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?))
"Do you… know me?” She examines the tattered tent while being cautious of the old hag that is in front of her. She begins to step closer to the strange person inside the tent, curious as to what awaits her in her future adventures, she begins to tell her story. "I was born in a prestigious family and grew up in a city known for its elegant culture." She starts getting comfortable inside this tattered tent. "I was raised with the expectation of carrying upon my family's legacy, and for this, I honed my abilities so that I'm capable of handling the responsibilities of the legacy that I carry as well as the duty that is placed upon me." She approaches the elderly woman more closely. "Tell me old woman, what sort of destiny lies before me?"
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