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 proceed to sit. trying to scramble my thoughts on how she knows me ”how do you know of me, I'm not from these lands.” As she looks up to answer the room extinguishes into darkness as you feel more and more disorientated.....
But before i carry on with that story and the actions that are gonna unfold i will tell u where it started.
I lived in a country many moons away called Athanasios the land of eternal life with my mitéra and patéras we were a small family of farmers not wealthy with gold or coins but wealthy with love and resolve. my patéras was the greatest soldier i knew and an even greater patéras and my mitéra a woman who my love and respect is endless for but our peaceful times didn't last forever with our peaceful and prosperous country becoming a war zone overnight with no one realising our neighbouring country attacked us in the night catching our solders of guard resulting in them taking over 60 percent of our land in one month but the people of Athanasios resolve did not falter we managed to hold them back for 4 more months before our final homes were destroyed, family separated and our beloved king beheaded. After the war the men of Athanasios were killed and burned, the young men and children were sold as slaves and the women were used as slaves who had to see to the farmland and to making food. After being a slave for a few months i was bought by a gladiator ring were after 3 years of fight for the entertainment of the pig b*stards who killed my goneís i earned the right of my freedom by killing the gladiator champion. After i was free i travelled as a mercenary of war willing to fight for whoever paid the most but after i time the only thing i learned from doing this was it was turning me into those same pig i hate with all of my will so i fled traveling to every corner of the earth until i arrived at a swamp with the smell of decaying bodys. A smell i was all too familiar with
That a full recap leading to arriving to the swamp
