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.”
The air inside the tattered tent hung heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, a reflection of the swampy surroundings that enveloped the dim town. As I stepped inside, the flickering light from the suspended candles cast dancing shadows on the worn fabric walls. The feeble illumination revealed the outlines of shacks and cabins outside, huddled together in a melancholic symmetry.
At the back of the tent, an old hag sat, her form hunched and withered, as if the weight of time itself pressed upon her shoulders. Her gaze though piercing, held a depth of wisdom that seemed to pierce through the layers of my being, Her eyes, like pools of ink, bore into me as she spoke, her voice croaking like the caw of a raven.
"What brings you to this dingy town?" she began, her words measured and deliberate. Then, as if her gaze could unravel secrets hidden within my very soul, she paused and studied my face. A shiver traced its way down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and unease.
Her lips curled into a knowing smile, revealing a few remaining teeth like yellowed pearls. "Ah, it's you," she murmured as if confirming something only she understood. "I've been expecting you"
I complied with her gestured invitation, lowering myself onto the cushion she indicated. It creaked faintly under my weight, the sound blending with the symphony of distant croaking frogs and rustling leaves. The old hag's presence held a mystique that seemed to extend beyond the physical boundaries of the tent.
"Tell me your story, she beckoned, her voice carrying a command that brooked no resistance. And so, with a mixture of trepidation and fascination, I began to recount the tale that led me to this desolate place, a tale of journeying through unknown lands, of encounters with both beauty and danger and of the inexplicable feeling that my destiny was intertwined with the secrets concealed within this murky town and its enigmatic inhabitants.
As the worlds flowed, the candles above flickered and cast ever-shifting patterns of light and shadow on the tent's walls. The hag's gaze never wavered, her eyes seeming to pierce through the layers of my narrative, extracting truths that even I might not have fully comprehended until now.
And so, in the dimness of that tent, surrounded by the scent of rotted wood and wet moss, I shared my tale with the old hag, uncertain of where my words would lead, yet inexplicably drawn to the understanding that she held the keys to unlocking the mysteries that awaited me in this swampy, dim town.
By MasterMozart
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Rules: Yes
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How do you avoid powergaming in roleplay?: I love to roleplay, Yet i fully print out all rules and post them so I am constantly reminded about the rules.
How does metagaming disrupt fair roleplay?: Any knowledge that a character shouldn't know can completely change the aspect of the game. It is critical for any outside knowledge to be kept separate from a character. This way no one can powergame.
Status: Denied
Character Name: Garo Alziec
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: 5'9", silver hair, 125 lbs, Violet glowing eyes, Dark Purple robes with Lime green stitching, armor in pure silver with emerald gems mounted on to it
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