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?))
Memories of epic hunts and perilous pursuits flashing before me like a tapestry of the realm. I begin to recount the days when I was but a squire, my youthful spirit aflame with the dream of knighthood. As I spoke, the flickering fire seemed to mirror the fervor in my eyes. My journey led me through dense forests where monstrous beasts roared, their shadows cast by the pale light of the moon. I describe the thrill of the hunt, the clash of steel against fang and claw, and the silent victories over creatures that haunted the nightmares of common folk. Yet, the path of a knight was not solely paved with the prints of great beasts. my voice grew more somber as i recounted the times i had pursued traitors, shadows lurking within the courtly intrigues of the realm. i speak of the weight of loyalty and the sacrifices demanded by the pursuit of justice.
In the quiet moments that followed, I reveal the scars etched into my soul by the choices made under the banner of duty. Each scar told a story of sacrifice and resilience, of a knight who had weathered storms both within and without. As I delved into the stories of traitors pursued, my tone shifted, the warmth of the fire no longer mirroring the exhilaration of the hunt. I spoke of shadows lurking within courtly intrigues, the weight of loyalty, and the sacrifices demanded by the pursuit of justice.
In the quiet aftermath, my voice took on a somber cadence, revealing the scars etched into my soul by the choices made under the banner of duty. Each scar told a story of sacrifice and resilience, of weathering storms both within and without. With each tale, I felt the weight of those moments, the decisions that shaped not only the realm but the very core of who I was. In the hushed moments that followed the unspoken understanding of a life lived on the edge of honor and steel. The night wore on, the embers glowing in the darkness, and I realized that in sharing these stories, I wasn't just recounting a series of events. I was unraveling the essence of a man who had walked through the fires of his own choices, striving to carve a path of righteousness in a realm shrouded in shadows.
I do this all in silence, for glory is a lie, and victory is not enough
