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?))
"Well its a very long story" you´re sitting yourself next to her and tell her: "I come from a very far place from here. It was a rich town, where my people used to settle, but where richness is, is always greed and corruption, so just like that my home turned into a battlefield of two people, the first one Kandahar was a powerful trader of the south, the second one was Brokut, the dirtiest politician of the whole city.
They turned my home into a blood feast, so i decided to leave and go so far away as possible from the darkness they brought into my city." you stand up and say: "Well i gotta go now, maybe faith will bring us together again." You walk out of the tent and go...
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