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  1. SecretKeeperTTV

    SecretKeepr5

    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?)) "Me?" She smirks, lounging on the offered cushion."Merely passing through. Thought I'd see what wares were beholden within this run down dump." She thinks after the hag speaks her seccond question "Where to begin... Memories of a hundred lands flash through her mind "I've been a Guard... An Advisor.. A mercenary... and now a traveling entertainer. Just trying to make a living, I'm sure you understand.."
  2. SecretKeeperTTV

    SecretKeepr5

    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?)) "Me?" She smirks, lounging on the offered cushion."Merely passing through. Thought I'd see what wares were beholden within this run down dump." She thinks after the hag speaks her seccond question "Where to begin... Memories of a hundred lands flash through her mind "I've been a Guard... A concubine.. A mercenary... and now a Dancer. Just trying to make a living, I'm sure you understand.."
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    thelittlestcity

    I never had parents, as far as I can remember. It was always just me and my brother, Philza. My brother said that our parents died in the fire of Sanjezel, and that he, at 12, fled to The Fringe on his own wings with me in his arms. My childhood was filled with weapons lessons, survival lessons, and most importantly, flying lessons. But everything changed when I was 15. He was 18, and I was getting the upper hand in the fight. Our swords clashed, his netherite against my iron, sparks flying from the grinding. I can still hear, and see him laughing... before everything went red. When I finally snapped out of it, he was on the ground with a gash on his forearm. His eyes were filled with terror, something I would never forget. I flew up, with my sword and bag and flew away, out of The Fringe
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