vampyriak

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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 enters the place and greets the old woman giving her a trembling hand greeting, her face shows an expression of nerves. Sit slowly in a chair as he starts talking.* "I am Vaelric, son of Valroc the Second. I come from Burgandy. I used to be a peasent but I've always longed for being a knight, to protect and serve." *Settles in the chair and confidently begins to open up.* "You'll see, my father was a knight, but he used to drink a lot so thats when he met my mother at a brothel. My father, even though he had another family, he always looked out for my mother and I. But one day he stopped coming." *Takes a brief pause to clear his throat.* "We later found out that he died at the war. My mother never loved him so much, but I... I was devastated." *Starts to see his hands while playing with his fingers* "For a long time, I held a grudge against the other kingdoms, even my own. Later, I realized that my father never turned his back on his kingdom, and despite the conflicts, he never treated others as less than himself." *Stops playing with his hands and looks straight into the old lady eyes* "Despite everything, he gave his life for his kingdom. That's something I admire. To protect and serve. And it's what I want to dedicate myself to. I want to protect my people and give them the peace my kingdom so deserves."

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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 enters the place and greets the old woman giving her a trembling hand greeting, her face shows an expression of nerves. Sit slowly in a chair as he starts talking.* "I am Vaelric, son of Valroc the Second. I come from Burgandy. I used to be a peasent but I've always longed for being a knight, to protect and serve." *Settles in the chair and confidently begins to open up.* "You'll see, my father was a knight, and met my mom at a party. Quickly they would start an affair. My father, even though he had another family, he always looked out for my mother and I. But one day he stopped coming." *Takes a brief pause to clear his throat.* "We later found out that he died at the war. My mother never loved him so much, but I... I was devastated." *Starts to see his hands while playing with his fingers* "For a long time, I held a grudge against the other kingdoms, even my own. Later, I realized that my father never turned his back on his kingdom, and despite the conflicts, he never treated others as less than himself." *Stops playing with his hands and looks straight into the old lady eyes* "Despite everything, he gave his life for his kingdom. That's something I admire. To protect and serve. And it's what I want to dedicate myself to. I want to protect my people and give them the peace my kingdom so deserves."