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:
"Pray tell lady, have you awaited my presence? Is there aught I should know before I unveil my tale?" -The crone remains silent while smiling- "...Nonetheless, I am Kazir, hailing from the realm of the dark elves, a hamlet titled (town name). I embarked from my home in pursuit of a true purpose" -he speaks always by looking in the eyes while doing gestures with his hands- "That intrigues me—this town. It exists not upon any map. How comes it that its name remains unheard by all?" -He stands up slowly- "I would love an explanation.."
Recommended Comments