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?" Eden stares at the old lady, tensing up from flashes of horrid memories. He eyes the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with rage and bloodlust, until Eden lets out a long sigh and sits next to the old hag, taking a long swig of his flask. "My story is a long one, are you sure you want to hear?" The old lady, oddly calm after Eden's show of rage lets out a relaxed nod and Eden, confused of himself on why he is being so honest, begins to recount. "As a boy born into Indoren Envlave, I was an extremely happy and joyful child. My crimson eyes and half wood elf blood did attract some disgusted looks due to purity being of such high importance, but the support and love of my family and few close friends was more than enough for me, I was also quite liked by the elders due to my strong sense of discipline, my loyalty to the clan as well as my talent in combat. Although, I never had a talent for music and poetry like my friends, I would do all I can to still be of use by training my combat day in and day out until a couple days after my thirteenth birthday." Eden takes a small pause, a small pause to recollect himself and to stop the bloodlust that he was unconsciously radiating. "A couple days after my thirteenth birthday. I thought, I truly believed I was old enough to finally explore the old basement that my parents had warned me over and over, again and again to never touch. So, I went in, I opened the door, as quietly as I could, using all the skills my old master, the man I respected the most had taught me and went in. It was such a long, dark alley, an alley that thirteen year old me thought stretched on for miles, it may have been the stress that made it feel longer but it must have been at least half a mile. Then I two people, I didn't know who they were but they were much larger than I was, most definitely adults, in long robed hoods covering them from head to toe. Their hands raised in the air, surrounding a large circle with weirds drawings, most definitely of arcane origin, chanting a name. A name that I had only heard rumors about but knew well, Melkor." Letting out another sigh Eden says "As I was only thirteen, after having the praises of my elders and friends for my talent in combat, I had come to think of someone who must protect everyone, must make sure they were all safe I imagined the worst scenario possible in which they were summoning him. I know that thinking this was ******* stupid and it is still my greatest regret to this day. So I did what anyone with a hero complex would, I tried... No, I succeeded in stopping them. Using my twin short swords, my thirteenth birthday gift from my parents, I jumped at the first one, stabbing them in the back, killing them instantly. The other one screamed but I didn't hear them, the adrenaline was overwhelming, the other hooded figure starts to conjure a spell but as I look at them, they hesitate and stop, and I take the opportunity, stabbing them and killing them instantly." With a small tear lining down his face, Eden continues. "The stress I built up finally overwhelmed me, right next to the body's I pass out instantly with a gaping smile thinking that I did well in protecting everyone, excited for the praise I would get from master, my friends, my family." With a small shake of his head and a self deprecating chuckle. "I slept for only god knows how long, only to be woken by a scream and a small crowd surrounding me. As I wake up, remembering what I had done, I shoot up onto my feet giving the widest smile, only to be responded to with looks of disgust and hatred. Confused, I ask what happened. Only to be responded to with a full power slap from my master, followed with screaming, asking how I could do this to my own family. Even further confused, as I'm about to respond to him asking what he means, I look at the hooded figures I had killed, to see their hoods down. With my parents face on it. I don't remember what happened after that, I only remember a loud ringing and getting dragged away from the body's into a cell. Then I don't even know how long I had stayed in the cell, a year, two years? It didn't matter, all I could think about was how I killed my own parents. How I had ended the lives of the two people who loved me the most. After living these mindless years in prison, a bright light burns my eyes and I'm grabbed by the arm and pulled out the cell to be practically thrown to the floor onto a path, with only a few people, the people who had saw what I had done, my master and a couple elder. Then I hear a booming voice behind me say, 'I hereby declare, Eden, will lose his last name and be exiled by the village to never return.' Surprisingly I managed to understand what was said, so, I started walking, with rocks thrown at my face and words sharper than knives cutting me. The thing that hurt most though, was the look of disgust in my masters face, when I saw that. I stopped walking. I just ran, I ran into the mountains, I kept running for at least 3 days after. With my only item being the hunks of metal I used to kill my parents, I just survived in the mountain's until around a week ago, where a wondering merchant found me and offered to take me to a village. So now I'm here, and that is my story." Eden heaves a sigh of relief, felling so happy to have finally got that of his chest. But then his eyes turn cold, as he looks at the old hag. "So now... What's your deal?"
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