Elanjar

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?)) Ah, well there isn't much to it, just a high elf trying to make his way in the world. At most, I'd just like a peaceful life, I was tired of the normal elf life, I mean, If I live so long, Might as well make the most out of it right? I honestly find it extremely boring to live so long and do nothing interesting. I come from the elven nation, Celia'nor. You've heard of it yes? A beautiful place it is, although I find nature even more beautiful. My story is a short one, more will be added to it as my journey continues, I've got a long road ahead.

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?)) Example: I stand tall and reply softly "There isn't much to it, just an aspiring mage, getting stronger, and very wealthy, my family needs it of course. As I come from a small elven village, East of here. We don't have many resources for our own, it was time one of us set out, and I was chosen." "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…