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 nod in an almost polite gesture as I sit on the aformentioned cushion. "I am called Asmodai Grim. I am a servant of the Gods by serving kings. I am an honorable man who gives no mercy to those who wish to corrupt the mortal realms. I was raised alone in the woods of the Heartlands where I had to survive and commit horrible acts to stay alive, until I was taken in by the Kingdom of Haense. There I became much more. I became a warrior who delved into the darkness in order to destroy the heretics who reside there with the furosity and treachery that they themselves committed. There are men who pose as monsters, but I am a monster who poses as man. Unyielding. Unforgiving. Unrelenting. But I also learned the value of information."
I lean in towards the old hag, as the cold stare from the black holes of my adorned skull helm hide any true intentions. "Because what wins wars? What turns men into kings, and kings into Gods? Military might? Honor and valour? Gold and steel? These answers are expected from any war hardened veteran or the autocratic fools who pose as such. The real answer is secrets. Secrets turn the tide of war and can tear down the walls of a kingdom as if it were a thousand catapults. I serve the Gods and burn the heretics who deny them, but when it comes to serving kings, I offer them secrets. People are easy to sway to give up their information and use to your advantage. I can have people do my bidding and hide in plain sight in all the kingdoms of Almaris. My goal is to collect secrets and destroy any who deny the Gods and corrupt the mortal realm, because sometimes, in order to eliminate a monster, you must become something even worse. I am fear made manifest, I am the light of the Gods that must work in the darkness, I am the angel of death, and I have in fact, been expecting YOU."
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