ClaneFaith

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: "uh, I'd rather not get into that it's a really long story" I sigh out, The old hag looks at me with a warm gaze "well I have alot of time to listen". "oh, well I guess it all started when I was very young, I was alone most of the time and I didn't really leave the house" I started. The hag signed me to go on, except for 1 time "My parents told me that they had to do some business and that I should go outside for a bit." I took a sip of water from my hipflask. "About 2 hours later I came back to the house, what I found there shocked me, my parents were lying on the floor in their own blood, dead." I didnt really want to continue anymore but for some reason I felt that I owed the lady this in some way. "the only thing left behind was an axe my father had been making and a cross" My throat was feeling very dry now but I didnt really want to drink. "after that I swore to myself that I would get revenge and never trust anything the church says ever again."