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?))
''I am looking for a place where I can rest. I am on the road looking for the most beautiful places this world has to offer. I would like to both see the beauty and destruction. What time and era shall emerge and who shall sit on the throne ruling above else. I would like to witness this all and see what kind of endings it brings.''
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