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 am searching for spirits, and word has it to go to you for information" Yazgash is one to go straight to the point. Spending last 2 years travelling around trying to find spirits to get an answer on her mother's death.
"Everyone is expecting information from me, but just from your face I can tell you are special"
"Just because I am ashed. (ooc: term for albino just made up) it only takes an eye to see that"
"I don't mean your skin or even your scar, I just feel you the aura, the texture in the air...so who are you looking for?"
"It is Ghorza. You know of where they are?" Yazgash went to side for her waterskin now feeling more comfortable.
"Maybe it is best we look at you first before getting in the details of Ghorza," the hag leaned forward move a stick on the fire, sparks whistling through the two of them. Then continued, "your parents maybe?"
Yazgash started to feel uncomfortable at the thought of her parents, she never really had them. Then she did think about her guardian Knorgh. After another second, realized she had been thinking too hard and shakes her head, " I am Yazgash, I have no parents but a guardian Knorgh. I have been travelling to find different spirits. To see which ones cursed my mother..."
Again Yazgash does not waste time with fancy words, has talk to many old hags, shamans, bartenders in the last 2 years. Yazgash continues, "as you can tell I am Ashed, my mother was cursed by a spirit. I don't know why but I want to find the spirit and....."
"Get revenge" the Hag stared in Yazgash's eye trying to find an answer. Suddenly looked away like they got it. But Yazgash does not even know herself.
" I don't know.... Maybe even a description of what she looked like, how she sounded, even her personality..." Yazgash can see the hag get up and busy herself with chest full of belongings. Yazgash couldn't see exactly as the hag's body was inbetween as well as the fire.
"Do you have dreams of when you do meet them" she is still moving and touching, like putting something together.
"All the time, always different. Frustration and mood changes what I do or the outcome"
"And how do you know they won't lie to you?"
"I don't, however, I am sure I will be able to feel it. Like you said the texture of the air"
"Yes. Here." The Hag give Yazgash a stick but it had holes in it.
"What is this?" Yazgash trying it around in her hands.
"A Fadno, it will help you. That is all I can say"
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