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.”
"What do you know oracle?" Athetis questions, while taking a seat maintaining a relaxed pose despite being confronted by a mysterious stranger. After a pause Athetis speaks "You will learn soon enough that not all can be foreseen, I have traveled a great distance to this wretched land to spread my dominion. I come from the breeding ground of the best warriors in the world, but we have been cursed with isolation. I am the only one of my peoples to break this curse and travel beyond our realm. Ever since I intially left all those years ago my drive is to strike fear and show the world that a more eminent front exists. I have fought many incursions with elite soldiers tasked with killing me, most of them outnumbered me 10-1 but the outcome was always the same."
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