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: (Maxwell's crimson gaze flickers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as he takes in the sight of the tattered tent and the old hag within. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the worn fabric walls, adding to the mystique of the dimly lit space. With measured steps, Maxwell approaches the cushion indicated by the old hag, the heavy clang of his armored boots echoing softly in the cramped interior. Seating himself upon the cushion, Maxwell's presence seems to fill the small tent, the weight of his ancient soul palpable in the air. His eyes remain fixed on the hag, searching her weathered features for any hint of deceit or ulterior motive. "I am Maxwell the Forgotten," he begins, his voice resonating from within the confines of his spectral armor, "once a ruler of lands now lost to the mists of time. I have returned to reclaim what was once mine, to restore order to the chaos that has consumed these lands in my absence." As Maxwell speaks, the flames within his armor flicker and dance, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the interior of the tent. He speaks of battles fought and kingdoms won, of betrayal and loss, his words carrying the weight of centuries of memories. "But my return has not gone unnoticed," Maxwell continues, his tone darkening with a hint of menace, "there are those who seek to oppose me, to thwart my rightful claim to these lands. Tell me, old hag, what do you know of the forces that conspire against me? And what role do you play in this twisted game of fate?")
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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