ToelaPax

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?))

He sighs whilst taking a seat infront of the woman. "My past is hard to put into words." He's look at the flickering candles surrounding them. "I had a loving family, they were kind and caring." His eyes would soften when speaking about them. "My father... He owned a business in selling farm animals. Most of which were bulls and cows. That's where i got this gift from. The horns of his first bull, which he kept until it died. Keeping the horns after it's passing." He closes his eyes in rememberance. "But happy families never last in this world. Mortal humans butchered them like animals." He'd say, changing his expression to a more serious tone. "I was spared during the slaughter. I do not even know why, i must've gotten lucky they grew tired." He continues with a darkened look in his eyes. "Because of this, i will make ALL humans pay for what they've done..."
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"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…