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.”
"I was born in The great kingdom of Urguan, in the city of Kal'Urguan, my father was a fighter, he fought in many wars, but he died in the Three-Month war, i always looked up to him as my hero, he still is to this day. I am from the royal line but too far to make any connection with the royal house. i have trained a long time to be the most elite fighter i could be, although i am not nearly as good as i want to be. I am still filled with hate towards humans and i am seeking revenge for my father. This is my Greataxe Requiem, bringer of eternal sorrow" *he takes out his axe from the holster on his back* "it was a gift from my father, it once belonged to my grandfather, who gave it to my father" * puts his axe back in the holster* "i hope to have many great adventures with it."
