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... Cant remember?, I can remember being in the middle of what seemed to be... lava?, the uruk tried to remember the previous events, looking around at the dip lights for comfort, trying to locate his memories "there was a... fight?, fire and blood was everywhere, there were elf's and goblins, they seemed to be attacking... me?, fire was raining down from the sky then there it was... the light. then I woke up here" he let out a deep sigh of dread, wondering where his brothers were and what the hell has happened to him, looking down at his chest to see a scar from the battle. "What happened...?"
(explanation)
he got knocked out due to lack of blood from the scar wound that healed over the time of him being unconscious, the light was him being punched in the face, which was one of the initial causes of his lack of memory, the fire raining down from the skies was representing flame arrows that were shooting down on him to try better represent the idea of the fight.
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