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?))
I am... was a solider for the kingdom of man, I was the son from a long line of soldiers who served the empire, at the age of 18. My first orders were to guard a village that was crucial for trade in the north, a gang of fierce bandits lead by a warlord sacked the town and nearly killed me, but before I could die a stumbled upon a suit of arcane armor in a cave, before I succumbed to my wounds I touched the armor and it transformed me into a biomechanical human being. with this new power I fought of the bandits and their warlord but not before they were able to sack the entire town completely. For this I was discharged and banished from the empire, Now I walk from place to place to make up for my past actions hoping one day to return home before I die.
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