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 step further into the tent, avoiding the clutter surrounding my feet, “It has been some time since I have ever heard someone had been.. Expecting me.” I rest my cloak over the slightly damp, slightly broken cushion this old hag was looking at before carefully sitting down. “I'm surprised you even want me here”, I glance at the old hag, looking her over but my expression does not waver “Not even sure my own Kind remembers I exist.” The hag which sat in front of me stares at me with clear expectations “Don’t worry, despite you being unlike others among Dark elves I have seen in terms of appearance, I am not one to judge. After all I am nothing but an old, useless hag.” Although my facial expression and body language remains cold, the edge of stunned shock in my voice fails me “Congrats on seeing that I am a dark elf” my hand is lifted to my pointed ears, eyes drifting to the scars which litter that hand “A pathetic one at that.” “Pathetic?” the hag questions “Seems inconsiderate to call yourself that.” I chuckle slightly, eyes landing back on the old hag with clear annoyance “Oh I Truly do not bother to give an effort in caring. My body is far too scarred to be one to say I'm not.” The old hag clasps my hand, tracing the scars with glow with a gentle shimmer of purple before looking in my eyes “Do tell me where these scars came from. I wish to know” I remain unaverred with my cold expression, my eyes piercing into Her's “Fine. I will say but not a lot. I dislike telling ..” Looking her up and down, “Strangers.. my history.” I shift my weight, resting my back again the rotting support beam “Let's just say that I was in an Accident where I used to live.” My scarred hand grasps the glove I wear on my left, “In a magic study hall, or lab, whatever it was called. Where I was Respected, possibly Feared.” My gaze drifts towards the open gap in the tattered tent from which I merged from “I was not the strongest, nor the bravest, but I was smart. Cold, but smart.” I state as I stand, tying the cloak’s bow back around my neck and lifting its hood, covering the eyes I learned to love. “But I think you don’t need to know anymore. Need or Deserve.” I head back to the flaps of the tent, brushing one above my head. But before I leave, I turn around one last time “Maybe one day, you will see my return but.. Don’t hold your breathe. Also if you see a high elf with white hair, Do not hurt her.” Wind marks the spot I stood, the old hag watching as I disappeared into the shadows of this ransacked town I emerged from.
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