DarthChini

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?))

Darthmont pauses for second, considering her request. He cleared his throat and began to speak.
"In the humble village of Eldergrove, nestled at the foot of the Crestwood Mountains, I was born into a family of artisans. My father, a blacksmith, forged iron and steel with unmatched skill, while my mother wove beautiful tapestries that told tales of our people. From a young age, I learned the value of hard work and creativity, understanding that craftsmanship was not just a trade but a way of life.
At the age of 15, I became an apprentice under the village's master stone mason, Old Man Rowan. For seventeen years, I dedicated myself to mastering the art of stone, learning about selection, carving techniques, and the beauty of creating stunning structures that would stand the test of time.
"But as I entered adulthood, my beloved Eldergrove faced dire economic challenges. Trade routes dwindled, and poor harvests left many of us struggling to make ends meet. It was during one such evening, while sharing a meal with friends, that I heard tales of a distant land known as Aevos. It was said to be a bustling hub of commerce where opportunities thrived, and my heart was ignited with hope." Darthmont whipes the sweat from his brow and gives a stressed face but a relieved sigh. "After many sleepless nights, I made the difficult decision to leave the only home I had ever known. The risks were great, but the promise of a brighter future for myself and my family called to me. On the day I departed, the villagers gathered to bid me farewell, bestowing upon me tools of my trade and tokens of their appreciation. Their well-wishes warmed my heart as I set out into the unknown." "My journey from far lands was fraught with challenges. I traversed treacherous mountain passes, dense forests, and bustling towns. Along the way, I learned to trade my stone carvings for supplies and honed my skills as a merchant. When I finally arrived in Númendil, I was awestruck by its grandeur and the well drawn maps of Aevos. "So, I began anew by making a plan to setup a small stall in the bustling marketplace, showcasing my unique stone carvings. It's my belief, my craftsmanship will catch the eye of local merchants and nobility, gradually earning me a reputation. Over time, I plan to forge connections with builders, architects, and fellow artisans, allowing my business to flourish. Hopefully one day, I will be able to introduce new designs from Aevos and techniques from Eldergrove, creating a fusion of styles that appealed to a more diverse clientele." "As I settle into my new life, I try to keep in mind that my journey is not merely about seeking wealth but about embracing change and forging a new identity. With each stone I carved and every deal I strike up, I carry a piece of Eldergrove with me, honoring my roots while building a prosperous future in Aevos."
Darthmont finished his tale, a sense of pride swelling within him. The old hag listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mix of wisdom and understanding, as he concluded, "And that, stranger, is my story."