Be an Elf

From Create Your Own Story

You don't remember much about your early life. You only remember being a young little child wandering the woods. At least until you found the Guild's hideout. Impressed by your observance, (The trapdoor was underneath a mossy log so nodbody would ever find them.) their leader, Ankaros, let you in under one condition: You devote your life to them. You obeyed readily, if that meant that you could get out of the rain for the night.

Now, you're a young adult, and are proving to be a fine young assassin. You've made a few friends along your way among the Guild. Most treat you like you're another one of them, those are the ones you can tolerate. The others, the intolerable ones, treat you like the useless whelp you once were. You may still be training for the status of being allowed to go out and do jobs, but you still know what it takes to kill. You yawn, and stretch out in your bed, but then as your eyes are fully open, you catch sight of a pretty blond in front of you. She smiles, and then pulls off your blankets, and you scramble to cover your... Parts. "The hell was that for?" You swear, as you're still scrambling to cover your naked body.

She grins down at you and then looks into your shelf. She grabs a folded pile of clothes and tosses them on your lap. "It's way past dawn. Get your clothes on and meet Ankaros in the leader's quarters.

You sigh as she leaves the room, and sit up. You brush your hair back with your hand and put on your clothes. What would Ankaros want with you?

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