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 kneel on the cushion, nod my head and close my eyes.
"My name is Ellipsism, I have dreams of starting my own order of Holy Knights, not bound to any particular god, but bound by oath to the faith of the people..."
"My life has been relatively normal, I grew up as the son of a carpenter in a modestly sized town. My father is a good and honest man, albeit a tired man, My mother is an archivist at our town archives. But, as you probably know, Oracle, I wanted more. I want to be an honorable knight of the people, that empowers himself through their faith, and I want to recruit others to join me, but first, I must become a knight of prestige to be able to stand on my own without the need for jurisdiction from a Lord or King."
"So I must ask, Old Oracle, Why, have you been expecting me?"
