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 really didn't believe I was going to have to keep a secret from an old crone whether she fell for it was what mattered couldn't believe it here I was speaking to al old crone about my story maybe I am starting to lose it I thought to myself. Finally, I started to stutter and soon that stutter became a whisper until I was finally speaking to the old crone "When I was only ten years old, I lost my father in the great Three months war of Urguan. After a couple of years, I soon joined the army of Curonia once I was discharged at 20. Here I am now" Thats what I said to the old crone, although I was perhaps leaving out on of the most important parts of my story in which I was discharged for thievery and such. She seemed to notice my nerves as she called out if I was ok?
"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…
An explosion startled both of us I ran outside to witness fires and explosions that were being released by raiders who seeked to ravage and loot this dingy town. I do not know why but I decided to help stop these raiders, but I was soon knocked unconscious by an incoming explosion. When I awoke, the village was burnt to the ground and there were many deaths. I swore to avenge the deaths of all those who had died and never forget this. As I was the last survivor of this massacre. In the passing years it seemed to harden me and make me sadistic but as well as considerate and generous.
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