for the most part, building for whoever may pay him as well as fight and sing tales of his father. If he ever wishes to rest somewhere for the winter, he stays home in Norland where his family has been for many generations.
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