BloodDaggs666

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 woulds look toward the old woman..sighing a bit as he tried to catch his breath from his travelling...he didn't know the woman so he simply looked behind him out of the tent, then back towards her shrugging, as he walked in trying to sound friendly "thanks for letting me ins ill say that ive been travelling for a bit now" he would say sitting down across from her as he dropped his backpack on the ground with a sigh. "i "heard there might be good fishing here i thought i might catch some turtles or frogs for dinner. Im a hunter...or well i dabble, just in enough to keep myself alive yknow?" he would say nervously looking down at his feet as he tried to relax "my family were fishers and hunters...living off the land. Hah whens i was a kid i used to clean whatever my pa brought back to our camp with my ma." he would say grabbing a small piece of dry bread from his pack taking a bite. he would swallow hard, he was useds to eating whatever he could. "my ma was a sweet woman....heck of a cook" *he would say with a smile "there wasn't a day that went by thats i dont miss her 4 meat style shepards pie.my pa he was a hard worker...but he was a great father. I felt like he could do anything he wanted he was a great hunters" he would finish the bread as he patted his hands ons his pants sighing "ma got sick, i was only 7 when it happened. But she never let it get her downs, it broke my pa's heart when she died, my pa was never the same. At the age of 12 i could fully dress a squirrel with one arm tied behind my back. at the age of 17, i buried my pa...hunting accident" he would say pausing as he looked out the doorway behind him once again. "All you need to know is im alive, i hunt, i fish, i travel, i do as i want and no more. I dont know what will happen but i know i wont die to some bullshits reason. im going to keep living theres always somethings more to life, so i live." he would stand up grabbing his backpack and putting it back on "thanks for letting me come in...sorry to take up so much of your time, safe travels" he would say leaving the tent and walking off.

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?)) I'd take a seat slowly looking at the ground at my feet and sighs "well were do i start i don't know my birth home or my parents due to an orc attack that decimated everything luckily i had a group of other wood elves that'd taken me in due to the births of elves being far and between. But now i'm just trying to live on my own trying to make a living for myself.For the past 6 years of my life ive just been trying to live off the land anyway i can.The others who took me in taught me most of what i know either if its fishing, foraging and hunting and a bit of wood carving if i have too. Thankfully i was taught the novice stuff of living out on my own so i'll admit that i'd take any advice that i can, i still haves a lot to learn.but with the different amounts of conflict going on from i'd heard things will be a bit difficult although i prefer not to get mixed up in political nonsense,or i may end up as either a wolf's meal or have my skull as a game a kickball by a few orc children. but hey we all do what we have to do in order to survive in this world. But i will live my life thanking every day that i had a second chances. (im sorry it this isnt great...im ons the autistic spectrum and im really nervous ivr never played minecraft rp, dont speak english while either)