iLove_Blondes

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 burly figure bows his head down solemnly, a gesture contradicting his disheveled appearance. Removing his dusty ol' apron, painted in dried blood and soot, he sits on the cushion in question. His back remained straight, almost tensed up, all the way throughout the conversation. One of his hands reaches out to remove his crow-shaped mask just for a brief moment, enough for an audible chuckle. "This face, ja?.. It's seen better days!" Hundreds, if not thousands of tiny paper cuts and burn marks taint this traveler's face. Where his left eye was supposed to be, there's now an amalgam of wrinkled skin and almost rotten flesh. His nose resembles a pig's snout rather than a human's and his lips are dried up. He lowers his mask, sheathing his grotesque appearance and confining it back in the past. "My whole life, I sacrificed it for the betterment of mankind. I renounced my childhood, my own desires ... the love of my life ... to lead humanity towards PERFECTION. A realm where no man shall fear death, as its existence had been abolished?.. What more could a man of science dream of accomplishing?.. I've sacrificed the lives of so many patients in my pursuit, that could otherwise be saved. Oh, I have committed crimes.. atrocities that no god could ever forgive, and none have brought me any closer to achievements." He let his head fall into his hands, as if silently praying. Suddenly, however, he came back to his senses with a strange and ominous vigor. "But now... now I see!.. The ONE thing that's stopped me all these years to progress.. was MYSELF. My own ignorance. Had I ONLY ventured past the borders of my confined town... had I only mustered the courage to travel beyond known roads.. and find out sooner about the existence of these mythical beings. Elves that may live up to HUNDRED years?.. Greenskinned beasts, so powerful that they'd split a man in half?" The man rose up from his seat, bearing a rather sinister aura. "What brings me to this town, you ask?" The curved beak of his mask stood inches away from the hag's face, as he silently uttered: "Just pleasure."