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:
*Strognur sits down on a mossy stone*
"I come from a small village were my father was a swordsmith and my mother a nun, their love was forbidden by the church so they had to run away"
"My name Strognur was a name given to me by my father, he wanted to bless his only son a strong name"
"Religion has always been part of my family aswell as sword training"
"After leaving home at 16 i did some oddjobs around other villages with my fathers beloved sword by my side"
"3 years later my father died of old age and and few years after that my mother died from sickness that couldnt be cured"
"But now i just want to settle down and open my own tavern, to meet all kinds of adventures and hear their stories"
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