nekrael

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 am alone in this world." He begins. "My name, at least the one I gave myself, is Nekrael. This year marks my nineteenth birth, though I cannot remember a thing from before my eighth. What happened before I can only imagine. Ive taught myself to speak, Ive taught myself to write, Ive taught myself to fight. Though, without ambition, a shell of a human, really. Trapped in a nightmare of my own making. My whole life, or what I remember of it, ive been wandering, never having any destination in mind, mindlessly drifing through the world." "But this," He adds, "this is different. Something drew me here." He stare intensely into the Womans eyes "You know me, you have something to do with this, dont you?"

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.” I nod and shift slightly on the cushion, trying to find a comfortable position. "I grew up in Coldwind, a small village surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. My dad was a blacksmith, and my mom was a herbalist. They filled my early years with incredible stories of magic and adventure, and I was hooked from the beginning. When I was fifteen, a wandering elf passed through and spoke of a hidden artifact rumored to hold ancient magical secrets. The idea of finding something like that ignited a real passion in me, and I knew I had to leave Coldwind to search for it. My parents supported my decision, though they were understandably worried, and did everything they could to help me get started. For the past few years, I’ve been traveling from place to place, learning about magic from various mentors and exploring old ruins and forgotten libraries. Each new challenge—whether it’s rough terrain, dangerous creatures, or bandits—has only strengthened my resolve and skills. So now, I have to ask: how is it that you recognize me?"