Danjahb

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?))

You walk over to the offered seat and slump down into it, your prosthetic leg creaking as you do so. "Well boy, what tale have you?" she repeats, growing impatient. You lift your hand up and pull back the scarf that hides your neck and mouth. "Oh I see. My apologies," she says, wincing at the mangled knot of scars that cover your throat "take your time."

You get comfortable and pull a slate tablet and chalk from your satchel. Holding the slate in the hook that is your left hand you begin to write.

"I am searching for my past." erase "I need guidance".

She rolls her eyes. "I must know who you are and where you come from before I can help." the old crone chides.

erase "apologies, My name is Niefendil" erase "I was found on a derelict orc pirate ship" erase "an Elven vessel found me nearly dead" erase "brought me to Elvenessse" erase "they healed me and named me" erase "for I knew not who I was." 

"That explains your name but what of your arm and leg?"

"I was missing them when found" "once healed, to the dwarves I journeyed" "they took pity, gave me new ones." you lift your arm and wave with your hook. You begin writing again "Now I seek my past".

"That was quite the tale indeed, even if it was lacking in details." You shrug and hold up the stub of chalk. She smirks and raises a hand "I jest my mangled mystery." Rising from her chair she shuffles around the table she sat behind leaning on her cane for balance. The Hag stops before you, scrutinizing your ruined features. "mmmmm" she looks into your one good eye intently then shrugs. "I have no past for you." She turns to walk away. 

Frustrated scratching causes her to turn back and you shove your slate in her face, "NOTHING?!"

She moves the slate to the side and says "I have no knowledge of who you are but I do know what you are. You are an Adunian. Seek out your people and perhaps you will find your past."