Hore Spiritdance once live a happy and gentle life with his son "Star" and his wife "Feather".
After a long day of working the fields, with the other men of the village, and comes home to
see his wife dead on the ground with a scrap of parchment on the main support beam of the
house, Reading - There all dead catch me if you can
- Jkr
Character Name: Hore Spiritdance
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 234
Physical Description: My character is gentle the eyes but is a monster underneath. He hides half his face under half of the hood of this tattered green hooded jacket.
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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