Spitrain

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.” In the flickering candlelight, the hag becomes both a sentinel and a guide, urging me to recount my tale. I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I delve into the labyrinthine corridors of my past. I reveal the layers of my existence, peeling back the veneer of the manipulator, the assassin, and the shrewd businessman that have shaped me. In a world steeped in medieval fantasy, I have traversed treacherous paths, honing my skills in the art of manipulation, blending into the shadows to carry out tasks with a lethal precision. The lines between morality and necessity blurred as I navigated the intricacies of power and survival. But fate dealt a cruel blow, robbing me of my sight, leaving me to view the world through a single emerald green eye. It was in the depths of darkness that I discovered the allure of magic, dedicating myself to its study and wielding its arcane forces to mold reality to my will. Cloaked in robes that whisper tales of ancient lore, I wear a mouth mask and a blindfold. The mask guards my identity, veiling my true intentions, while the blindfold symbolizes both my lost sight and my newfound sight within the realms of magic. Golden tresses crown my head, a mane that hints at the light that still lingers amidst the shadows of my existence. As the old hag awaits my tale, her eyes gleaming with an understanding that transcends the boundaries of time, I settle into the cushioned seat. The scent of damp moss and decay intermingles with the crackling energy of ancient magic. I am ready to weave my story, revealing the triumphs and tragedies that have molded me into the enigmatic figure who sits before her—an embodiment of secrets, power, and a destiny yet to unfold.