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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.” *Jayon was feeling confused* “uuhhh... have i met you before??” Old Hag: *chuckled* “no, you haven't but i asked you first” *she smiled* *Jayon was still suspicious of the old hag, but still replied with his story* “In the kingdom of Eldoria, I, Jayon, a once proud soldier, now exiled through siege from my homeland, embarked on a quest to seek redemption for my fathers tarnished honor, but my father, “Richard” ‘Rest his soul’ died due to his obsession of legends and myths. Everyone thought he was mad about the treasure and that, ‘it doesn’t exist’ This always drove my mother, “flur”, crazy. The arguments that were always in my house hold were brutal but, I always looked fondly at my father’s stories of treasures. I never thought he was mad. So rumors whispered of a hidden treasure concealed within a murky village deep in the swamps, and it was there that I hoped to find solace. As I ventured through the dense, fog-laden marshes, seeking the elusive treasure, I stumbled upon a humble tent, its tattered fabric barely standing against the elements. Seeking shelter from the encroaching darkness, I cautiously entered, hoping for respite from my weary travels. Yet little did I know that within this abode, I would uncover not only refuge from journey, but then came across you... now let me ask again, have I met you before??” (Old Hag giggled) “You'll find out...”

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?)) Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Eldoria, there lived a valiant knight named Sir Jayon. He was known far and wide for his courage, skill in combat, and unwavering loyalty to the king. Sir Jayon had embarked on a quest to investigate rumors of a long-lost temple hidden deep within the enchanted forest on the outskirts of the kingdom.As he ventured deeper into the dense forest, following the ancient map he had discovered in the royal archives, Sir Aldric finally stumbled upon the remains of the fabled temple. The once grand structure now lay in ruins, its stone walls crumbling and covered in thick vines and moss.Curious and determined, Sir Jayon cautiously entered the dilapidated temple, his sword drawn and his senses sharp. As he explored the eerie corridors and dark chambers, a mysterious energy seemed to pulse through the air, sending shivers down his spine.Suddenly, as he reached the heart of the temple, Sir Jayon found himself standing before a shimmering, dark purple portal unlike anything he had ever seen. Without warning, the portal began to swirl and pulsate, pulling him into its depths with irresistible force.In an instant, Sir Jayon was transported to a strange and surreal world unlike anything he had ever imagined. Everything around him was composed of colorful blocks, towering mountains, vast oceans, and lush forests stretching out as far as the eye could see.Confused but undaunted, Sir Jayon realized that he was no longer in Eldoria, but in a realm entirely foreign and unknown to him. Determined to unravel the mysteries of this bizarre world and find a way back home, the brave knight set forth on a new quest, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in this world of blocks."