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:
Wylein Turns and scans the surrounding area and inhales the inscense. He turns his head back to the old woman.
"Well, Firstly... my name is Wylein Stuart Alpyne. I'm the second son of Wylock Alpyne, our ancestors where lesser nobles, landed Knights of The Cragg Moot Keep of the Wester Boglands. The man who found or name was a lumberman by the name of Lylan. He worked the lumber of the once fertile lands known once as the Alpyne Woods. One day he had been working, as he was about to fell is final tree of the day a young lording apeared, riding past at a great speed but his horse had tripped over the logs Lylan had felled earlier. The lord was being persued by a band of orcs on horseback. Seeing this Lylan pushed the the tree he had been cutting, toward the path crushing two of the Orcish riders, The final Orc reered his stead behind his companions, he turns his horse and charged toward lylan. He raised his old and rusted lumber axe and with a foul swoop he snapped the horses leg bringing down the orcish raider. Lylan then put The Orcs to a swift end. For this the lord Knighted Lylan, naming him Sir Lylan of the Alpyne and granted him the lands of the Alpyne Woods where he and his ancestors would Stand as the lands protector atop the Cragg Moot Rock. Yet only 93 years later, all the trees had been felled and the surrounding marshland had swept over the once abundent forrestry. With no Trees to Fell and the the surrounding hamlets emptied there we where unable to pay our taxes or provide swords to our sworn lord. My family where judged to be unfit to protect the lands and had our titles and much of the surrounding land revoked, yet we may keep the cragg moot as no one wanted to claim a sinking, broken tower. As generations passed the little land left once held by my family had grown even more inhospitable. No crops have grown and our once tall tower keep had sunken ever further into the mud, year after year. It only 3 years ago orcish raiding parties had all but lain waste to my familys seat, claiming it their new home. My father died of a chill some 5 years before the our seat was taken. As for my older brother The Self styled "Sea Captain" Aulbur Alpyne, He had taken to Sea after theiving what family heirlooms he could and leaving our seat undefended. He now captains a shipped he calls "the Black lips" and has disgraced himself as a pirate. He had offered me a place at his side with a ship of my own but... I have no want to theive and pillage the southern coast. I have no land to claim, I only wish to seek vengence for my younger brother Jesha. After my Aulbur had fled my younger brother Jesha gave chase but never returned from the woods... he hasn't been seen again. One day... I will purchase myself a Galley and it will be from my own toil, not from that of which is taken unjustly. *Wylein slams his fist in rage*
*The old lady wakes up startled*
"ooh! ehr.. you where saying about the crops and...?"
*Wyleins stares at the floor*
"never mind."
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