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?))
*Jadelynn carefully sat down, she looked so very tired like she was running before. Sadly she could not speak as she was a mute, she pray in her mind the person would understand sign language, her hands slowly lifted as she started to make these signs -When I was born my mother and father could not believe that I didn't make any noise. They thought I was cursed and decided to mistreat me badly. They were commoners so no one really cared about how they lived, I was kept inside the house all the time, never allowed out, I was given a small room and only allowed to see the outdoor world through a tiny window. I used to pretend how someone would come to rescue me, my parents forced themselves to learn how to communicate with me, I understood them when they spoke but I was told I had to write my responses. Later my Father decided to leave he said the curse was to much for him to bare.- *She rested a while, this all took so much out of her after a few moments she started again - As they years went by my mother started to grow tired of me and forced me to marry someone, the marriage was a terrible experience he too mistreated me, locking me in a room all to myself. Like my parents he grew tired of me and got a divorce, and let me leave. And so I am here in hopes for my new story to begin-*
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