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?))
he sits on the cushion, after scanning the hag for 2 seconds he says "i was born in a wild evironment, my mom died when i was four, she was killed by an enemy faction, i was mostly raised by my father, he taught me to haunt, to fight, and to survive without depending on others, he knew what was about to happen... he died when i was 14 killed by the law, before he died he told me that this was the moment to put into practice everything he taught me, and that i had to run away from there, and so i did. i always lived hiding by the local law and the other factions, until i understood that this wasn't life, that i had to be the danger. my goal is to be the most powerful man in the world, the most feared, i'm not permitting others to stomp me anymore, this place..." he gets up and with his arms up says "this is where i'll rise my kingdom!"
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