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?))
Shaken up i sit next to her and without much hesitation i begin to tell my story "When i was a little boy I lived a happy life in a village next to Nan Elmoth. Life was simple back then.. or atleast before the incident. On the rise of the full moon, a party of bandits, lead by the infamous Ugluk raided the village leaving noone left behind. I hid in the little shed we had next to the house and didn't open the door to anybody. a few hours past and i decided it's safe to see the demage they left. When i opened the tiny door i saw my little brother laying on the floor, lifless.. I picked up his body and saw two more survivors crying it the distance. I looked for my parents everywhere, but there was no sight of them. i didn't know if they made it out or not, if they were enslaved or fed to the dogs. We took our time burying the rest. A few days past and i saw clearly what my destiny was. I had nothing left in my village anymore. I had to create a party of my own and seek revenge upon the wicked orcs even if it costed me my life. That day i packed my belongings and set on a journey to find my future companions."
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