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?)) Example: Greetings.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until a hand cliches into my shoulder. Chills are travelling under the shining armour that is holding the cold hand of the old hag just an inch from my frivoulous skin.
- Take a place on the shore, wonderer... sais a voice with firm tone. Fear not for I will show you your next adventures outcome!
I feel unwilling to follow, but all the same resting assured that this encounter will definetly summon the unforgiving demon I awited to encounter...
