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?)) My Name is Lewis The Mad I was raised in a small village in the highlands a peaceful place where everyone knew one another it was there i met my best friend Roman . one day while playing by the river we started to smell smoke then we heard the horns a raiding party had started to attack our village. we ran toward the comotion to see if we could help our family and friends but there where far to many. we watched as our loved ones where cut down and our homes where burned. as they all sat laughing at the carnage a large man with a half burned face walked to the center of everyone drinking some stolen mead he was the leader we heard his men shout one name in a cheer ROGNAR!. it was right then we promised each other that we would find this rognar and get our revenge.
