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?))
I repond: "I am fleeing away from my homeland in the desert, where i was attacked by some orcs that wanted my head on a spike and i was only lucky to escape. My parents were wanted criminals and couldnt take care of me so i was left in a small village in the desert when i was around 13, it was a hard time trying to survive alone but i managed to join a small organisation in the town where i was provided with food and i learned how to fight. I am now 23 and i i now know my purpose and that is to DESTROY those orcs that murdered my friends in the desert. The orcs swept through the village and we tried to resist but we were outnumbered and after some fighting i decided to flee because i saw that all hope was lost. Anyway, right now i am a wanderer trying to find a place to settle down and start a new life of conquest and exploration. Becuase Ibn Abdoul Aziz shall become a great warrior in a new village that will prospher under his protection.
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