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?))
"Fascinating...". He pushed myself towards cushion, to glance towards an old crone, before this moment he responded with. "Who might you be?". Until the polluted air deepens within his pores something occurs.
Vargram responded to the crone, "I originated from the village of Bree, Nestled between the shire and the ancient kingdom of Arnor. My exceptional Father, who known as a ranger from the North, Spoke of tales and great deeds created by his ancestors from protecting the free peoples of Middle-Earth. I heard of occasional tales of valour and sacrifice from my ages of youth, Instilling a great sense of duty and honour within my personal hierarchy."
"While during my times of youth, I was trained under the protection of my Father and other rangers training my body and soul from the arts of survival, tracking, and different combat scenarios. Improving those skills with sword and bow, and I learned the navigation tactics within the wilds with ease."
Vargram gestured with his hands into an open palm, and began to demonstrate the strategies while into a fluid pattern. While observing his techniques to the old crone closing his hands into a cup formation this representing the different scenarios where he faced many hardships, but persevere towards protecting those who held close.
Vargram begun to clench his hands together, holding a barren where he wasn't fully prepared to explain. While he glanced towards the illuminated candles watching with a subtle glint inside his eye. The heat from the candles comforted him and allowed me to explain the forbidden burden which he hold a great shame against.
"My Mother passed away when I was a child, providing the deep burden of loss and desire. This tragedy fuelled me with great determination, despite my skills and dedication. With this burden of loss and tragedy, the weight of my responsibilities caused a great fear to dwell inside for those people who relied on me."
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