Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Example:
*The orc grunts, his heavy boots squelching in the muck as he lowers himself onto the cushion. The fabric groans beneath his weight. He doesn’t trust the hag. *
"My name is Zlad."
His voice is deep and gravelly, like stones grinding in his throat.
"Born under blood skies, raised by warbands. I’ve crushed skulls for chieftains, split mountains for coin. But dreams... dreams been hauntin’ me lately. Flames, chains, a voice calling my name."
*He leans forward, one tusk chipped and glinting in the candlelight.*
"So I followed the rot and the stench here. I don’t know what waits in this swamp... but if you truly been expecting me, then speak.
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