60kg
white hair
red eyes
white tshirt
black trousers
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.”
My charakter settled onto the cushion, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips."My name is Edwyrd, though it has been spoken with fear more often than kindness.I come from the deep realms where betrayal is a language learned young.My own blood cast me out, choosing ambition over loyalty.I followed whispers and shadowed paths until they led me here, to you.So tell me, hag—what is it you think fate has written for me?"
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