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: it all started when i was 7 me mom and dad where in our home until some orks broke in and started destroying everything i ever loved then they took my dad outside and-
"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…(hears yelling outside) we both freeze she looks at me with terrified eyes the same look my mom gave me when she told me to hide you need to go now! she said we go to her room her and me moves shelf go now she said there is int much time! (yelling gets louder) ill hold them off! run now! we look at each other one last time then she moves back the shelf after a couple feet i hear a woman's scream the i see them light the house on fire i keep running and never look back.
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