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?)) The hag noticed a pungent scent of a pigsty as a dark figure walks into the tent with a soft silent step. Urre, with their eyes closed begins to grin. Silence begins to fill the tent. The creature opens their eyes and looks deep into the hags eyes. Their red eyes lock with the sorceress. An aura of darkness begins to fill the tent, peaceful darkness. Stiff, the creature stood, their mouth slowly widening, their teeth making their presence, glistening against the light of a torch that hung against the wall. Opening their mouth the creature murmured... 'Yes... I've seen you in my visions.'
Sitting down in front of the hag the creature begins to gesture their hand upwards, with a limply motion they raise it in front of the hag. They seem to have a serious obsession of not following orders and fixating their attention on doing what is NOT expected of them, as though they are grasping onto the little control they have of the universe by changing what is in their power. A crude mindset nevertheless. 'I've sensed the wetness of the moss outside, I have heard your voice speak to me. I've lived several lives to this day. You can not surprise me sorceress. I do not remember my family, I have lived my life meditating on the visions and sights that have happened in the mortal realm to this day. I have seen what was, what is and what will be. In peace. I have lived my life withering away with my farm animals in waiting, alone. For many years, meditating and waiting for a man to appear who will take me under his belt. A man of dark skin, a great leader. Red eyes, strong and powerful. I have finally decided to explore the world and find this man.'
The creatures red eyes begin to glow. Again going silent. The hag spots the robe of the creature, the rugged leathery texture of their hooded cape, appears to have been hand sown by the alleged foreseer. The figure cares little to nothing about their physical presence. Everything from their smell to their ragged clothes makes the creature seem to have not been amongst civilization in a long time. Their breath seems to be non existent as the figure displays great collectiveness in spirit.
The figure puts down their hand and slides forwards onto their knees... breathing a repugnant smell into the hags face. Raising their voice the figure grunts 'You have seen many men walk into this town, one of them must have resembled my visions. If you do not recall who I have spoken of, then you are no use to me. I shall head off now, do not follow me for I will know.' Finally breaking gaze, the figure closed their eyes. '..I guess I was mistaken'
The figure stands up whipping around their hooded cape, exiting the tent returning the dimness of the lights to their previous state.
