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?))
Nivroh sat down on the cushion, taking a deep breath before she began to speak. "I was born in a dark realm far far away, 857 years ago. I've seen many wars, fights and deaths. I have traveled all over earth to find a place to settle down in, but I have never gotten lucky with that. Everyone excepts me to be dark and evil, merciless to say at least, since I come from a family who was nothing but evil. I have of course felt the tendencies to kill, and I have. My mind is fighting every day, or more specific, my good and evil side is fighting each other every day, trying to take over. No one has succeeded yet, only time will tell my outcome..." A little smirk appeared on Nivroh's face, was it her evil side shining through? Or is she already a full blown villain, lying about it...
I'm sorry this story went a little short, I just couldn't really come up with anything good cx My apologies.
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