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?))
Aermod was a young man, one brimming with hubris, yet beneath that prideful exterior, laid a deep compassion for others, particularly his brothers and family. His pride often was his greatest hurdle, but at times, it also became his strongest ally. "You know me, Hag! I feel… flattered!" he would say mockingly, as if he considered the hag inferior. He drew his lantern closer to her face as he continued to speak, "But flattery rarely leads anyone to success, wouldn’t you agree?" He glared at the hag in front of him, for he would always feel that surge of anger whenever strangers uttered his name. He felt threatened, leading him to slowly unsheathe his blade, for he knew not the intentions of this hag.
But as Aermod continued to draw his blade, he suddenly paused and let out a deep sigh as if he were collecting his thoughts. He then spoke, “My name is Aermod Kingsley,” his tone took on a more serious note. “I come from a long line of warriors, men with sharp blades which were capable of cutting down any foe.” He settled into a more relaxed position as he sat across the hag and continued, “Unfortunately, they… seldom used their great skills, and allowed it to go to waste... our name was thus forgotten. As you can imagine, my siblings and I despised that, which is why we decided to leave that life. First, my oldest brother, then the next, and then, me.” He slowly lifted his gaze back to the hag, tearing a sigil from his cloak and throwing it at her feet. It was a decorated charm resembling a flying beast. "What remains of House Kingsley is now just a small group of mercenary brothers striving to reestablish our name..." He shot another fierce look at the hag, “And that’s my tale, hag. You’d do well to remember it.”
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