Flamefish56

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?))

The silhouette stood by the flowing flaps of the tent as the storm raged beyond it's thin cloth walls, staring towards the old hag as she spoke. After a few moments of inspection he'd fully enter the tent "Bah. This is what you wanted ya ol' crone?" He snickered, plopping himself onto the cushions with a smirk; leaning forward to make uncomfortably close eye contact "ya sent yer' messengers all 'cross the land n' seas to find ME.. jus' so ya could ask 'bout my story?!" His laughter bellowed through the tent, thundering louder than even the skies outside- It took him several minutes to fully calm down and compose himself, with several stray chuckles escaping his pursed lips after this ol' fool requested something so... odd.

"Well, I ain't typically quick ta share mah story but I'll make an exception; givin' yer on ya last legs 'ere... It'd be cruel to deny a lady one last wish, eh?" He snickered, patting her shoulders roughly before leaning back upon the cushion. Squinting his eyes as he tried to remember a few key details to tell here to keep her sated.

"Let's start early on then.. I ain't got a damn clue where I'm from 'sides the high seas. I lived with the scum a' the world, as long as I can remember I was fathered by 'em. One thing led to another over the years n' I earned my place as my marauder lord's right hand, or my father if ya wanna call 'em that..." He paused, the look on his face shown clear distain for what came next "He... 'lost his touch' as the fool aged, feared payin' for his crimes 'cross the seas.. stopped takin' risks, stopped plunderin.. I couldn't let all die cause one old fool's scarlet legacy made him immortal, nah. That wasn't the way I roll..." He smirked; brandishing the confident facade throughout the story "Long story short I killed him, stole back MY rightful crew then continued on the sailor's siege for a couple more years. I carved my legacy into the farlands, well, 'fore shipwrecking 'ere unfortunately..." He sighed, combing his fingers back through his unruly hair.