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?))
Azrael smiled as he took the offered cushion and breathed in before saying, my name is Azrael Mavon, and of course I will share my story...
Azrael Mavon lived in a small town on the outskirts of the Holy Empire of Man and always felt constrained by his simple village, He yearned for more. Azrael always reading whatever he could get his hands on and exploring the woods and discovering what the lands hold when he was younger. Once Azrael turned 19, he left his home to become a wonderer, traveling across The Empire and earned money to live by doing odd jobs like monster hunting and ruin excavation as Azrael enjoyed it as it let him experience and learn what he always sought after.
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