ArtoriusViir

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.” I reluctantly sit, unaware of her intentions. "I am Artorius, last of my family, last of my clan. I seek an item, do you know of which?" I gaze slyly at the hag, seeking answers. "Why were you expecting me, few knew of my venture here." My hand, slowly wandering to the hilt of my sword, studying my surrounds in the flicker of torchlight."

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.” "What story? I simply came here for trade." "I'm aware of your true intentions, you're here for the artifact. No?" "The bow rightfully belongs to my clan." Extra character info Name: Artorius Clan: Viir Backstory: The last standing member clan and a leader of a fallen kingdom Personality traits: somber, egotistical Appearance: White hair, blue eyes long pointy ears