GreenWarrior7750

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.”

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.”

*Mazir walks to the cushion and drops his backpack next to it and slightly falls on the cushion from exhaustion*. “ Thank you for meeting me” Mazir says with an exhausted voice. “if you really want to listen to my full story you might want to grab some ale” Mazir shows a faint smile on his exhausted face. “I was born In a land far away from here. My parents where wealthy traders who started their own trading company called Gold Legacy” Mazir shows the rind on his finger with the sigil of his company.  “business was booming as humans tend to say” Mazir chuckles. “yet… good times never last” Mazir’s face becomes more serious. “A rival company emerged from the ground that dwarfed our own, my parents and I were shocked. We all asked ourselves how a company that was just a few days old could rival our century old business. Well let me tell you how” Mazir said with a more serious voice. “the old king had a basterd son eager to gain power. But of course because he was not legitimate he could not inherit from his father. So he and his father figured an evil plan…” *Mazir stops to drink from his canteen and offers some to the old hag* “here have a sip of some of my whiskey, we might be here a while” Mazir puts his canteen back in his backpack

*Mazir scratches his head in confusion* “now where was I…? Ah yes the plan! An evil plan but well-orchestrated. The king would pour money from us tax payers in his son company under the banner of maintaining diplomatic relations. And so the Black griffin company had nearly unlimited funds to grow and buy warehouses, bribes  and get exclusive deals” Mazir looks sad “ this of course was bad for us, we nearly lost all our clients in a few weeks and my parents were on the verge of bankruptcy.” A tear sheds from Mazir’s eyes “ during our bankruptcy my own family got sick with some weird disease.” A tear drops from Mazirs’ cheek “ a month ago I had everything and then when I needed it the most I had nothing. I was not able to provide my own family with the necessary medicine. I lost both my wife and my daughter that day.” Mazir pauses for a moment to regain his strength

Mazir clears his throat *ugh..um* “My father, devastated by the loss of his granddaughter reached out to his few friends and figured the whole scheme of the king out. With revenge in his eyes he took it upon himself to take down the king and that basterd son.” Mazir looks the hag in the eyes with a burning passion of vengeance “ If only my father would have acted sooner… The king and his network of little birds found out about my fathers intentions… so.. when I..” Mazir pauses for a moment “when I got back from my caravan mission I went home and found my parents house in ruins. Half burnt… I saw them… their lifeless bodies… “Mazir’s eyes become watery “ I knew I had little time left so I quickly took this backpack” Mazir slaps his backpack “filled it with what I had left and took off to start over again and not let history repeat itself.