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: I've lived a short life in Elves years but its been complete hell for me. My village was in a secluded swamp with only sources of light being fireflies running around. Up until age 12 my life was rather boring and mundane. The only form of entertainment was watching mages and wizards preform tricks and stunts when they passed through. AT age 13 I was set off to go do something with my life, my father told me to return when I made a name for myself. Ever since then I've been studying magic as I've never been good with swords. I have traveled with nearly every race except for those disgraced DWARVES. They make me sick and I can not imagine being with one. Of course I hate orcs more then Dwarves but I certainly don't praise them. Fortunately my long life-span has come in handy as when I complete my magic training I will still have much time left to make a name for myself. But for now my only mission is to learn fire magic and become the greatest mage to ever live. Now what's yours old Madam. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
