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 was born into the fierce and warlike clan, and was always destined to be a great warrior from the moment I entered the world. As a young orc, I displayed mediocre physical prowess and a keen instinct for looting. My parents, both seasoned warriors themselves, saw in me the potential to become a rat catcher for the tribe.
