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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?))

Well, I do not know, the road took me here to this dump of a dump in a hole full of dirt", Gustave would state with a slur to his voice, the telltale sign of severe inebriation . "My parents always told me I was a special boy. at age 10, my father told me I was kicked in the head by a donkey. I laid broken and unconscious for several days, but alas throughout this I had begun to recieve visions of Horen himself, speaking to me, and to only me." Gustave would state with a shout. My parents did not like my new visions, and so sent me away to my grunkle, who i call grunk" Gustave's eye was noticably twitching, with a slight tinge of insanity. "My Grunk was a pious man, he knew all of the women in town and spent his time at the tavern, which he told me was as good as a place to worship as the church." Gustave would descend to inane ramblings about random addages and peasant superstitutions his grunkle would instill into his foolish mind "He taught me many things, like that elves are born 9 months after you shit next to a tree, that is why I dont shit next to trees, there are already too many elves.""The voices continued speaking to me, after the incident, and it was during these years that I learned it was the voice in my head was the great Horen himself, the founder of mankind, and that I Gustave ca'soudener is his Herald" Gustave would erupt into a speech with a fiery passion "But the village did not like this, for they were enamored by sin, the priestman came into my grunk's house and burn it down, and I ran, I ran, I ran, down from the midlands into the desert." "I didnt have shoes, the sand burned, and so did my faith, it burned brightly, the villagers called me the "the Loon" but I am not a cloth weaver, I am a saint, the savior of mankind" Gustave would cackle maniacally with an intensity that would unnerve even the patient and calmly listening hag. "I GO FOURTH NOW, FOR MANKIND, FOR HOREN, TO END THE CURSE AND BRING THE DOMINANCE OF MANKIND" Gustave would ran hapazardly in a drunkard matter, The hag knew of the place he sought within the desert, and believed he would not survive the orcs and the iron horde, but alas, crazier things have happened, and this self-titled "Saint of Horen" is no more special than any other average village idiot.