ElMilanesa2009

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

"My story? well, is complicated I was living the best period of my life, in a ranch somewhat far from everything with a fantastic wife and daughter, after not finding meaning in my life living in big cities as a blacksmith" he would say with a tone of melancholy 

"until that night came that I will never leave. out of my head I saw the worst face of the people, among a group of 18 people, they burned my home to the ground and killed those I cared about in front of my eyes, the only thing I could see was that it was about of elves... so I just started wandering the world looking for a purpose in this life, something to fight for..." he remains silent for a few moments before speaking again

"but it is too difficult to continue moving forward after having lost everything and especially with the resentment that I still have towards the elves, I know that not all of them are bad but every time I meet one a very deep part of me wants to... kill them, I feel a very violent impulse but I want to resist it, after all mom didn't raise a murderer"