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Ribaka

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    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?)) She takes me by surprise but only for a moment as i gather myself and answer,"The air is thick with mystery here, isn't it? It feels like every shadow has a secret to tell. Well, my story is a tapestry woven with threads of curiosity and exploration. I've wandered through valleys of knowledge, scaled mountains of experience, and sailed across seas of imagination. At every turn, I've encountered people and places that have left indelible marks on the canvas of my journey. But today, I find myself drawn to this enigmatic town, seeking perhaps a new chapter or an unexpected twist in the narrative. And what of you? What tales does this town hold in its murky embrace?" She is quick to answer,"Ah, the stories this town holds are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Each inhabitant carries a tale, whispered between the creaks of these old wooden walls. Some speak of ancient legends, others of hidden treasures buried deep within the swamps. There are stories of curses and blessings intertwined, of spirits that roam the mist-laden paths, and of forgotten rituals that echo through time. This town, shrouded in its own enigma, is a tapestry woven with the threads of both wonder and dread. It draws wanderers seeking answers or solace, weaving them into its own narrative. Perhaps you're here to add a new chapter or unravel a mystery long veiled in obscurity.From where are you my boy?" I start to laugh before i answer,"You got yourself quite the tongue,huh[clicks tongue].I hail from the Barony of Verskaya under the noble House of Godunov all of my family were retainers since the times of Karl III,but i got tired of that lifestyle and decided to go on a adventure to hone myself." The old hag leans forward, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and wisdom. "A little boy from under the House of Godunov seeking a different horizon, are you? The weight of history and duty can be a heavy cloak to shed. But within every boy's heart lies a yearning for freedom, an itch for the unknown. Tell me, young wanderer, what echoes from your past still linger in the whispers of your present? And what secrets do you seek to unearth as you tread upon this uncharted terrain?" Im surprised by her wisdom again as i say."I carry the whispers of ancient oaths and the weight of expectations long held by my lineage. Yet, in the embrace of this unknown, I seek liberation from the predefined paths. My footsteps carve a new tale, one where I discover the depths of my own strengths and weaknesses. The secrets I seek are not of gold or treasure, but of self-discovery and the unraveling of the mysteries that reside within. I am but a page, yearning to be filled with the stories of this world beyond the confines of nobility." With that words i leave the tent and start my journey filled with hope for the future.
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