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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?)) Gianmario would straighten himself before speaking "My name is Gianmario Fernando Maria Luigi il Forte. My mother was a sailor and my father was a drunk, spirits was our business, winemaking in particular" he would uncork a flask "Ten weeks ago, I went on a journey, a journey to a town named....ah Merda, I forget" he takes a long gulp of his flask, filled with wine. "I was to sell goods there, barrels of wine and spirits as well as beer and vodka I had bought cheaply from a Raev merchant under bankruptcy, his prices truly were criminal..." he would take a pause "But then the soldiers came to me when I was selling in the town square, and they took down my poor cart, all the wine and the spirits GONE! Just in an instant" He stretches his arms outward as if it was an explosion. "They came to me and started beating me with clubs, a thief they called me...trying to put their local brewery out of business they said...as if anyone would drink that piss they sold." A single tear pours from his eye as he reflects on the high grade spirits that were lost that day, and he goes to drink another gulp from his flask "Now I must receive another shipment or I shall find myself in the red. They tried to ruin me that day, and ruined me they did, but I shall not faulter, Gianmario shall be the most well renowned Winemaker in the land!"

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?)) Well, I do not know, the road took me here to this dump of a dump in a hole full of dirt", Gustave would state with a slur to his voice, the telltale sign of severe inebriation . "My parents always told me I was a special boy. at age 10, my father told me I was kicked in the head by a donkey. I laid broken and unconscious for several days, but alas throughout this I had begun to recieve visions of Horen himself, speaking to me, and to only me." Gustave would state with a shout. My parents did not like my new visions, and so sent me away to my grunkle, who i call grunk" Gustave's eye was noticably twitching, with a slight tinge of insanity. "My Grunk was a pious man, he knew all of the women in town and spent his time at the tavern, which he told me was as good as a place to worship as the church." Gustave would descend to inane ramblings about random addages and peasant superstitutions his grunkle would instill into his foolish mind "He taught me many things, like that elves are born 9 months after you shit next to a tree, that is why I dont shit next to trees, there are already too many elves.""The voices continued speaking to me, after the incident, and it was during these years that I learned it was the voice in my head was the great Horen himself, the founder of mankind, and that I Gustave ca'soudener is his Herald" Gustave would erupt into a speech with a fiery passion "But the village did not like this, for they were enamored by sin, the priestman came into my grunk's house and burn it down, and I ran, I ran, I ran, down from the midlands into the desert." "I didnt have shoes, the sand burned, and so did my faith, it burned brightly, the villagers called me the "the Loon" but I am not a cloth weaver, I am a saint, the savior of mankind" Gustave would cackle maniacally with an intensity that would unnerve even the patient and calmly listening hag. "I GO FOURTH NOW, FOR MANKIND, FOR HOREN, TO END THE CURSE AND BRING THE DOMINANCE OF MANKIND" Gustave would ran hapazardly in a drunkard matter, The hag knew of the place he sought within the desert, and believed he would not survive the orcs and the iron horde, but alas, crazier things have happened, and this self-titled "Saint of Horen" is no more special than any other average village idiot.