You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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: Alexander replies to her. "I'm a poor orphan boy from a village down south it was recently attacked by a dragon and burnt down my parents died when I was younger the village Chief took me in the rest of the people in the village really didn't like me but he raised me but now that he's dead I got nothing left so that's my story"
"Oh, I just, uh…" he stutter, tensing up. He's eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, untill he hears a voice in the forest he walks closer to the forest and he looks into the forest and he sees that the dragon followed him he runs as fast as he can he runs for about an hour he stops and wonders what he's going to do next
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