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.”
i was raised in a group of criminals, but my morals didnt match what they did, but I still tried my best to fit in. They eventually started to like me, but I failed a mission because I didn't want to kill someone. They abandon me in the woods and I'm found by a wizard. He takes me in and teaches me his ways, but he eventually dies. Out of greif I turn to practicing dark magic and become a dark wizard.
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