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?))
"I wandered through the woods since I was old enough to remember, I don't remember much else but who I am." Aurelia appeared deep in thought trying to remember anything but- "nothing, just as I expected." her mind raced with the word Remember Remember Remember but all that bubbled were tears in her eyes "I should leave, thank you for your hospitality." she said as she pushed her way out of the town. the most of her past that she remembers is shadows of her family, mainly male and female figures people she might have known. she stumbled in her mind trying to remember anything she could but it would not work. she trecked through the woods remembering a small village, parents and a sibling maybe ? she could remember living calmly until she chose to wander and was taken out by a bird and lost her memory temporarily.
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