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?))
I silently pull out a notebook, feeling compelled to start writing my story for the old woman to see...
I was born in the kingdom of Norland without vocal cords to a single mother who was a mage on the run from the red faith, She somehow was able to stay on the run while taking care of me a mute. I learned how to take care of myself as sometimes she would leave for days on end, my life though beside always being on the run wasn't horrible, as we almost always had food because of my mothers survival skills, and although it wasn't the best life it was a good one and then when I was 16 they caught us. the red faith executed my mother and pondered on what to do with me, eventually deciding to let me go as I wasn't a mage myself. I burned down the church the next day and ran into the snowy wilderness with only the clothes on my back. were I survived for the next 2 years mourning my mom and trying to decided what to do next. eventually deciding I would go on a journey to become as strong as I could while taking revenge on the red faith. leading me to work at a small town to get enough money so i could get proper equipment. which led me here.
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