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?
" Well Im James Demarcus Born ---- , 21st of August" *I said with a dim but freaky stare* "I Grew up in New Havan a town of fabled Christan's, that sadly isn't around anymore" *Everyone seems too dim with sadness*. "I easily got out of New Haven at the age of 18 after war broke loose and mangled my old village" *James Tocuhes his face with agony*, "I fought the urge not too fight and stay somewhat peaceful against the ornery ogres" *Starts getting physically Angry* *James starts to regain happeniess/engoyment as he says* "I made a simple hut on the edge of the water bank, I lived their for a couple of months until".....(will play out and add) Lore/How to imagine James He is a regular sized human that evolved from 2 ogre looking humans *massive in size* For some reason James has big feet making him extremely fast so transportation isn't an issue.
