bryan_de_vis

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: They shook hands together, then i started talking "My name is John Finglebottom. I was born in a small town named : Atheosis . I lived there with just me and my parents. My mother worked at a tavern and my father was an amazing archer, you could even say that he was the best. But we were very poor, and my childhood was…well…alright I guess." I paused a little to drink some water because my throat was killing me "I trained to become a great archer, "and I also had no friends" i mummbled. But then one night our town got raided by a gang of orcs. They burned the entire village, burned it all down to a crisp, all of our money and possessions stolen, everything…gone." i said with a tear running down my face. I managed to make it out alive but everyone else died, so now I'm on a quest for revenge and on a journey to become the best archer like my father before me.” "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

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: "My name is John Finglebottom. I was born in a small town named : Atheosis . I lived there with just me and my parents. My mother worked at a tavern and my father was an amazing archer, you could even say that he was the best. But we were very poor, and my childhood was…well…alright I guess. I trained to become a great archer, and I also had no friends. But then one night our town got raided by a gang of orcs. They burned the entire village, burned it all down to a crisp, all of our money and possessions stolen, everything…gone. I managed to make it out alive but everyone else died, so now I'm on a quest for revenge and on a journey to become the best archer like my father before me.” "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

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: "My name is John Finglebottom i was born in a small town with just me and my parents my dad is a servant and my mom didn't have any work. We were very poor. But then on one day our town got raided and both of my parents died, so im on a quest of revenge seeking those who raided my home town" "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

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: "My name is John Finglebottom i was born in a small town with just me and my parents my dad is a servant and my mom didn't have any work. We were very poor. But then on one day our town got raided and both of my parents died, so im on a quest of revenge seeking those who raided my home town" "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…