During the Second Siege of Tar'sil I was forced to evacuate to evade the oncoming Orcs. Despite a minor victory where my people eventually retook the city, my parents and I chose not to return - fearing the Orcs return, and rightfully so, for mere weeks afterwards a massive army would descend upon that city once again and my home would be utterly decimated. My family and I survived and traveled to the High Elf city of Haelun'on.
Both my parents worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and put food on the table, despite being ostracized as refugees. They even managed to save a little bit of gold for me to become an adventurer and explore the world - and I am forever grateful to this. I traveled parts of the world for a few years before coming upon a town of Snow Elves, Talar'ikur where I now reside.
Character Name: Zackman
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 61
Physical Description: 5'8. White hair. Light blue eyes. 61 years old. Seems very friendly, very happy.
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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