A Filthy old fool! Dirty homeless dwarf! theses are the names Grumsh Is called. Too most though Grumsh is a mystery, not many people know where he came from, Heck he doesn't even remember! but recently there have been some rumors going around that Grumsh used to be some sort of necromancer long ago... But if he was he is certainly harmless now Right?... Right?!
Character Name: Grumsh
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 96
Physical Description: Old Dwarf, Silvery red Hair, Smells of Soap and Onions, Pure Red Eyes, Gruff Voice, Dark leathers and furs Strapped into a cloak.
Roleplay Scenario: 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?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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