TheOnlyOystr

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?)) *You talk as if you have no emotion* "when I was around three my village was attacked by a group of dark elves. They took my towns treasure, money and even the lives of many of my friends and family. They took me back with them but were attacked by ang ogre. I managed to escape behind a tree. I then continued on stealing what I needed, hoping I could find a better way at life. I don't even have anything left to remember my village by. I've slowly faded into darkness as it feels of which I no longer feel nesscasary in this world."