Elflingoveryourceiling

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?)) " My story? Well.. i guess the more interesting part of it started when i left my Elf camp. i escaped with my friend Agatha.. Who got eaten by wolves later on.. " Beatrix looks down then sighs. " It is the circle of life, however. and she did save my life. I have a shell she gave to me, actually. " The Irish elf pulled out a small, pink shell with a blue inside. " But yes, Life goes on. Oh! one more thing allowing me to finish this story, is the last and most interesting thing. I am a wood elf, so therefore, I lived in a small tree. One day, a fire broke out, leaving my tree in ashes.. I got harshly burnt on my back and had to be hospitalized for eight weeks, but that ends my story. I'm afraid I must run now. it was wonderful meeting you!~ " Beatrix ran out the door, waving rapidly.

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?)) " My story? Well.. i guess the more interesting part of it started when i left my Elf camp. i escaped with my friend Agatha.. Who got eaten by wolves later on.. " Beatrix looks down then sighs. " It is the circle of life, however. and she did save my life. I have a shell she gave to me, actually. " The Irish elf pulled out a small, pink shell with a blue inside. " But yes, Life goes on. Oh! one more thing allowing me to finish this story, is the last and most interesting thing. I am a wood elf, so therefore, I lived in a small tree. One day, a fire broke out, leaving my tree in ashes.. I got harshly burnt on my back and had to be hospitalized for eight weeks, but that ends my story. I'm afraid I must run now. it was wonderful meeting you!~ " Beatrix ran out the door, waving rapidly.

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?)) " My.. My backstory..? Well.. I guess I could start from when I left my village.. Hm.. " The elf thought for a minute, before her ears twitched and she looked back at the woman. " I have had many run-ins with ogres, humans, and other things, but that really doesn't amount to what I saw in a cave once. It gave me a huge scar on my shoulder! almost cut it clean off! " Beatrix peeled up her sleeve, showing the twelve inch scar across her shoulder. " Anyway, though, that was the most interesting part of my backstory. but thank you for listening either way, Ma'am. I'm afraid I must go now, but have a wonderful evening!~ " She yelled, striding off towards the entrance.