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?))
"Hm.. The farthest i can remember is when i was around 5 years old. I was outside, with my father, collecting some branches to make a campfire. We were outside, in a part of the woods with a lot of Bears. Once i had enough sticks, i headed back to the camping spot and waited patiently for my father to return. He never did, and i was met with a scream from the woods, and loud growling. I lit the campfire quickly and lit one of the sticks on fire. I grabbed the burning stick and headed towards the sounds, with my fiery weapon in hand. The sun was setting, and the sounds had quieted down, and i was nowhere near our camp. I was already deep in the search, so i continued. The fire was slowly extinguishing, and i had slowly lost my lightsource. After a while, i was met with a river. I decided to cross it after not thinking all too long. Only once i entered the water, i realised how tired i was. I was already struggling to hold up the torch, and i passed out in the middle of the river. I woke up on the shore, and stood up not too long after waking. I saw a village of sorts nearby, and started waddling over to it. I was still dead tired, and was pushing my limits by simply walking over there. I passed out once again, next to the road. I found out, later that day, that a guard was on patrol, and took me in his tiny house. I woke up, once again, with a tad bit more energy than before. The guard was standing over me, with a dumb look on his face. He brought me a bowl o' soup to drink. I haven't eaten anything warm in a while, or at all in general, so i was savouring every last drop of it. That man became my father figure, that i had lost that very day. after 14 Years passed, He passed. Yes, i mourn him to this day, but he had given me the will to become a guard like himself. I served that village for 21 years. The village had been raided, and i was on patrol that very day. The horror i experienced when i saw the fire on the burning buildings illuminate the night sky was something i will never feel again. I was in a pure state of utter shock, and rode my horse into village, to save anyone i could. All there was, were burnt corpses. I took off on my horse, into the woods. I rode for hours, just thinking. After riding for some time, i was interrupted by a large tree, which my horse walked into while trotting. I layed on the ground, pondering what do now. I had lost all purpose. I was laying on the floor for some hours, until the sunlight shined on my face. It had given me a sudden surge of determination. I grabbed an axe from my horse, and started chopping away at some trees. I swung carelessly for a few hours, and was left exhausted after the adrenaline cut off. I sat on a tree stump for a while, until i was able to continue. I built myself a house in a few months. Turns out, it got raided a year or two after. I felt nothing, as i glanced at the crackling flame. I lost all hope, and that leads us to today. As of today, i just sit on my horse, and ride through the forests. I managed to find this place, and i guess im in luck, as i wasn't able to find any animals in the past few days.