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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?)) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… Reinald Livianus, once a scion of noble lineage, now found himself adrift in a world vastly different from the opulent halls and shadowy corridors of his family's estate. Born into a legacy steeped in secrecy and the art of death, Reinald's destiny was etched in blood long before he drew his first breath. From the moment he could walk, Reinald was groomed to uphold the sinister tradition of his family: serving as the private assassins to a royal dynasty across the sea. But amidst the whispers of court intrigue and the clang of steel, a storm brewed—a succession war that would shatter the foundations of his existence. At the tender age of sixteen, Reinald witnessed the fall of his kin. Betrayed by those they once served, his family met their end in a blaze of treachery, leaving Reinald as the last heir to a legacy tainted by betrayal and bloodshed. With nothing but the weight of his heritage and the keen edge of his training to guide him, Reinald fled across the vast expanse of the sea, seeking solace in a land untouched by the sins of his past. But he did not simply seek refuge; he carried with him the skills of a master assassin, honed through years of relentless training and tempered by the fires of vengeance burning within his soul. Yet, to conceal his true nature and evade the watchful eyes of those who hunted him still, Reinald assumed the guise of an artisan—a craftsman of fine weaponry and armor, his hands capable of weaving intricate designs and forging deadly implements with equal skill. Behind the mask of a humble artisan, he found sanctuary, a veil to shield him from the prying eyes of his enemies and a means to carve out a new identity amidst the chaos of a world unfamiliar to him. Now, a decade after the fall of his family, Reinald stood upon the shores of a new continent, his heart heavy with the weight of his past and his eyes fixed upon the horizon, where the promise of a fresh beginning beckoned. Armed with the knowledge of a lifetime and the determination to forge his own destiny, Reinald Livianus set forth to make his mark upon the world of Aevos—a shadow among shadows, a whisper amidst the tumult of fate, and a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.

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?)) Murmund's face lights up at the request, as he steadily takes a seat, and places his legs on the table in front of him, knocking one or two wooden cups in the process. "As if I've waited my whole life for this moment!" He rummages through his sack that's buckled onto his back, as leaves, small rodents and dead flowers get thrown out of the bag, and one peculiar, large journal he's been searching for. He licks his thumb, and opens the book on his lap. "Let's see. . ." The dwarf rushes through the pages to find something, a sentence, an entry, perhaps? "There it is!" He let's out a chuckle, as he starts reading the few pages he landed on: " DAY 1: I said my goodbyes to the livestock and friends in the area, and got my equipment together. I can't believe I'm going from my trusty town, into the unknown expanse of the outer world. . . Oh- What was I thinking. . . ?! No turning back now, is there?" He now sits there, going through his journey once again, page-by-page. . . -------- _/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\__ BACKSTORY _/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\___/‾‾‾‾\_ -------- In the heart of an ancient elf settlement, Nevaehlen, resided Murmund, a diminutive yet steadfast forest dwarf renowned for his botanical expertise. Despite being an outsider in the elven realm, Murmund had earned the respect of his neighbors through his tireless dedication to nurturing the lush greenery that surrounded their homes. However, it was the elusive legend of The Pollen of Gold that captured his imagination, whispered rumors of its existence echoing through the mystical glades. Fueled by an unrelenting passion for discovery and a desire to unravel nature's mysteries, Murmund embarked on a daring journey, venturing beyond the familiar boundaries of his homeland. With the wisdom of the elves guiding his path and the resilience of his dwarven spirit bolstering his resolve, Murmund set out to find The Pollen of Gold, believing its discovery held the key to unlocking the secrets of the natural world. And so, amidst the whispers of ancient trees and the gentle melody of woodland streams, Murmund's quest began, destined to leave an indelible mark on botany as we know it.