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    Narithen Karvit
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    Dark Elf

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  1. "Right, seems like some people need to be hurt." Narithen scowls at the proclaimation.
  2. "Seems like Atemu's finally bitten off more than he could chew." Narithen hums as he reads the missive. "I suppose it's what he deserves- ...Hope the others stay safe, though." He reads over the part accusing Atemu of 'insolence' and subversive behaviour, and cannot help a chuckle. "Ain't that ironic?"
  3. “Oh, bugger me.” Narithen sighs as he sees the notice. “I don’t want to have to fight orcs for someone like Atemu.” The ker mutters under his breath.
  4. Narithen sighs as he sees the missive, already understanding what was going to be happening. "Alright." He murmurs, and grabs his halberd. "Let's get this done."
  5. Narithen looked over the missive he'd been handed, rubbing at his jaw. "Interesting." The ker murmurs. "Well, this list doesn't seem to be wrong. Question is... What're we going to do about it?"
  6. Narithen grinned as he saw the report. "Glad that plan worked out- Those Dwarves hit hard."
  7. Narithen Karvit notices the- well, notice. "...Jeez." He murmurs. "These people."
  8. Narithen notes the announcement, raising his eyebrows. "New neighbours, huh? They sound..." He reads over the part about eating people again. "Interesting."
  9. DizzyGrey


    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?)) "I- What?" Narithen blinks at the hag's words, tilting his head and stepping back cautiously. He clearly debates just running for a moment, her words having easily unnerved him, but nonetheless he then sits. "I... Right. Well, um... My name's Narithen. But... you probably knew that, I guess." The awkwardness is almost palpable as he shifts in his seat, swallowing. "My dad's a smith, but not one of those fancy metal folding swordsmiths everyone hears about. Just regular things, you know? He... He does alright, I guess. My mum's a seamstress. Made these." The elf plucks at his rich black clothing, which is obvious quality. "She's pretty good at it. Often gets hired by some of the richer folk." "Childhood was pretty boring. That's kind of the whole problem, I guess. Spent my whole life growing up on stories of heroes, and the spirits, deeds of our ancestors. Always being told just how wide the world was, but never actually seeing any of it myself. I felt... choked, I guess. As if some hand was around my throat, squeezing all the life out of me. I needed to get out." A wistful, happy sigh. "So I did, and here I am. Travelling. Adventuring, I guess is the term. I want to see the world. Meet people like you. See places like this. It's a strange, amazing world out there. And if I'm really immortal, I've got the time to watch it pass. So I figure I should know what it used to be like, and maybe see about shaping it in my own way." He places his hand on his knee. "Hopefully, one day, I can be the subject of an ancestor story told to some grandkid of mine. I think that'd be nice." He pauses, before nodding silently, and making to stand. "If there's nothing else?"
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