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?))
My story is I grew up in wealthy family and I was gifted with great powers and natural beauty. I have learned alot even though I'm young. I have yet to learn more more of this great lord of the craft world. One little step at a time to greatness as I battle the oncoming chaos...
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