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 Elf Man sits next to the old hag*
*after the he takes he scarf down he starts to speak*
“Ah ya know just wondering and finding a meaning in life"
*the old hag becomes interested*
"ooww? and what would that be exacly?"
* The elf man takes a dring from hes water flask and continues*
"back when I was a small elf boy by the name of Maxwell my long dead father would speak of how he once served a great King!"
"oh my"
*the old hag surprises*
"until he died for him when I was 14. every since then I have trained in the art of Archery so I could serve a great person one day do! and make my father proud, and I have been searching for that to where I could pledge my loyalty"
*the old hag takes all of the info that the interesting elf give him and starts to ask*
"have you found this "person" all ready?"
*the Elf man shakes hes head*
"no I have not but I have heard rumors of a faction not far from here who seem to be fighting for the good!"
"if I join them and make a name for my self then maybe I can learn of who that "person" could be."
*the old hag smiles and says*
"well go then, your adventure awaits o young one"
Maxwell takes hes bow and starts making hes way out of the swamp making hes way to hes futere
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