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.”
Your character sat down and crossed his legs slaped his knees as he started his story
"I am Bamsı Akkaraman Son of the Kazan Akkaraman. Me and my family are from a tribe of Karamanoğulları. My father was a simple man. Served his tribe and Bey honerable, taked good care of my mother, me and my brothers until he died."
The old hag seems unimpressed yet respectfull. She seems to heard simular stories a million times. Bamsı give it to her age and contunied.
"I was the favorite warrior of my tribe and the least favorite of the tribes Bey. I shotdown birds and wrestled with wolfs. I also had my eyes on the Bey's daughter, Banu. Bey give me a quest that I will need to complate if I want his daughter. I agreed and stared my quest. I slayed fierce animals and many more. But the Bey did not wanted to give Banu to me. When I was gone he sent me a bird. Saying that he captured my Mother and brothers and he will kill them ıf I were to get close to my tribe again. He says he will let them live if I were to be never seen again."
Bamsı looked a little down but he quickly put his serious attitude back.
"And now I am at the kafirs(unbelievers) lands. Exiled. Still missing my mother my brothers and Banu too. But I am Bamsı Akkaraman. Wicked Bey may hold my famiy but not my soul. He wants his living world to become a torture to me. I will not let that, I will live freely and happy. My new life and my journey will be blessed by the Kashgaris."
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