Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
"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… My Character break the silence "It was a normal day, I stand up make myselve ready for the day, get out and go to the village market. I see my friend and talk to her about girl thinks, suddenly we hear a scream and then more and more. I knew we where in danger, but i couldn't move until my friend Lina gabt my arm and run with me way. We run for our lives. Our village was attaked, I didn't saw by who but it was clear they where dangerous.We came across my house and i said "stop wait a minute we need something if we want to survive on our own" so i run with her in my house and grabed some food and some dinks. We run out and got attaked i wasn't hurt but Lina wasn't as lucky as i was and got deady injured she screamd at me that i should run I stared at her. I saw the live flashing before her eyes and i turned around an run away. I was all alone until i came across this village and met you."
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