Caurios Caerthwyn was born a Mali’ame on the Isle of Nevaehlen, raised by his mother Sylraen of the Father Circle and his father Thalanor, a respected hunter of the wilds. He grew up alongside his older sister Eryndis, a druid in training, and his younger brother Letharion, whose troublemaking spirit kept the family on edge. Surrounded by Nevaehlen’s ancient forests, Caurios learned to track wildlife, honor the Aspects, and move with the quiet grace expected of a Wood Elf. Yet he often found himself drawn to the distant peaks overlooking the wider lands of Aevos, dreaming of life beyond the island’s calm glades. Stories brought by travelers from Elysium only fueled that longing. Seeking purpose beyond the expectations of his birth, Caurios left Nevaehlen to explore Aevos, carrying with him the teachings of his family and the promise to return stronger.
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.))
Caurios steps into the shack, the scent of old candles and dust brushing against his senses. His hand instinctively drifts to the wooden pendant at his neck as he studies the hag, his eyes narrowing with cautious curiosity. He moves closer and pulls out the offered chair, lowering himself into it with the practiced grace of a Wood Elf.
“I come from the Isle of Nevaehlen,” he says, his voice calm but edged with wariness. “A place far different from this one—full of ancient trees, not crumbling stone.” He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning in slightly as the flickering candlelight dances across his features. “As for what I hope to make of myself… I seek purpose in these lands of Aevos. Something beyond what my birth alone could decide. If you’ve been expecting me, then perhaps you already know more of my path than I do.”
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