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: I, Ramwold von Bardenwig, was born in Johannesport to a branch family of the house of von Bardenwig. My mother, Jutte von Bardenwig, had a son named Robert out of wedlock, and my father, Lutolf, was especially cruel to my older brother. We were always overshadowed by our cousin's success in Sedan, where Helwig had married into nobility and combined our lineage with the von Alstreim house of old Oren. The move from Sedan to Aaun was difficult for us, as our fathers knew about the land and its people, but we from our generation knew nothing about Old Oren and its customs. Tragically, my father was killed by a stray arrow during a hunting trip, and we never found the assailant. We had to move on and eventually ended up in Velen, where we were put to work clearing and setting up the main branch's holding in the untamed wilderness. While spending time in Minitz, I was able to somewhat come to terms with my father's death, although the pain never fully went away. Despite the challenges we faced, I remained determined to make a name for myself and prove that I was more than just a member of a branch family overshadowed by our cousin's success.
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