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... do not know myself.” Rasputin laughably replied “Ha.. Ha...All I can remember is my journey here. I remember bits of my fleeing past, a blazing fire and the people that called me villain for how I look.” Rasputin looks at his metal gloves with what sounds of tears falling. “My parents through me out at 13 I believe… or was it 14. I am still not getting a clear picture. I remember my dad was a knight for the village and my mom was doing a farming job or something.” Pausing Rasputin closes his hands and looks up. “After I was old enough I got this armor. This protected my physical from the torment.Later, when going to fish I felt free for once and sailed out to the vast sea.” Rasputin looks out of the tent then looks back, “When out at sea, my ship hit something and everything went dark. When I woke up I started to search for a chance to survive.” Rasputin looks at the lady with a confused but serious face, “When I found this place I came here for answers of where I am.”
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