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.”
"I come from far far away, where my clan used to live until, one day, another clan besieged us and forced us to leave. Many of our brothers were slaughtered during these raids... I am one of the few survivors. I have already seeked for revenge thanks to Kazin'Kul clan, which, from now on, I will follow as my new family."
Says the orc without hesitation.
"Many explorers like you have entered this land, but I have never seen so much power coming from an entity. You must be special somehow, go find what you need in this new world. But be careful, danger is always waiting behind the corner."
Says the hag.
- The orc leaves the area and begins his adventure, looking for new fights and glorious friends.
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