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    Eradel Steelrend
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  1. Steelmont


    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?)) Example: "I-I am..." He stuttered nervously before assuming a strait and more regal stance. Suddenly in a much more commanding tone "That is non of your concern human. The business of a high elf is their own." He moved to a...somewhat suitable sitting area and calmly attempts to make himself comfortable. He sat there looking very uneasy, jumping at every other frog croak. The longer he sat there the more the air thickened, the more the air thickened the more uncomfortable he felt, the more uncomfortable he felt the more uneasy he was. After an hour of what he would describe as torture he yearend for anything that would keep his mind off of his surrounding. "Military." He blurted out suddenly. " You asked for my story...I wish to be a soldier. But...I don't completely trust my nerves...or skills...or overall competence." He then jumped up saying "Not that the High Elves are weak or incompetent in any way! I just...may not be as good as everyone ells." He shrank sadly into his sitting spot after saying that last part. He then bolted up with an accusatory look on his face. He then shouts "Don't think I'm a helpless cretan. Don't try to deny it, I can see it in your eyes!" He dashes to the mouth of the tent and proclaims "I'll show you! I'll march my way back to Celia'nor and grab a spear and shield and be the best warrior that any Elf has ever seen!" He ran out the ten full of pride...and then returned a few seconds later. "I'll show you after dawn breaks." He returns to his sitting spot. "Yes, dawn break seems like the best time to pursue my military carrier." He sat there, quietly waiting for the sun to rise.
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