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: *the male sighed* im a traveler marely looking for a place a can call home. But seeings as how things go *shivers are shaken upon his spine* not much good. My name is Ira. For as long as i can remember. i travel. *Hed pull out of flak with something in and proceeds to sip from it* alot in my head is hazy. and i remember bits and pieces on good days. the other days ... *hed look blankly at the ground* i see ... Darkness. either way, i push forwards to that one place i can call home. if i do have a background. why not leave it open? like a miltiple choice? haha *hed laugh to himself* thank you for having me. but ill have to go on on my journy. *hed walk out of the end following where his foots carry him*
(ye ye, i know kinda lazy. but i always wanted to make a joker refrance like this in a chacter i build up. plus it makes some dope oppertunities somewhere.)
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