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.”
inhales''since u asked''takes a deeeeeeeeeeep breath and starts talking with an elevated tone“I grew up on the battlefield, where strength was the only law.'' Kaelthor stomps on the grownd and starts agressivly flexxing his biceps and massive quads ''My clan fell, my parents died in front of me...''he falls onto his knees and starts uncontrollably sobbing and wiping his nose on the old hag's skirt ''..I was left with nothing but scars and memories.''karate kicks in the air and stands up on some monk type shi''I’ve fought many battles, but not all wars are won with might.''clenches his hand infront of his face and look up slightly '' Now, I’ve ended up in this quiet town, looking for a place to rest... for a while.”exhales so hard that the old hag falls off the chair and breaks her collarbone
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