Tourque Warchest

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.” "I grew up in a quiet little village with my mother and father. my parents always wanted to have another child. But when the preparations for the next child were almost complete, my mother died of an infection from a wolf bite when she went to pick blueberries for my birthday cake. Over time, my father also died and I started a family, I had a beautiful wife, Sofia, and two sons, Lukas and John." I started to cry "But one day, our village was attacked by raiders. They burned everything to ashes and killed my family. I had no choice but to run, I was chased by raiders for a long time, but luckily I managed to escape them," stop crying and become angry "And now I want nothing more than revenge and I will take revenge on those ******* orcs!" I calmed down "but then I arrived and you already know."