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?))
huh you know? how do you know me? anyways Im Rothilion. My Story begins in a small village in a far place... since my birth ive always been an victim to bullying because im mixed... Im not purely darkelf. Im half high elf and half dark elf... so ive always been an outsider but, though that made me a lot stronger... Standing up for myself i had to fight a lot of bullies and with that i got to know my now wife... i protected her from bullies because just like me, she is mixed... so from the beginning we always had a special bond by being both half dark elf and half high elf. From a young age on my father teached me the way of the sword and my mother, a high elf showed me how to use magic after being abdoned by her family for having an mixed child.
Although all these hardships i had a very happy childhood. My teenage years were a bit rougher though. I got in a lot of fights and was a real troublemaker... after each and every fight i got scolded by my parents and Selphie :,( .
2 Years ago now our village got burned down and raided by bandits so we had to flee but our families got seperated and only Selphie and me made their way here... what with our families happened? I dont know sadly. I just hope they are still alive
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