farmar258

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?)) "Ehm, good morning wise lady. It is an honor to be in your presence" she said with slight nervousness but respectfully bowing to her. "My name is Amalia Moran and I pass through here on my travels" she waited for a while to see if she introduced herself and after a while continued on. "I'm on the road trying to find a place to set up new home" she said and than stopped and sighed. "I lived on a farm with my parents and we lived a normal country life. We didn't live badly, you know. The war was avoiding us and we already thought that nothing bad could happen to us" it was obvious that she was having trouble telling the story. "One day my father sent me to the forest for firewood. Of course I went, but after I finish this task, I headed back and noticed this smoke..." she stopped and continued after a while. "Our farm was on fire!!!" she shouted suddenly. "When I saw it, I hurried home, but it was already too late. The house and barn were on fire and next to the well...next to the well..." she stopped again, and she could see that the recollection was causing her distress. "There was a mother with her throat cut and a father covered in blood and injuries next to her. It was too late he was dying! All he managed to say was: promise me you'll settle down. You will get married and have children." she was already starting to cry when she stopped. "And so I promised him! And now here I am, on my way to fulfill the promise I made to my father"

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?)) "Ehm, good morning wise lady. It is an honor to be in your presence" he said with slight nervousness but respectfully bowing to her. "My name is Alexandr Moran and I pass through here on my travels" he waited for a while to see if she introduced herself and after a while continued on. "I'm on the road trying to find a place to set up new home" he said and than stopped and sighed. "I lived on a farm with my parents and we lived a country normal life. We didn't live badly, you know. The war was avoiding us and we already thought that nothing bad could happen to us" it was obvious that he was having trouble telling the story "One day I went into the forest near the farm. I had a wooden sword there that I made and used to train with. My father didn't like to watch fencing, so I preferred to go to the forest to train. When I finished my workout I headed back when I noticed this smoke..." he stopped and continued after a while. "Our farm was on fire!!!" he shouted suddenly. When I saw it, I hurried home, but it was already too late. The house and barn were on fire and next to the well...next to the well..." he stopped again, and she could see that the recollection was causing him distress. "There was a mother with her throat cut and a father covered in blood and injuries next to her. It was too late he was dying! All he managed to say was: promise me you'll settle down. You will build a farm, get married and have children. Promise me that my name will continue with dignity!" he was already starting to cry when he stopped. "And so I promised him! And now here I am, on my way to fulfill the promise I made to my father"

My character was born in small city house in Karosgrad. Her father came from poor, low noble family, and her mother was the daughter of a wine merchant. Since her mother died during childbirth, her father had to take care of her. Because her mother died very early and her father has no marriage for the second time, she has no siblings. Her father worked for most of his life in the court office of King Sigismund III of Haense as a notary. This means that he was very highly educated and that is why he wanted his daughter to receive a proper education too. He taught her himself, how to read and write, some things from history and geography and because he spent a lot of time close to court, he also taught her how to behave like a young lady. He always reminded her that her honor and family name is the most important thing and she should try to protect them. She loved her father very deeply and she was very almost broken when he died suddenly, in her age of 16. After his death, she moved to the only relative she had left, her aunt, who had a farm on the western border of the kingdom. Her life here was not easy. Her aunt always took her as an extra hungry neck, and she often let her know that. So after years of hard and endless work, she decided to leave her aunt's farm at the age of 24, looking for her own future and her place...