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?))
"Growing up, I always felt out of place in his small, rural village. My unusual appearance - bright white hair and piercing red eyes - marked me as an outsider, and I was often teased and bullied by my peers. Despite this, I was fiercely intelligent and determined. I used my gifts to excel in my studies and become one of the youngest students ever accepted into the prestigious Arcane Academy. At the Academy, I excelled in his magical studies, but I also struggled with feelings of isolation and anger. As a result, I often found myself drawn to the darker, more forbidden aspects of magic. I began to delve into forbidden texts and rituals that promised much power but came with a high risk."
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