vMercer

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.”
 

Before he sat down on the pad Perseus allowed himself to breathe in the scent of stale moss and candlewax, and, taking a moment to survey the interior of the tent. He sat up straight with his back to the elderly woman and looked directly at her with an unwavering blue look with his hands pressed on his knees. He was not a jittery guy, he was a man who had already seen the worst that the world had to offer.

" Dumb names though they might be or rather labels, you may call me Perseus" he said, and his voice was deep and smooth." It began its native way in the far North-East, one that was painfully buried by the world. It did not wield power in our hands, but rather it was we who were being hunted by the power. The weapons of the black magic were focused on my folks, so my family was burnt at the stake, and all our history was eliminated off the maps. We may well be forgotten by the history books, but not by me. "

The flickering candlelight brought out the slight scar on his cheek, and he leaned forward somewhat." My boyhood was spent in the dust and the ashes of a long journey running away to the shadows that ruined my home. It was very challenging but my father Banes was the one who made me carry on. He was a man of passionate mind and was aware that to survive a man has to be helpful and not some dark lord. He taught me that, though we may be deprived of our lands and titles, yet we still had the noble blood of fighting-men. "

He scowled and leaned more closely. " I am going to take that blood and go out to hunt and kill them who practiced those dark arts and broke my legacy. My revenge on my family will come slowly, but I realize that it must be done in small steps, step by step, until the debt is settled. The fingers of a physician I must repair the shattered; still, the soul of a fighter protects whatever is left of my name. "
He scrutinized the dirty tent, and his face could not be read. " I even grew up scavenging in the ruins in search of the wisdom the fires had not taken care of. I do not have many friends and I would actually like it. Since there are secrets worth discovering even in a rotten marsh like this, and I possess the thoughts to venture forth in search of them, I came to this town. "

Perseus rose, he dwarfed the light awhile with his tall figure. He rearranged his shirt and made a brief nod. " I've said enough. There's work to be done. I hope you are lucky and I hope you wish me to be the same as well. maybe. I bid you farewell. " He turned and without any further words, he got out of the tent into the wet air of the swamp.