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?)) Example
As I settle onto the cushion in the dimly lit tent, I find myself drawn by the tales of this mysterious town's ancient secrets and mystical powers. "I come from a distant land, surrounded by vast forests and rolling hills," I share, reminiscing about my upbringing. "My parents were humble farmers who encouraged my thirst for knowledge and supported my dreams of discovering the world's mysteries."
"I seek knowledge and understanding of hidden forces, and that is why you expected me I believe. This town holds ancient secrets, and I heard that you are the guardian of its mystical powers.
"my backstory is a bit sad so get ready if you want to hear it "I say to the old hag", as I earlier said I come from a small village surrounded by beautiful fields and rolling hills. Growing up, my family owned a farm, and my parents were hardworking humble and kind. Life on the farm was simple but filled with joy, and our close-knit community made it feel like home.
But then, tragedy struck when a sudden illness spread through the village, and I lost both my parents. It was a devastating blow, and I felt utterly heartbroken and alone. The once lively farm became empty and sad, and the farmhouse, where we had shared so many happy moments, now felt lonely and quiet.
In the days that followed, I struggled to cope with the immense grief. I held on tightly to memories of my parents' warm smiles and loving guidance. The farm, once full of laughter, now echoed with silence, and the fields seemed to lose their vibrancy without them.
As I faced the challenge of keeping the family farm running, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by sadness. Each day was a reminder of the dreams my parents had for the land, and I worked hard to carry on their legacy. But the weight of their absence was almost too much to bear.
Even though the villagers tried to help and support me, I still felt a deep sense of emptiness and loss. The farm, which used to represent hope and happiness, now served as a painful reminder of my parents' absence. The familiar scents of the earth and crops brought both comfort and sorrow, a bittersweet reminder of the love my parents had for the land.
"thats when I decided that I will become a traveler because thats what my parents always encouraged me to do so I left the farm to my cousins and started my adventure to discover this worlds mysteries.
