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?))
*sits cautiously* "Well, I've been leaving the village I was in until a few days ago, when some orcs decided to attack me without warning. I tried to fight, but I simply couldn't against them. They beat me up, and after that, I decided to leave that town for good. Now I'm here, not really sure of my direction..."
*Feeling a little more confident and melancholic* "It's very difficult to leave there, there were so many good moments, both with my closest friends and with my family, but there were hardly anyone really important to me anymore. Some of my friends died in combat, others decided to go to a better place, and the last I heard of them is that they had been captured by humans...
Despite all that, I prefer to leave that place now before continuing to relive those memories that hurt so much now.
But on the other hand, I want revenge, revenge for my friends, my family, for myself *Small tears well up in his eyes* but I know that's doesn´t repair anything, and doesn't give me a second chance to see them."
Recommended Comments