LilGrooter

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?)) "Ah well where do I start... I guess ill start from where I can remember, I grew up with my dad since he said my mum died in childbirth. He raised me as a assassin, but I have always had a sense and curiosity in magic so I guess I just didn't pay attention to my dads training, that didn't end well as you can see from this scar across my chest." He would point towards the massive scar going from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his torso. "So I set out on my own journey to find life experience and combat experience through rough traveling and trails of pain through ravine's and over mountains and that leads us to here." Backstory: Kaliondi Kezesh grew up in a town called Vortice with his father. He was an only child ever since his mother died in child birth. Or so he was told… Kali was raised to be an assassin by his father. His father would work with him every morning as soon as the sun rose. Sparing, training, jousting, you name it. He basically worked him to death. From all this training he’s earned many scars, most faded but one will stick with him forever. A massive slash that goes from the top of his left shoulder to just above his right hip. Which was inflicted by his father in training when he wasn’t paying attention. All of this led him to feel a deep hated for his father, causing him to pack his things and run away in the dark of night. Alone but not defenseless. With this freedom, he was finally able to read up different forms of magic. He’s always been fond of magic, ever since he was a boy. It was almost like it was calling out to him. One day as he traveled to Vikela he stumbled upon a ‘book store’. When he walked in, he immediately went to find the magic section. The place wasn’t massive but it was indeed confusing, he struggled for a good few minutes before walking over to a random woman who was sitting alone with a book in hand. She was a tall dark elf who looked quite similar to him. Yes dark elves already look similar but they were.. too similar… Kali politely greeted the female, she gave him a polite bow in return. He asked for where the magic books were since she seems to be from around here. The woman’s face lit up as she agreed and took him straight to what he was looking for. After they introduced themselves he found out her name was Nyrru Kezesh. His suspensions grew once again, first they looked so similar, now they have the same exact last name? One thing led to the next, they soon discovered that they were long lost twins and that both their parents had lied about each other.