Sr_Dimentio

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?))
"Huh!? Oh... I see I'm pretty famous alredy... Mwe he he..." he said, on the most arrogant and annoying voice the hag heard in some time. The man, dressed in extravagant robes, approached the tent before stepping in some of his large robes and falling into the mud "Nooooo! My pretty attire! It's all your fault you foolish old hag!!!" he stood up all mudied and sat on the tent, groaning and crossing his gloved arms on his chest "Wathever... You wanted to hear my GRAND story right...? Then braze yourself FOOL!" he cleared his throat "It all started when I wanted to become like my father... A necromancer! Mwa ha ha ha! D-Don't tell anyone..." he continued "Yes, my father was a necromancer, he always said it was my fault, it seems I was borned evil and killed my own mother when I was born... W-Well wathever! You know what!? He never taught me anything! He just hit me and forced me to partake on his weird rituals! That bastard didn't even gave me name..." he groaned "I'm grumpy now! I'll show all of you FOOLS how GRAND of a necromancer I am when I conquer all Aevos with my undead army! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha...! First I have to learn necromancy tho... But when I learn everyone will kneel before their new EVIL master... Dementio!!!" he continued cackling evily like a maniac "Well... See you in some years when you're my loyal servant like the rest of FOOLS..." he started walking away, cackling to himself, the hag could swear watching him fall again on his way to who knows where...