CrazyMyBeat

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?))

He'd sit down, making himself comfortable, before starting to speak, "I was born in a big kingdom," He said, muffled slightly by his helmet. "My mother died while giving birth to me, so I was left to fend for myself on the streets. I'd usually be begging for some money on the side of the road, or even just a bit of attention. Life out there wasn't very entertaining, y'know? I had gotten into a scuffle with one of my neighbouring street urchins, and I was pretty beaten up. A kind man patched me up in his little tavern, and let me rest in his house for until I recovered. The man had gotten my life back on track." He said, as he adjusted himself to his final position, finding the most comfortable one out of all of them. "I started to work as a blacksmith for a few years there, making swords for the king's army and what not. I decided that my life had much wasted potential, which I decided to use, for the remainder of it. At dusk, I started working at a set of armour; A sturdy one, at that, to keep my safe from the wilds of this unique world. I ended up finishing it the very next day.. or two, I'm not very great at remembering things. I ventured out of the gates, wearing my trusty set of armour. It is the same one I wear as of now. 'What does he do now?' you might think. I venture to the deepest depths of this world, and the highest highs. The East to West, the North to South. It's simply what I enjoy about my life.