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?))
Ludwig leans forward slightly, his silvery-blue eyes reflecting the flickering firelight as he speaks, his voice calm but edged with the weight of distant memories.
“I was born in Haelun’or, among my people—the high elves. To most, it’s a realm of beauty and wisdom, but to me, even as a child, it was a place of endless questions. My family held ancient knowledge, texts that stretched back beyond memory. I was surrounded by answers to questions most never think to ask. Yet I was restless, troubled even; the more I learned, the more I realized just how little we all understood.
There was a moment, early on, when I realized that our ‘truths’ were layered in centuries of belief, tradition, and comfort. I couldn’t abide it. I needed a truth that wasn’t coloured by heritage or pride—a pure truth, beyond the limits of our minds and what we wanted to believe. And so, I left Haelun’or. I knew my absence would disturb them, maybe even embarrass them. But that mattered little. What use was comfort when it only kept us from seeing clearly?
He pauses briefly
I wandered for years, exploring ruins and relics, seeking out those old and forgotten places where answers might hide. I’ve uncovered knowledge written by hands long turned to dust and theories buried in ancient scripts. Each discovery brought me closer to understanding, but also showed me just how endless this quest would be. I still keep in touch with a few scholars back home. Some call me a fool, a wanderer chasing shadows, but others… they listen. I think they sense that the things I’ve glimpsed—the fragments of truth I’ve found—have value, even if they can’t understand them yet. But now, there are rumors… darkness stirring in places even I dare not tread. I sense it’s calling me back. Perhaps my search isn’t just for myself anymore, but for all of us, though I can’t say where it will lead."
He falls silent, gazing into the fire, the small candle flames casting a shadow across his thoughtful face, as if lost somewhere in the depths of his own mind.
