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?))
Example: "My story.." my eyes focus as my head droops down, noticing the various bugs and rotting wood beneath my feet "My story means nothing. I was born to nothing, raised in nothing, and live in nothing. I simply take the life given to me." Crossing my arms and meeting the crones gaze, steadfast and sitting upright my face dons a seriousness "My story is whatever I make it, I wish to travel these lands, meet new races, slay those who stand in my path, I wish to create a new life for my village, to bring them from the depths of the eternal heat that has plagued us since the sun blessed these lands with its rays in a new land."
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