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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… i sit down and tell her my story. i was a dark elf living in a forest with my family. we were fishing while other dark elves in the town were hunting suddenly out of the blue elves attacked us. we tried to fight back but in the end all the dark elves in the village fell dead my parents told me to run and dont look back and i ran until i passed out then i woke up and realized i was lost assassin found me trained me and took me in i swore revenge on all elves and i would avenge my family
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