TMoney

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: (delete this) -Bashag notices the lady and her gesture, and he makes a quick inspection of the area by looking around and over his shoulder before taking a seat- "What brings me here? Well that's a good question... I'm assuming you want the long version so sit tight, I can tend to be long winded." -He pauses and takes a breath and then goes into the story- "I was born to a small clan in mountains, the name held no glory, nothing notable. I doubt you would have ever heard the name so I won't repeat it. It was a simple life, and I enjoyed my childhood. Tending to the livestock that my family had was always my main responsibility, and I made sure to always stay true to my duties, rather than face the wrath of my Father." -Bashag pauses for a moment to reminisce- "In my own free time I would practice swinging a blade, pretty much whatever I could find around our homestead. Whether it be a stick, or the axe my father used for logging. I would spend many of my hours taking to a log, swinging at it and dreaming of a life of glory and battle." "I would continue my mundane life of tending to the livestock, and other daily tasks for many years. I would say about 19 or so years." -Bashag looks down and moves around the dirt with his fingers a bit- "Then one morning, I just woke up, and I decided this isn't what I want. I only have one life to live, and I want more. I want to feel the glory of battle, I want to etch my names into the anals of history. This life of being a farmer was not for me. I KNEW destiny had something more for me." -Bashag face seems to light up at this topic- "So I packed what little belongings I had, and said goodbye to my parents. I set off to find something new, down an unknown path. I spent those years of my life as a cheap hand for hire. Mercenary work, guard work, whatever it is you name it. I hopped around from company to company, honing my skills and becoming more experienced in life." "Now, I come to these lands to hopefully truly make a name for myself. I wish to find a clan, and join there service. I will do whatever it takes, I know it is no easy task. Nothing in life that is great comes easy, but I wish for my name to be remembered as a great warrior." -He stands up and waves her farewell- "I must go now, destiny waits for none."