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.”
I am Eurus, a dark elf whose life has been shaped by my gaze upon this land. My crimson eyes, a rarity among our kind, marked me as different from the start. But it was the scar that marred my left eye, a jagged reminder of a childhood accident, that set me apart. Raised by my mother, a skilled healer, and my father, a renowned warrior, I learned early on the ways of our people. Despite my injury, I trained tirelessly in the arts of war, determined to prove myself worthy of my heritage. My scar became a symbol of my resilience, a reminder of the strength that lay within me. My crimson eyes burned with a fierce determination, reflecting my unyielding spirit. Now, as I stand on the threshold of adulthood, I carry these marks with pride. With my crimson eyes ablaze, I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, to forge my own path and leave a mark on the world that will endure long after I am gone
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