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: Sugbu:I was born in the village called cheshnos I had lovley parents and devilish brothers. "I had a tough childhood" i said sadly, my parents were great warriors and my brothers to, but me i was weak. That made me a target for my brothers Dul and Dregu they bullied me, and i was to affraid to fight back. So one day i did something that changed my live i fought back and obviously lost but i kept trying and then it happend, I pushed Dul so hard with an ability no one ever had its called dark push he did not survive that. I had to train to become stronger and it worked i became strong and learned dark magic it was so powerful that i could feel it. But the day that my dad died made me angry ,so angry that my dark magic became so strong it exploded and it burned the whole village. I ran to the forest and never came out thats why i look like this now i live in a lil hut in the mountain and i like it. Also my magic became stronger than ever. "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…
