He was born in the Princedom of Caurost, raised within a structured High Elven society that valued discipline, knowledge, and magical mastery. His family were respected scholars, expecting him to follow a traditional path of study and refinement. From a young age, he showed clear talent in magic, though he also developed a strong interest in close combat.
This combination set him apart, as he often split his time between study and physical training, refusing to focus on only one discipline. While capable in both, his approach wasn’t always fully accepted by those around him, who preferred more specialized paths. Still, he continued to train, determined to develop his own style.
Over time, the expectations placed on him began to feel restrictive, pushing him to look beyond Caurost for something more. Wanting to grow stronger and gain real experience, he eventually chose to leave his homeland. Now, he travels the wider world, aiming to prove himself and refine both his magic and combat skills on his own terms.
Pale skin
Sharp face
Yellow eyes
Long dark-brown hair
Pointed ears
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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I pause at the doorway for a moment longer than I should before stepping inside. The place feels off in a way I can’t quite explain, and the way she speaks doesn’t help.
I take the chair she gestures to, sitting down carefully and keeping my posture controlled, even if I don’t feel it. “I come from the Princedom of Caurost,” I say, my voice steady but quieter than usual. “I left because I didn’t fit what they wanted me to be.”
I glance briefly at the floating candles, then back to her. “I trained in both magic and close combat, but nothing about me is really impressive.” I lean back slightly, trying to look calmer than I feel.
My eyes narrow a little at her. “But you said you were expecting me.” I study her face for a moment. “I don’t understand how that’s possible.”
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