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?)) Uhh.. well, I don't remember much, I've kinda blocked it out due to trauma but from what I can recall, I was about 6... I use to follow my step-father around while he worked, I'd do it every single day, until well... our village got attacked. People were dying, left and right.. I got struck on my shoulder, I blacked out from the blood loss. I woke up a few hours later with a medic tending to my wounds, ever since then I've set my mind on revenge, I've traveled a lot, I've fought a lot of battles, and I'm finally close to reaching my goal.
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