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... uhm. You've been expecting- me?" Looks cautiously around her, glancing at the surroundings before looking at the old woman in front of her, she'd sit down carefully and silently, flipping her hair back revealing her pale yet colourful purple eyes. Taking a breath for only a moment before speaking.
"I am Eliene Ciyradyl, born in Lareh'thilln. I was left on a hill side to die by my mother as she did not care for me no longer, before the kingdom had become uninhabited and everyone left, I was found by a kind young woman and raised by her until I had turned 15. She had passed and I left soon after, I now do not have a home. I am a wonderer and choose to live my life this way due to the fact I simply do not have enough baring's to call a place home. I like it this way. I lived a happy life growing up with that young woman, she lived just in front of a large forest which I played in very often, I collected herbs and flowers for her of which she'd either use them in her recipes of food or make bouquets out of them. By the time I had turned 8 I began to read and learn about the various plants I had picked, this lead to my infatuation with them today. I loved not only the scent and aroma created by them but their magical properties as well, when the woman had gotten sick I created weak healing and soothing drinks for her and baked the herbs into the food she had eaten to keep her alive and healthy just for a little longer, and to bring her peace when she was in pain. These eventually had done nothing for her anymore and had passed on to the after life a few days after I had noticed this. I had left once she passed on to the after life, continuing to make these weak healings on my own. When I left I was 15 years of age, I was on my own and had to learn how to survive, pushing my passions aside all I could think about was finding civilization and a place to call home. I did not find a home and became a wanderer, living off of the land and doing practically everything myself, considering I had no money it was hard to find people that would just 'lend' me food. I had to work for them or commence a trade of my valuable herbs, hence I didn't know what to do with them at the time as I set that portion of my life aside, I gave them up for food and other basic needs. When I had turned 20 this way of life hardly changed and was still a wanderer though I had found a way to make money through doing things for others, like finding herbs and other interesting plants or collecting wood, etc. These things eventually made me quite a large sum of money and I was eventually able to afford food and other things comfortably without having to worry. During this time I hadn't needed nor wanted a place to stay, I had gotten used to my way of life, sleeping under the dark starry skies and waking up to the bright sunlit mornings was something I had considered a ritual for myself, it had shown me how my day was going to go. I am now 35 years of age and this has not changed, only problem is that I now have more money than I know what to do with. I want to rebuild a life for myself and get back to that passion and drive for creating things again! I want to become excellent at creating potions and other things for people, to help them in their time of need like when I needed something most.
