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?))
Example: A tear falls down my face as i say, "I and my sister where both out hunting deer and elk as we heard screams come from are village afar (idk what its called) we hurry back with our 2 bows and stone daggers as we see our home engulfed with flames and orcs outside it my sister screams and attacks the orcs telling me to run i didnt listen we thought valiantly until i hear a cry i turn to my side and my sister was stabbed in the chest she tells me to run i listen this time and now i end up here" and i slump my head into my arms
"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…
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