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[Hide] (580.3KB, 2020x1800+0+0) Your name is Janden Rootwell. Those close to you tend to call you Jan. You never knew your blood relatives, but you were raised by a humble woodworker, whom you get your last name from. Your adoptive father, Kennick Rootwell, seems to know little about your blood family, other than stating that your birth mother was an outsider to your hometown and left after leaving you with him. He says that he was simply in the right place at the right time, and the two had no real connection. You've pestered him throughout your youth about the past but the story is still the same.
You grew up learning the woodworking trade, but it quickly became less dazzling under the threat of monster attacks. Strange hybrid and undead creatures began to wander about the nearby wilderness, so you joined a local posse of exterminators. You have found that you have a talent for hunting these creatures thanks to your athleticism and the stamina gained from long hours in Father's shop.
You have one hidden talent, and that is to innately detect and feel magic. The creatures reek of a dark and festering power. Your flesh has begun to ache, urging you to end more and more of them. You can smell, or even taste magical energy. A wandering wizard was piqued by your constant awareness of him, and after some time you told him about your gift. After some tests, he confirmed that you do not have the ability to cast spells, and that your magical sensitivity puzzles him. Nevertheless, he eventually left town, disappointed to not gain a worthy apprentice.
Most of the exterminators have moved on to more illustrious callings. Some went to the castle-towns and cities to become knights and trained guards. Others became good enough to be hired as mercenaries. You however have been content with your exterminating. The mystery of the source of the creatures still remain.
The day begins, and you wake from your bed. You're up early as usual, before daybreak. Father is already awake, and preparing his tools for another day of work. You gather your things for the day, including your weapons, rations, and other travelling gear. Your first instinct is to immediately head out to the fields or forests outside of town, where most of the creatures seem to come from and have been spotted. But, there are some other things that could use your attention.
>Check in with Father, he might have some errands you could help with.
>Head over to the tavern, there's a poster board there that people post notices on.
> Head straight to the wilderness.