backstory -
Drake riddle is a forest dwarf who lurks in the shadows, driven by insatiable hunger power and yearning for his name to echo through the ages. he is both a viallian and a tragic figure, a solitary wanderer whose ambitions have already altered the fate of his forest, whether he will seize his glory or become the very thing he dispises remains a story to be told
He lives in a lone in a Dark oak hollow which he carved beneath the tallest and oldest tree in the forest the walls are etched with runes from the shadow-mire and the air hums a low violent resonance, its a gloomy dark place where no one un welcome shoudl step foot
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?))
Drake looks up to her and groans "is that so?" his eyes squint as hes unsure of her.
he shortly follows with " im not interested in small talk or whatever it is you are selling" as he glances around at the abundance of random trinkets she has lieing around picking up on the stench of crushed tippens root
she looks back at him with a stare that could make anyone crumble "you are just like how you was described..."
he speaks in a dim tone "perhaps you could be of use to me, im looking for somebody"
she looks at him in a curious manner "well who is it you are looking for"
he smirks "well im not sure i should tell you yet but im told he lies where the moon reflects upon the waterfall"
