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?))
He looks at the hag with a look of confusion and says, "Unexpected," He pauses "but my name is Magnus Note I come from a long-gone kingdom as a nomad" He stops for a second to gather his thoughts. "I was created by a man who is no longer living named Adonai with the purpose of, in his own words "To become alive." which he said means to know thyself." He says plainly without a hitch. "So, I came here, hearing that this location has history relating to my creator. As a golem I should be expected to have much power, but I am of low physical strength, as I am made from shelves and as my head is a book. Which means I am not of much use in combat, outside of my swiftness and shot." He pauses. "Although, I am capable of learning and holding knowledge, and one of the things I am very capable of is understanding the minds of living beings." "Oh, my!" He stops in embarrassment, then he says, "I apologize for my ramblings, but that is my story." He says with a voice crack and ruffled pages.
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