BruceTheWas1an

Bruzar was born deep within the shadowed undercities of the dark elves, where betrayal and ambition ruled every alley and chamber. From a young age, he moved like a shadow, honing his skills in stealth, combat, and the subtle art of manipulation. He became one of the clan’s most skilled scouts and assassins, trusted by few but feared by many. Power, however, proved to be a dangerous game. His closest allies, driven by greed, turned on him in a sudden and deadly coup. Bruzar barely escaped, his body scarred and his trust shattered. He fled to the surface world, leaving everything he knew behind, determined to survive, master the arts of shadow, and one day exact vengeance on those who betrayed him. Under the pale glow of moonlight, Bruzar drifted through towns and forests alike, a silent observer in the night. He gathered information, formed uneasy alliances, and struck only when it served his purpose. Every shadow he blended into, every secret he uncovered, brought him closer to reclaiming his honor and confronting the enemies who had left him for dead. He walked the world as a ghost of vengeance, feared by those who sensed his presence but rarely saw it.

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 hesitate at the entrance before stepping fully inside, the candlelight flickering across my face. At her words, I narrow my eyes slightly but take the offered seat. “Then you already know I didn’t come here by accident,” I say quietly, resting my hands on my knees. “Something led me to this place… and I have a feeling it has something to do with you.”