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?))
"how did you.. well nevermind, i need your help" after a deep breath she nervously sits on the cushion "a merchant told me an old lady that lived here had some Ponderlot to sale, and i really need some now, life's been kinda rough lately"
Indeed, Magdalenia's peaceful life at her familly's farm got interrupted when some bandits came and captured her parents (probably to make them slaves) and burnt down the farm, magdalenia managed to run thanks to her big brother who got killed by the bandits while helping her run away, she wandered in the forest, gathering the few fruits that grows in the wild forests, until she found a merchant carravan, the kinds merchants helped her so she could recover from the trauma, Magdalenia tried a few of the merchant's Ponderlot she got visions of an old men eating a raven and becoming one afterwards, the vision kept coming for days and days, Magdalenia then wanted to understand thoose visions and started taking more and more ponderlot and eventually became addicted to it, after a few months of rest and living with the merchants, she settled her mind for revenge, every bandit she could lay an hand on will suffer way more than her.
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