Suiko99

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?)) Example: "I wont go into too much detail.. I came from a lower class family from where I come from, most of my house were put to the sword and although I had no part in their crimes I was put on the same list as them, I escaped and have been a wander since then this is the 3rd town I've miserably come across and I was told if I'm to remain here any longer I'm to come see you to improve those chances.

In the land of Skjoldier, the battleground of the eternal war, a young eighteen year old boy named Avindil lived. Being born in a village of the Queen’s Domain made him bitter, but cautious toward the witches who dominate their territory and jealously guard it. So many he saw be dragged away by the witches to be converted into one of them or worse. Among them was his mother who was taken to become one of the Frost Witches. Hope seemed so bleak for years. One morning he awoke to the smell of smoke. The forest surrounding the village was a blaze. Fighting could be heard from beyond the wooden walls of the village. Legions of citadel soldiers were burning the forest and cutting down the guards and witches in scores. One by one Frost witches were shattered into tiny chunks of ice. Liberation had come. As soon as the battle was over Avindil fled to southwestern region of the island continent controlled by The Citadel to find a ship. He wanted to get as far away as possible from the Queen’s domain as possible. He joined a crew as a merchant crew who sailed for Arcas. On their approach to Sutica a storm wrecked the ship. Avindil awoke, with dry lips and his face buried in the hot sands of Korvassa, from there he wandered to find the Sheikhdom of Al-Faiz.