solduring

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 walk over and sit down on the cushion, "I'm not sure what brought me here, but I do know you might have the answer." "I come from a small village in the mountains east of this town, where I grew from a young age sheltered by a loving family, all this changed after my people were raided by a barbarian troop. Our men slaughtered, our women taken, and the children kidnapped and brainwashed for war." My cheeks turn red and my forehead begins to perspire, "We were trained and mutilated for battle, I killed and ravaged until one day a woman that had my sword pressed against her neck casted what seem to be a magical spell that through my into a frenzy of rage and torment." I shift in my seat "It was only then that I slaughtered my entire regime of barbarians and escaped into the woods." "For years I fought alone in the forest surviving until one day I gained all my previous memories back and announced war on all sins and evil foes of this world" I stand up and admire the candles as they float. "With my sword in my hand I will not stop, my journey started months ago, but recently a sharp pain in my head has told me to wander toward this swamp where I stand before you, so what do you want."