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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?)) *Hag's gaze would hardly see the figure's visuals as it was welcomed with slowly evaporating fog* "What of a reeky and unpleasant smell" a chuckle followed, quite arrogant and foreign accent; as the figure continued, they would lean weight on one hip and slowly draw hand above shoulders moving fog away "Expecting me? Sit... on this mud-slobbed plank... Perhaps you come from land of undead? Or have you come from suburbs of dwarfs, per se.. could use a good cleaning to remove this stank" arrogance which would show a rather nonchalant and sassy persona would slowly become more clear *Hag would see the face of hardly identifiable figure covered with cape, but the pale skin, smooth and different accent was close to one met deep-hidden parts of Eastern Farfolk lands. Hag would also notice the figure would have been dressed in unique, yet creepy clothing, which carried symbolical bone accessories. Accessories reminding one that a witch or sorceress would use for spiritual rituals* [...] Skip RP [...] "My business in this town should not be bothers of yours, however I would be presumptuously grateful if you could share with me some directions... to a more" same tone full of sassiness and chuckle exhaled the figure, in same motion while speaking they would take out something outside their leather bag and pass it to the old hag "civilized area.." *Old Hag would find a good starch of bronze coins and rare herbs, which would be used for remedy substances* [...] Skip RP [...] The figure would remove the cape and reveal light haired individual... was it a man... or a woman... the vibrant intonation would be a match one's a male could have, however, the smooth snow white skin, fluffy light hair and eyes resembling of a fox's glaze would be gracefully taken for feminine traits "This is a fair payment... to obtain whatever you know... and to keep your silence as of you witnessed me" the figure would gesture in elegant and mysterious manner. [...] Skip RP [...] "Oh? so the rumors about me, have reached even smallest cramps of this region" the figure would laugh "you are correct, they indeed proclaimed me Herbologist and some even labelled me a Witch, bare... I hold enthusiastic and curious knowledge for the traits of nature and the use of flora and fauna in my personal interests" giving a narrow lean to make a better contact with the Old Hag expressing slight amusement in the conversation "however.... most called me Kaiser of the travelling East Wind" [...] Skip RP [...] "Perhaps, however, you should be aware of small group made of High-Elves that wear silverish armor and ride white horses" The figure would slowly head back to the pathway "Thank you for the little chatter, and the directions" *Old Hag would see how the figure would put back the cape, hiding their mysteriously unique facial features, giving her slight wave while making their way forwards. In split moment the figure would be surrounded with the fog until being fully consumed out of sight* - These are the first Lore Steps into LOC territory made by Shura Sterben also known by alias Kaiser. This character has made name in circle of travelling merchants and little number of High-Elves; A farfolk human, who cherishes the richness of creating treating remedies and discovery of rare poisons, and venomous formulas. An individual that has been claimed for making witchcraft to help people. What story shall they demonstrate? Who is following them and where their path will take them within these lands? - ---- Term describing Shura as a "Witch" Indeed my character was referenced based on their lore as a witch but when they come to LOC world they are actually a plain herbologist with no special powers. Based on their backstory: Shura was extremely curious and quick learning individual, they adored field of natural medicines and alchemic components; years of learning and practice have been done, as they went on journey to learn more about foreign herbology and alchemy skills; staying in different villages and residents they always helped people by providing them with efficient medicines; And once when they stayed for 6 months in certain area they drawn liking of local villagers as they gotten cheap deals for cost-effective herb mixtures; local authorities didn't like that a travelling stranger was taken to a liking by commoners denying rural beliefs and laws. Shura as Farfolk was pro-claimed for a witchcraft in order to banish them from that village. This didn't end as rumors of Shura flew through certain parts of continent claiming them as Kaiser of the travelling East Wind. To sum up, Shura does not wield any magic ^^

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?)) As the male entered the area, he'd brush slow and neutral gaze to the old woman approaching him verbally. " . . . " Giving no response, a male would pat the dust off his clothes, fixing the leather belt with hanging odd sword to it [!] odd, the blade doesn't look like it was made in this continent, it had long and thin shape with an angular edge that looked like a rapier, but it was thicker, the scabbard would be tight in weird colored ropes[!], remaining silent like a fox waiting for its prey figure would approach the old lady, taking a rather unusual sitting position kneeling and letting the lower back end on the heels putting both palms on thighs. After a few moments male would make an eye-contact with the old lady and speak "You say a Story?" Male ignored the fact lady said to recognize him, almost as if it is nothing new in this world "Travelling across the continent, in the hope of finding answers to my deeds, a deep rationale that forced me into hardships and frustration, lead me to leave the one I love. I saw many ruins, towns and villages, and diverse community that is built of reputation and status. Countless waters were passed, with mysterious creatures enjoying their dark kingdom. Reeking in woods bandits setting caravans on fire and murdering the blue-blooded pigeons." Male would stop speaking for a second before brushing his palm onto the right eye hiding it and looking straight at the mossy panorama "Yet. . . I still haven't found anything that brings meaning to me. . . Ironic" Male would summon a sphere of cloud, putting his hand in it and pulling out a papyrus-like roll collection, unfolding it he would reveal several papers [!] all pages would have dry written with dark ink, seemingly like diary notes with universal language, each page had a nice couple of paragraphs with dates under each [!]. He'd give a weak grinning smile and hand the papers to the women "You humans are sure chaotic creatures, you cause so much unneeded fuss and pledge blood on blades the second you don't like something. Yet. . . Even you are living beings that inspired us higher races to be more human-like, hah... Mortal, take these papers and read the stories of loner elf adventures around lands of mystery . . . destined truth of changes. Thy need to me these scripts don't bring anymore, you shall be one to inherit this story and tell passers by what world has become of. Until your last breath reaches your call and soul will be bound to travel a world of spirits." He'd leave the diary notes with the woman as he closed the collected form of clouds, he'd stood up fixing his cloak male would walk away, giving the old lady a wave of a hand as a gesture of safety and heading away towards far mountains "After my journey, the time has come to face my blood ones once again. . . I wonder what the elder father will think of me. . . divergent son who left home to explore the world. . ." Male stopped for a second turning back to the already faded in thick fog dim town and looked up at the gray sky sighing and giving a painful expression "Whatever we do, wherever we go. . . as long as we exist in this world balance and chaos will surround us. . . yet some grand monks and wise wizards said... Love will lead us to the right path..." Ending his speculations male would put the hood back covering his pointy ears and pale white skin, continuing his path ahead. -------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- -------- [!] I will attach visual look of the skin for person who will viewing the thread [!]