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.”
Then I said enthusiastically:
Hello ! Then I continue, moving closer to her, to sit on a free cushion at her side. Then I began my narration. The old lady looks enthralled and listens.
I'm Aaron, Aaron Baldr, 21 years old. I've just arrived in town, and I'm looking for adventure and discovery. My tone is a little more serious...
A long time ago, probably around the age of 12, my family and I lived reclusively in the forest. One day, a band of bloodthirsty orcs attacked us, I pause for a moment... looking emotional, I resume...
My father protected us, my mother helped me escape and they've both since disappeared.
I was taken in by humans on a farm not far from here. And now that I'm 21, I want to discover the world, find my parents if they're still alive, and kill the orcs who caused the loss of my family.
