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?))
Example: Me Rok me like rocks and boulders. Me here to get all the rocks you have to add to me's collection
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
*A rival goblin pops up and challenges me to a fight I of course accept since an orc must defend themselves and are known for battle*
Roks Back Story
Rok Is an Orc known for being a nomad but is recently given up that lifestyle and has been brought in to a Orc clan. Rok prides himself on his honor and his camaraderie to other passing Orcs but has a hatred for humans due to them attacking a Orc clan he was a part of. Rok has a strange fascination with Rocks, He doesn't yet understand them due to his low intelligence but has a basic understanding that every rock has some unique properties. He learned that when you smash a piece of flint and a piece of steel together, it creates fire. He prides himself on collecting as many rocks as possible, even trying to gain a basic understanding of what they do. He's not the brightest Orc, but while doing his nomadic lifestyle has taught him a lot about his environment.
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