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?))
*Solira looks around the tent, she saw nothing noteworthy. A table in the corner, a bed, candles. The scent of the rotted wood and wet moss unable to be filtered out by the suspending candles. Solira sits*
"The divine sent me, well..some would say"
*She pulls out a set of cards, the old hag might recognize them..they were tarot like, Symbols etched on each one. Solira flashes the deck briefly*
"I've come to learn the rest of my fate. The cards have brought me here. I've gone through hell to get here, I've killed any who dared stopped me. Leaving a trail of blood as a testament to the gods of my devotion. And now." *She paused* "I'm here"
*With the tarot deck showing, she draws a single card..it was the 8 of swords. 8 Swords surround a bound and tied woman*
"These swords don't protect me, they bind me. And you..you will free me"
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