She wears a white tunic with gold decorations, and a brown cap.
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?))
Luna, the high elf, moved gracefully, though the swampy terrain seemed to pull her deeper with every step. A heavy mist blanketed the small village of huts and shacks, and the cloying scent of rotting wood and wet moss hung thick in the air. Her gaze rested on the tattered tent ahead, its shredded form exuding an air of mystery. She hesitated only briefly before stepping inside. As she entered, the tent's low ceiling forced her to stoop slightly, her silver hair catching the flickering glow of the candles floating eerily in the air. Her icy blue eyes found the old woman seated at the far end of the tent, her gaze as deep and unfathomable as the void between stars.
“You were expecting me?” Luna asked, her voice calm, though tinged with a faint note of surprise. She raised a delicate brow, her expression carefully measured.
In her mind, a storm of questions began to brew, swirling chaotically without clear answers. Part of her wasn’t surprised that this strange woman seemed to know her, as if some part of her soul had anticipated this meeting. Yet, another part of her couldn’t reconcile the fact that she had never set foot in this village before.
When the crone gestured to a cushion, Luna hesitated briefly, her keen gaze studying the woman’s face for signs of deception. Then, with the poise of her kind, she gracefully lowered herself onto the indicated seat, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her face remained a mask of serenity, betraying no emotion. Her eyes, however, became fixed on one of the candle flames, its flickering light holding her attention as if it whispered answers to the questions echoing in her mind.
“My story...” she murmured softly, almost as though speaking to herself. Her voice was low, contemplative, carrying the weight of memory.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing long-buried recollections to rise to the surface like fragments of a shattered mirror. Each shard brought pain and loss, but also a faint glimmer of hope. Opening her eyes, she tore her gaze away from the flame and focused intently on the old woman.
“My name is Luna Esteln, and I am the last of the Esteln bloodline”, she began, her voice soft but steady, each word imbued with the weight of truth. “For centuries, my family were keepers of knowledge, guardians of the secrets of the stars. We studied them, we learned their wisdom, and our name was once spoken with reverence among humans and elves alike. But that knowledge bred envy... and envy brought our downfall.”
She paused, her hands tightening slightly in her lap, as if bracing herself against the flood of painful memories. After a moment, she continued:
“Ten years ago, my home was destroyed, and my parents betrayed by those they considered dearest to them. I remember the flames that consumed everything I knew, everything I loved. My mother...” Her voice faltered, trembling for the briefest of moments before she caught herself and pressed on. “...my mother gave her life to save mine. With her dying breath, she entrusted me with a task – to find something she called a treasure, the greatest joy this world has ever known. I don’t know what that treasure is, but I know it is my duty to find it.
Her silver-blue eyes glimmered faintly, though no tears fell. She drew a slow breath, steadying herself before continuing.
“Since that day, I have wandered the world, searching for what was entrusted to me. I go from place to place, never staying long, for my journey has no end in sight. Today, I found myself here. Tomorrow, I will be gone again, continuing to chase this destiny of mine. Such is the life I have been given.”
Her stry ended, ald Luna's piercing gaze remained on the old woman. Her expression remained composed, but her eyes burned with determination, as if she sought to pierce the very depths of the old woman’s soul.
“Tell me, Mistress,” she said, her tone calm but carrying an edge of challenge. “If you were waiting for me, then what do you know of my journey? And what lies ahead for me?”
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