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?))
Example:
I used to be a small western lord—nothing fancy, just a place where folks worked hard and tried to live in peace. I did what I could to keep things steady between the fisherfolk and the hill clans. Thought we were building something worth keeping."
"Then a councilor I trusted turned on us. The hold burned, the banners fell, and most of what I cared for was lost in a single night. I walked away with little more than this old dagger and the memory of it all."
"Now I travel the coast as a ranger. The long coat, the tools, the hawk—they help me guide caravans and pilgrims through rough country. I don’t look for fights; I just try to keep people safe."
"As for ‘Reverend’… folks started calling me that because I talk too much about the old values—helping each other, keeping your word. Guess holding onto those makes the road a little less empty."
"I’m not after revenge. Just want things set right someday. Maybe even rebuild a place where the displaced can start fresh."
"That’s it. Nothing grand—just what’s left of a life."
"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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