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) "What is this place? Where am I?" Eleos questions the lady unfazed. "You don't know where you are? Hmm interesting." the old lady says in disappointment.
"What? I'm sorry I don't really remember much after that storm came through and washed me up onto the shore. My name is Eleos." Eleos says confused. "I know who you are Eleos! Now take a seat and let me return your memories. It wont hurt at all." The old lady said excitingly as she bites into a rotten apple. Eleos is disgusted and confused by the fact of what she is eating and runs out of the tent. As he was running out however the old woman throughs her hands towards him and whispered "Ahkma de hol'd". The ground shakes and tree roots surround Eleos. The old woman walks up to Eleos, angered she asked him "Why did you run. You really don't know who I am do you?" Eleos is tired, the storm really drained him. "I... I... I'm sorry.. I.." Eleos collapses and is held unconscious. The old lady calls to her pet troll and it rises from the swamp land. "Will you please carry my son Eleos, to his bedroom. He is not well."
