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?))
Example:
*He removes the hood of his raincoat* “How do you knowst of me witch?" he says. *she pauses* "I was informed by certain trustworthy sources that a goblin with eyes of gold and silver would be traveling through these parts, and I am no witch sir." *He reluctantly sit down* “That does not explain why you want to know about myself, and why you speakst to me with respect“ *she smiles* “I was under the impression that a fellow such as yourself would have many tales to tell this old listener“ *I wast a factotum, part of a mercenary group as part of my upbringing. Foughtst many battles I did, and conqueredst many foes for capitalists. Then, I wast betraydst by mine party and leftst to perish in the farlands. Twas only after much toil that I managedst to overcome and find greener pastures *as he ironically stares into the swampy mist*“ *seemingly satisfied by your tale, she relaxes her posture* "I haven't detected any untruth in your tale." *she says as a mystical energy envelopes the tent, and the earth rumbles, and the tent groans* "What have you donst!?" *He cried*. *a blinding flash of light grows until naught is visible*, *And after what seemed to be a moment, he found himself presently looking at a busy kingdom within an idyllic scenery* "I hope this is the place I've been searching for...'
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