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:
As someone who saw himself as the lowest creature in Orcgrimmar, he harbored an insatiable hunger for power and a relentless drive to rise to a higher position. One day, he decided to push the limits of his power in Orcgrimmar and find a way to gain even more strength. For this purpose, he resolved to seek the help of a witch renowned for her wisdom and magic. As he stepped into the mysterious atmosphere of the swamps, the voices of the people he had plundered and slain still echoed in his mind. But the only thing that mattered to him was the witch's power and wisdom. Eventually, amidst the decaying trees, he found the towering, dark, and mysterious tower that served as the witch's home. Approaching the witch's home in the mysterious atmosphere of the swamps, his heart was pounding rapidly. The mist seeping through the decaying stones of the building only added to its mystery, fueling his excitement further. Gathering his courage, he stepped up to the door and took a deep breath. With a deep sigh, he reached out to knock on the door.
This was the story of how Griznok came here.
Griznok hesitantly knocks on the door of the towering, dark tower. The heavy wood emits a hollow thud in the swampy silence. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Griznok steps inside cautiously, his eyes scanning the shadows.
Witch: (Emerging from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge) Welcome, Griznok. I've been expecting you.
Griznok: (Startled, but trying to maintain composure) How did you know my name?
Witch: (With a crooked smile) I know many things, dear Griznok. Come, sit. Tell me why you seek my counsel.
Griznok: (Taking a seat on a worn cushion, his muscles tense with anticipation) I seek power. More power than Orcgrimmar has ever known. I've heard tales of your
wisdom and magic. I need your guidance to ascend to a higher position, to become... more.
Witch: (Nodding knowingly) Ah, yes. The hunger for power can drive even the lowliest creature to great lengths. But power comes with a price, Griznok. Are you prepared to pay it?
Griznok: (Without hesitation) I am. Whatever it takes.
Witch: (Leaning in, her voice dropping to a whisper) Then listen closely, for the path to true power is fraught with peril and sacrifice. But fear not, for with my guidance, you shall tread it safely.
And so, deep into the night, Griznok and the witch delve into the secrets of dark magic and forbidden knowledge, forging a bond that will shape Griznok's destiny forever.
