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?)
My name is Leonardo Cabrebra. I come from a quiet coastal village where the fog never truly lifts and the sea always whispers secrets. Ever since I was a child, I preferred books over people, riddles over conversations. I was always curious—about magic, nature, old legends... but I was never brave. Loud noises make me jump, dark corridors make me sweat, and unexpected touches? I practically climb the walls. They used to call me “the scholar cat.” I hated how true it was.
Still, I always tried to be kind. If someone was hurt, I’d help. If something was broken, I’d fix it—quietly, without anyone noticing. I never wanted attention, just... to make things better.
But then I had this dream. It felt too real. I saw a town sinking in swamp water, a woman waiting in a tent lit by floating candles... and a voice calling out to me, saying, “You’re needed.” I tried to ignore it at first. But the dream came back. Every night. Stronger. Louder.
So I packed what little I had—some books, some herbs, and a charm for courage—and I followed the dream. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here… but I think someone—or something—is waiting.
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