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?))
"ahhh gosh darn you seared me so u wish to know my story do you so be it this is the story of a young dwarf aspiring for greatness" in far depths of the grate mountings a young dwarf hailing from the Irehearts clan, was raised amidst the resounding echoes of the Great Forge. his young beginnings were the start of a grate and dark blacksmith, he was forced to learn blacksmithing from his father the most legendary blacksmith the Irehearts have ever created, and at the age of 12 the person that cared for him the most his mother was struck down by his father, on that day on he swar he whold kill his father no matter what. This crafted the most dreaded blacksmith that walks the realm today "and that is my story up till this point."
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