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?))
the cold dark tent makes stan feel uneasy hesitantly, Stan goes to take a seat before seeing the stains on the pillow underneath him, was it blood? vomit? "I'd prefer to stand" he exclaims. "my name is Stan, I come seeking land with my brother Flynn (mightbecow on discord), we both came from the Kingdom of Balian but where pushed out after the Novellen Civil War. We seek land to build and grow our fields. all we wanted was peace but we are constantly surrounded with war, After our parents death me and my brother couldn't be closer." whilst fidgeting you can see Stams hands start to get clammy as the mention of his parents death makes him uneasy, "we are but humble farmers just looking for rich soil to place our seed." Stan twirls his moustache whilst letting out a large sigh. "my brother Flynn may not be a workaholic like me, but he's the smartest gosh darn farmer I've ever seen! we couldn't get his nose out of those books" a small grin appears on stans face"he's the brains and I'm the brawn, we've always got each-others backs."
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