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?))
"Uhhh, hallo you" I say and scratch my flee bitten scalp. "I dunno, I come from a long line of big warrior tribe, and I am the son of the brother of the high chieftain." I sit down on the floor of the tent and take of the leather bound sandals and start to rub my sore feet. "I have always wanted to be I great warrior like my father's brother, the chieftain, but my father is the tribes shaman and wanted me to tread his footsteps and take over from him, when he dies, but I do not want it. I want to be a warrior" I say and pound my chest.
"So as you must know, or not, to become a warrior I must kill another, no matter the race. So one morning after I walked out in anger from my endless mistakes in my shaman training with my father. I saw a unusually big goblin warrior sneaking around our camp." I grunt in embarrassment and rub my eyes with dirty fingers.
"In my, still boiling anger after being called a failure by my father, I attacked the stalky goblin. He put up a great fight huh huh" I smile in remembrance. "And after a glorious fight I managed to pin his knife hand in my armpit and take his head in my hands, and break his neck. And it was over."
" I was so proud, and stood over his corpse and made a big bellow. But then out of nowhere, a whole party of goblins and orcs surrounded me. I was beaten down by my own kin and goblins alike. I did not understand. After awhile the beating stopped and the chieftain walked to me, picked me up and punched me in the gut. He spat on me and growled in anger. It turned out the big goblin was a chieftain as well for the neighbouring goblin tribe, which our chieftain had just made peace with, so we could ally our races to fight together against those evil humans who hunt us down sometimes.
I hadn't heard about that, for all my time I had spent in my training with my father.
My father wanted me killed, for shaming him. I have never seen him so angry and furious. But the chieftain thought not. He branded me on the forehead" I take back my hood to reveal the traitors mark. " And then I was banished".
I sigh. " So now I have been walking for weeks, to where I do not know or for what purpose, but I will find out sooner or later.
....So, who are you, and for what did I just tell you my story? And by the way.....do you have any food?"
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