MonnlightMist

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?)) Father never trusted magic, not since what happened to mother he would silently cursed the mages he passed by on the street and come home with stories that he heard of how magic courrpts. Part of me thinks thats how he decided to cope never less i hesitated to approch this woman ands take her invitation i was sure that this place was abandoned and this tent was a sign of luck. I started to turn back but something stoped me maybe it was the curiosity or fear that one of the candle will come alive and burn me as i left, so i walked towards the offered seat, she was still looking at me.. waiting. " uhh im not sure where to start " i began then i rembered she has been expecting me "does she know me? from my father?no impossible no one knows i left home yet" i think, Im amazed at how far i traveled in one night.... maybe its magic, she does seem talented in the craft so it wouldnt hurt to tell her about myself. i told her of my home in Aegis in a village a little while from Oren and of my people the Southerons and of how when my mother died at 10 my father took me away to a place called Vortice, there i spent the rest of my life it wasnt a good or a bad life made lots of friends of diffrent races fell in love once but still felt drrawn to go back home, when i told my father about this he would say there is nothing for me there anymore or just ignored me. i was angry and confused and tonight i decided to run away i wwas mostly workingoff emotions and had no cluie where i was going i just wanted to leave and took food and some extra clothes did'nt even bring a map so here i am in this place lost and confused.

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?)) i stood still my eyes were fixed on the floating candles and then the old woman father made magic not from the gods seem like a bad thing that it was filthy and impure part of me was expecting that one of the candles whoild come to life and cover me in an inferno but the stayed where they are stuspened in the agir as if they were on an invisble surfacen"how is she living in such deplorable condition" i thought to myself as i look around the rest of the tent then back outside i was sure this place was abandoned. Slowly i walked up to the lady unconsiously picking at my bow string that was strapped over my back, a nervous habbit i guess. once i reached to the cushioned seat i realize the lade havent taken her eyes off me and slowly i sat down. i wondered how much should i tell her everything? littlle things? or how i got here?,in the end i just spoke. "hi.. umm" May the Mani help me, who is this woman, wait, she said she was expedcting me? i have never seen her in my life couldnt be a friend of my fathers mauybe my mother, did she knew my mother?. i looked at her and still since i came to this tent her eyese never left me . then with a muster of courage i decided to tell her about my family of my many cousins and aunts of my father and his temper since my mother pass, of my mothers strange illness which the druids didnt understand. then i told her of me running away i didnt know why i ran i just knew i had to leave barely packed and didnt leave a note to where i have gone. saying all this made me realize how much a fool i was to just up and leave no plan or goal. the old woman was still watching me i couldnt read her eyes due to the sudden realization of my choices. Then she spoke...