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?))
There ain much to tell,live to fight and forfill Gork n Morks prophecy(dont rly know wich god will i follow but for now wh40k ones as placeholders)
You see,ive fought all my life,countless battels,i dont even remember most of em,all expect one - where i earned this (points on big scar on eye)
It was 4th a battle or Nuk'zaa,and ghteto boiz were leading the way,there an abominations were unimaginable,but we presisted.When we got to their command center we only found an large creature, who imediatly slew 10 of my best men,so rest of us contine to fight it,as we fought we died more n more,untill it was me n da beast.In my sheamingly last moments i sawn that beast positioned itself perfectly im trebuches way of fire, so i fired n killed it.
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