Legends00

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?)) "Hello" he nervously answered, tensing up. He eyed the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… "I was a high ranking general from another realm, which was a life filled with glory and honor, until the neighboring nation had invaded us, ripped through the northern parts and the central parts of our beautiful nation. At last the large battle had come, we had destroyed four of their five largest armies with ease, but the fifth one was extreme trouble." He paused and solemnly looked at her. "We fought until our very last, that was, until I stepped in, killing the elite units of the last army. However, I was overpowered, and thought I had been killed. Turns out I fell into the river, and floated my way into this eye appealing realm." He laughed with a smug expression, as if he had found the close call amusing. "Afterwards, I still realized there is much to the unknown for me, and it will take time to understand." Sir Legends got up, to prepare what needed to in order to strive forward to learn about the realm and start his journey again.