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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?)) Alex would walk with heavy steps to the closest seat before slouching his body down before taking another glance at the woman. He then let out a sigh before talking in his deep scratchy voice, "Well.. for all I can remember I've been smithin. You see my family were a pair of warrior folk y'know the aggressive kind but I grew to hate fighting but in that hate sparked a new love for armour and weaponry, so my job was to make us weaponry and such with whatever i could." He would then reach into his boot, revealing an iron dagger with engravings on it. He'd stare at it, his eyes widening, "It aint much yet but.. it sure is a beauty!" He let out a chuckle in remembrance to his past before exclaiming, "I was 'gifted' with the hands to bend steel and make the finest weaponry! I was told that at a young age and for all I can remember its all I've been doing." He then paused before finishing off with, "And now I'm off to use my skills elsewhere and of course make a few coins along the way.." He'd then get up, putting the dagger back into his boot, " Enough with all this now.. It was nice to chat ma'am but ive got to get out of here.." He then looked around before realising he'd got so side-tracked in his past that he forgot where he actually is. He let out a sigh before leaving the tent with his usual heavy footsteps and wandered off into the distance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex grew up with a large family, from young all they have been doing is fighting. Alex grew to dislike fighting but to enjoy smithing, ever since he found the passion for blacksmithing he had been making weaponry and armoury for his family. He eventually became known for his skills and made the hard decision to leave his family and try settle off somewhere else, somewhere where he could make money off his skills and grow to maybe even become a famous Smither in all the lands..

Yuthnien was born into a poor but happy family, he was trained by his family to invent machines that would help his town grow and not die. His farther was a solider, he often went to battles but once he went to a battle and warned his family that he might not come back... Yuthnien had no response because at the time he was 7 and thought nothing of what his farther said. Weeks passed, then months, his faily grieved and cried for days but Yuthnien didnt cry he was sad but couldn't show it "he had to be strong". His family were disgusted by his lack of crying and thought of him as a monster they called him all types of demonic names. Yuthnien had no choice as he was being tormented every day, he made the hard decision to run away forever.. He lived of forest fruits for years, he gained more knowledge and met more people on the way. Now at age 20, he wanders around with his cool inventions and with a little bit of magic he has learnt, he still stays cautios and trys not to get into sticky situations. Currently his life is pretty boring and he's seeking for a place to stay.