Caden

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 Thalleous, son of Sapiens and heir to Viam Ligni...well I was, that was before the great fall." Hesitating slightly I take a seat, and with a deep breath, I begin telling my story. "The Dragon of the Night descended upon my home, the forest city of Viam Ligni, accompanied by his rider, Corax. Also known as "The Night Rider" came upon the city during the darkest hour and set the city aflame, The fire shown too bright to look at! With the city in chaos, Corax put down his Dragon Vermax just outside the Fortress Gates. The Guards, in fear for their life, and lack of sight due to the fire could do nothing but let him pass. Corax marched into the throne room and met my Father Sapiens, Though my father fought hard, once he felt the tide of batter shift, he called for me to rum. Corax managed to get the better of him given his old age. Corax had no interest in me, he now held the silver band that once sat upon my father's head, This band has been the key to uniting the south for generations. I feel the guilt to this day, if I hadn't fled the castle that night I may have been able to save my father, I may have been able to save...Viam Ligni." I've traveled many days and many nights, and I have no purpose, no plan. I often wonder if I should push my claim, or live the simple life of a commoner. "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… I hear a sound, "is that..?" I mutter. looking left, then right, and back again. I begin to panic as I hear the noise coming closer and closer. I draw my sword and lift a lantern off the ground to help me see, my breath heavies as I think back to the day I lost my father and everything I've known. and then silence, everything goes back. I awake in an old tavern just outside the city, The tender tells me an old fellow brought me in a sat me down. "she didn't have much to say" he said. "Just to keep an eye on you."