Born in the shadowed reaches of a dark elf forest he was raised among a secretive dark elf enclave that valued else. discipline, stealth, and survival above all his parents were both skilled hunters his mother a scout who mapped the winding caverns and forests of the forest and his father a blade master who trained the enclave’s younger generation. From an early age, he and his siblings were taught to move unseen speak little and trust only their own kind, growing up in an environment where weakness was quickly exposed.
Despite his training, he never fully embraced the isolationist mindset of his people. He often questioned why their kind remained hidden while the rest of the realm thrived beyond the forest borders. As he grew older, tensions formed between him and the enclave’s leaders, especially after he began secretly venturing closer to trade routes and observing outsiders. Eventually, his curiosity was seen as a liability rather than a strength.
At 30 years old, after a final dispute with his father and the elders, he chose exile over submission. Leaving behind his family and the only home he had ever known, he set out into the wider realm, driven by a need to understand the world beyond the shadows. Now, he wanders between settlements within the current realm using the skills he was raised with to survive while quietly searching for a purpose that goes beyond the rigid life he left behind
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?”
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He steps cautiously into the shack, his boots barely making a sound against the worn wooden floor.
He pulls back his hood, revealing sharp yellow eyes that flicker toward the floating candles.
“I come from the dense elven forest from the east” he says quietly, his voice steady but guarded.
He takes a seat across from her, resting one arm on his knee while keeping his posture alert.
“It’s not a place most would survive, let alone leave.”
He studies the old hag for a moment, his gaze narrowing slightly as if measuring her intentions.
“I left because I refused to stay hidden in shadows that weren’t mine anymore.”
He leans back slightly, though his hand stays close to his side, ready for anything.
“What I hope to make of myself…” he pauses, glancing around the dim shack.
“Something more than what I was told I had to be.”
He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction.
“And if you were expecting me, then maybe you already know that
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