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?))
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"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…
I was born and raised in an elven tree village. It was made up of hundreds of tree houses all bridged together. it was a very peaceful childhood. Once I was older, I began training as a ranger. I was taught how to use a bow, track, sneak, and communicate with nature. Then once I became an adult, I set out on an adventure. Now I'm here.
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