NoodlesOfGlory

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?)) He'd sit down, making himself comfortable, before starting to speak, "I was born in a big kingdom," He said, muffled slightly by his helmet. "My mother died while giving birth to me, so I was left to fend for myself on the streets. I'd usually be begging for some money on the side of the road, or even just a bit of attention. Life out there wasn't very entertaining, y'know? I had gotten into a scuffle with one of my neighbouring street urchins, and I was pretty beaten up. A kind man patched me up in his little tavern, and let me rest in his house for until I recovered. The man had gotten my life back on track." He said, as he adjusted himself to his final position, finding the most comfortable one out of all of them. "I started to work as a blacksmith for a few years there, making swords for the king's army and what not. I decided that my life had much wasted potential, which I decided to use, for the remainder of it. At dusk, I started working at a set of armour; A sturdy one, at that, to keep my safe from the wilds of this unique world. I ended up finishing it the very next day.. or two, I'm not very great at remembering things. I ventured out of the gates, wearing my trusty set of armour. It is the same one I wear as of now. 'What does he do now?' you might think. I venture to the deepest depths of this world, and the highest highs. The East to West, the North to South. It's simply what I enjoy about my life.

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?)) "Hm.. The farthest i can remember is when i was around 5 years old. I was outside, with my father, collecting some branches to make a campfire. We were outside, in a part of the woods with a lot of Bears. Once i had enough sticks, i headed back to the camping spot and waited patiently for my father to return. He never did, and i was met with a scream from the woods, and loud growling. I lit the campfire quickly and lit one of the sticks on fire. I grabbed the burning stick and headed towards the sounds, with my fiery weapon in hand. The sun was setting, and the sounds had quieted down, and i was nowhere near our camp. I was already deep in the search, so i continued. The fire was slowly extinguishing, and i had slowly lost my lightsource. After a while, i was met with a river. I decided to cross it after not thinking all too long. Only once i entered the water, i realised how tired i was. I was already struggling to hold up the torch, and i passed out in the middle of the river. I woke up on the shore, and stood up not too long after waking. I saw a village of sorts nearby, and started waddling over to it. I was still dead tired, and was pushing my limits by simply walking over there. I passed out once again, next to the road. I found out, later that day, that a guard was on patrol, and took me in his tiny house. I woke up, once again, with a tad bit more energy than before. The guard was standing over me, with a dumb look on his face. He brought me a bowl o' soup to drink. I haven't eaten anything warm in a while, or at all in general, so i was savouring every last drop of it. That man became my father figure, that i had lost that very day. after 14 Years passed, He passed. Yes, i mourn him to this day, but he had given me the will to become a guard like himself. I served that village for 21 years. The village had been raided, and i was on patrol that very day. The horror i experienced when i saw the fire on the burning buildings illuminate the night sky was something i will never feel again. I was in a pure state of utter shock, and rode my horse into village, to save anyone i could. All there was, were burnt corpses. I took off on my horse, into the woods. I rode for hours, just thinking. After riding for some time, i was interrupted by a large tree, which my horse walked into while trotting. I layed on the ground, pondering what do now. I had lost all purpose. I was laying on the floor for some hours, until the sunlight shined on my face. It had given me a sudden surge of determination. I grabbed an axe from my horse, and started chopping away at some trees. I swung carelessly for a few hours, and was left exhausted after the adrenaline cut off. I sat on a tree stump for a while, until i was able to continue. I built myself a house in a few months. Turns out, it got raided a year or two after. I felt nothing, as i glanced at the crackling flame. I lost all hope, and that leads us to today. As of today, i just sit on my horse, and ride through the forests. I managed to find this place, and i guess im in luck, as i wasn't able to find any animals in the past few days.

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?)) The Teen sits down, and looks up at the woman. "You mean me? Thanks! I was born in a rather large city, and lived there most of my life. I grew up with only my mother, Well, She took care of me in that big city, and raised me her own way. She let me live the way i wanted to. Sadly, She Died last year. I've been living off of my deceased mother's job, as they let me take over after her death. I grew up pretty feminine due to being only raised by my mother. I was bullied for it at the workplace, but i didn't let it disrupt me. A week ago, her job made me go on a tour around some realms, and i ended up wandering right here. I've been wandering for 19 Hours straight i believe." Lixiss smile lit up the place. It was clear that the "feminine" part was very true. "My legs really deserved this break, they're all stiff... Well, during this week i've hunted down a deer, got chased by a bear, and i think broke my arm" He raised a completely fine looking arm. "Maybe im overexaggerating. Well, i ended up in this small village, and here we are! I'm looking forward to knowing more about you!" The old hag scrunched up her face. realising she has to deal with such a radiative personality.