Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
I'd take a seat slowly looking at the ground at my feet and sighs "well were do i start i don't know my birth home or my parents due to an orc attack that decimated everything luckily i had a group of other wood elves that'd taken me in due to the births of elves being far and between. But now i'm just trying to live on my own trying to make a living for myself.For the past 6 years of my life ive just been trying to live off the land anyway i can.The others who took me in taught me most of what i know either if its fishing, foraging and hunting and a bit of wood carving if i have too. Thankfully i was taught the novice stuff of living out on my own so i'll admit that i'd take any advice that i can, i still haves a lot to learn.but with the different amounts of conflict going on from i'd heard things will be a bit difficult although i prefer not to get mixed up in political nonsense,or i may end up as either a wolf's meal or have my skull as a game a kickball by a few orc children. but hey we all do what we have to do in order to survive in this world. But i will live my life thanking every day that i had a second chances.
(im sorry it this isnt great...im ons the autistic spectrum and im really nervous ivr never played minecraft rp, dont speak english while either)
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