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.” "Hello to you too, but you're expecting me? I can hardly remmeber the last time someone really wanted something from me." Bartal sits down, waiting for the old woman to explain herself.
"You're a strange one, your scars tell me that you have a story but your spirit is deflecting me like it's all you have Bartal" The woman says. The room is dim and comforting but Bartal is still covered in confusion.
The womans voice sounds familliar and the hut...It looksa wierd mix between his own place and his childhood home. There's something off here.
Bartal startles, she knows his name... "Well that a really wierd way to ask someone you've never seen before how they're doing"
"Whether it is wierd or not is just a perspective but your path did lead you here so why hide it?"
"I haven't come all this way to be lectured by someone I don't know" Bartal has closed himself off like a shell, but for the woman it's as clear as day. Bartal is scared and he has been hurt. Bartal is bleeding from his arm and he barely moves his right leg.
"You are safe here Bartal, perhaps for the frist time in a long time " A gust of wind flies through the tent as the woman finishes her sentence, the wind lands as hard on Bartal as the words do. This place, this woman...it's all so strange, nothing fits, but the only thing in this hut that Bartal does understand is himself and it seems like she knows him too.
"Who are you woman?"
Suddenly lightning strikes the tent and the woman slowely fades into pitch black damp. Pure energy flows through bartal. Flashes of his past flow through him and wierdly aslo the tent. All the candles lift in the air and the wind gets stronger. The memory of his fathers fall bleeds through his mind and the black damp fades through it. The energy becomes stronger with the second and Bartal relives all he has ever lived in a split second. His town on fire, the orcs rekindeling his mothers skulland the blood on his hands. After that day he had ran for his whole life, never allowing these thuings to ever happening again was his goal, but sadly he's been alone for his the biggest part of his life. He's yelling in pain and trying to get a grasp on whats happening. Afther revisiting his life his eyes fade black and he gets consumed by the damp. He woke up later in his own tent.
"what a wierd nightmare"
