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.”
He take a deep breath and try to compose myself before responding to the old hag. "I come seeking answers," he said, my voice steady and firm. "I've been traveling for weeks, searching for someone who can help me understand the visions that have been haunting me. I was told that you might be able to help me."
he paused for a moment, studying the old hag's face for any sign of recognition or understanding. "I don't know what these visions mean,"He continued, "but I feel like they're leading me somewhere. I need to know what they're trying to tell me."
He lean forward, His eyes locked on the old hag's. "Can you help me?" He asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can you help me make sense of these visions and find my way forward?"
Asmodais He from a family of merchants who were extremely wealthy in Almaris. But as time went on his father had shifted the family when he was young to Vienne. But as soon as he did the Acre Rebellion started and with it disaster struck in the family as his father was killed as a civilian casualty mistook as a soldier. With it, his mother would have to shift with barely any money left out of Vienne to a little hovel for the time being, till Asmodais was grown as off age. But as soon as he was about to set on his endeavors, the Mori invasion begun and with his began his travels before he stumbled upon a swampy, dim town.
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