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?))
"Ealhstan while still surprised at this encounter holsters his sword back onto his belt and begins slowly walking towards the old hag with confusion in his eyes. He sighs and begins to mutter “I’m still trying to figure out myself what has led me here, I grew up in a small town very far away where I lived with my mother, father and older brother” The hag nods her head again and in a slow croaky voice asks “So ealhstan, what did you get up to while growing up in this city” Eahlstan exclaims “I spent my younger years working on the family farm from a day-to-day basis until i grew to an age where i wanted to follow my fathers footsteps and become a blacksmith which he was please about. I started working as my father’s apprentice which i loved as i felt as i had found my true calling. It started off small doing general work around the workshop and learning before he was confident in my knowledge enough to let me begin blacksmithing. Started off from creating horseshoes until i forged my first ever longsword. It was a work of art and i had earned my father’s respect. I continued for another 4-5 years creating weapons until one day everything changed.” The hag continued to listen and was curious about how ealhstans story had ended and was eager to hear more. She then asked “Tell me ealhstan, how did everything change? What happened to you?” Ealhstan sighed once again and was hesitant to say but eventually got the words out. “I was involved in a freak accident and i had accidently stabbed my father with one of my pieces as i was about to quench it. It had looked like a murder and had nobody present as an eye witness and the entire city wanted to see me hung or in the pillory for my sin. I didn't know what to do so I just packed up some of my belongings which includes a loaf of bread and a flask of whatever alcohol my father had stashed away. I walked and walked and walked until I thought i was going to drop dead. That was until I had found this place. i have felt nothing but grief, uit and sorrow ever since the incident as i miss my dad more than anything but as soon as I set eyes on this place i felt a feeling of hope in my heart. Maybe this could be a new beginning for me".
The hag began smiling and laughing at this information and the look in eahlstans eyes transformed into a rage and anger. He then reached for his sword and raised it above his head like he was about to strike the hag down to her knees. She then exclaims” I wouldn’t do that if I were you . I would suggest you continue on your journey to the north and you may find what you seek”. Warwick calmed down and holstered his sword and began walking back slowly towards the tents entrance. “Nobody acts that way towards my father’s demise, you should count yourself lucky”. The hag responds with “No… you should in fact count yourself lucky. Now be on your way”. In another state of confusion Warwick says to himself “Who is this lady and what does she want with me?” And begins trudging through the swamp and disappears into the treeline.
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