You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.”
((How do you respond?))
(PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION - Part II: My character doesn't know her race. She doesn't know her parents. However, she believes she is also part human, not just a Dark Elf, because of her small stature. She is frail, but she is fit and knows how to wield a staff. - Lets me know through discord if my skin and other details are okay or if I need to change them because this is my first time having to design a character for RP in Minecraft, so right now my skin is very simple but I can add to it.))
"My story..." You think about what to tell her, because even you are not sure where you come from... "I uh... I'm still trying to piece it together."
The crone is still waiting for you to give her a proper answer, maybe you can start with your name.
"I'm Elysia Fo-"
"I know who you are", she interrupts. "I was told you would come here to learn about your parents... as they are the ones who told me you would many years ago. I wanted to know how you came here all the way from Nor-Velyth..." This catches you off-guard, and she knows it, so she gives you a moment to process this. "It's a long and treacherous road, I can't imagine it has been easy." You thought you had done a good job travelling silently over the many months of this journey, so the fact that she knew all of this leaves you silent. She takes a sip from a small wooden cup and points at the cushion again. Since she really seems to know you and has let her guard down, you trust she in fact might be the one you were looking for, so you decide to move to the cushion to tell her about your travels, in the hopes that she really is the one you were looking for; your aunt. [...]
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