Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
my name is Darious Purce was born in a small, struggling frontier settlement, where hunger, beasts, and the ambitions of greater realms constantly pressed against his people. His father, a soldier, never returned from war, leaving his mother to carry the burden of survival alone. From this harsh beginning, Darious learned the values of resilience, loyalty, and the will to endure, shaping him into someone hardened by loss but not defeated by it.
As a child, he clutched the only relic left from his father: a battered steel blade. He trained in secret, mimicking the movements of mercenaries and knights who passed through the village. While others saw him as a dreamer with nothing, Darious forged strength from his circumstances. When he came of age, he left home—not for glory, but to build a life where no one would endure the same helplessness he had known.
His path has taken him across battlefields and ruins, learning fragments of lore, steel, and survival. Though still young, Darious carries himself with the weight of someone who has seen too much loss and yet refuses to yield. Now, he searches for a place to plant his banner, a people to stand beside him, and perhaps the beginnings of a realm where the cast aside can rise.
"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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