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: I stare nervously, wondering why this woman has been expecting me. I am not someone of culture who is known around, so this is a surprise for me. "First, What is your name?"
If she responds with a name: "Well, I am Xen/Seraph. You can call me either. I enjoy being called both names."
If she still wants to know my story: "My story is a long one that includes the feelings of sadness and endearment. I am from a small town called 'Vomia'. Here, I grew up. I never really had a father who loved me. He was very angry all the time and he never really seemed to enjoy being around me unless he was gaining something." They continue. "My mother on the other hand, she was very sweet and kind. She taught me about my current lifestyle. She always taught me to be kind to those who are hurt in any way, even if they tend to be angry or upset at me. She is my heart and soul. I have a husband, he will be unnamed. We have a very happy and healthy relationship. He has been there for me through the rough and the smooth. He is perfect. I love him with all of my heart and I hope to grow old with him. When I was younger, I had dealt with a severe depression and I have major anxiety. I am not the strongest being ever. I in fact, am very weak. I am not the best with fighting, but I am not the worst. I enjoy being around animals. They are my pride and joy and I love taking care of them and talking to them when I am alone. Thank you for allowing me to share my story, I'm not used to sharing things with people."
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