NarnianEwok

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- Okay,” the young Wood Elf says and sits on the cushion with a soft little breath. She sits and ponders for a moment, trying to think of where to begin. “I suppose I should start by saying that I was born more towards the south and grew up on a small little farm in the woods. Hunting, raising crops, praying and connecting to the land around us. It’s also where my mother thought me to use a bow,” Valeriya says. “Though recently I wanted to branch out. Seek out more of a community to share, live, and grow my faith with,” she pauses to take in a small breath of air, “besides my parents. Whom I still adore very much but being the only three people within a certain range of other Wood Elves stared to feel.. secluding.” She waits for the hag to listen and process before saying anything. “So, um. Yeah! That’s my story.. or at least the summary of it.”

Being born and raised in the Kingdom of Norland has always been something I’ve fairly enjoyed. I raised into a family where the men went out hunting and the women went out gathering, which is how I ended up developing a strong love with nature. My mother, Nora, would always take me gathering, in search of herbs, wood, and even bones. My father, on the other hand, would rarely ever take me hunting with him and my brother. Though, when I had a the chance, it would be to learn how to track the animals and learn their behaviors. When I turned 16 my mother became severely ill, so I had to go out myself and do the gathering, everyday hoping that my mom would get better. Unfortunately, she passed a week later and I was left with my brother and my father. After my mother had passed my father started telling use the history of Norland. From lineages, to the families, to even wars. While the history was violent in some parts, I found peace in it. Even until this day.