iralolira

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.” "my story you say hmm.... that's something deeply personal yet i feel as if i have no choise but to say it" takes a seat on the floor with crossed legs "where to start hmmm, well i guess you could say my story starts 4 years ago when i left my land at the age of 15. i lived in a small vilage in a old forest of willows by the coast with my mother and 2 sisters my mother had been a hunter and had not returned one day when i was 11. well in this village everything was peacfull we fished hunted and wove untill one day a group of bandits.. *stuters and whipes eye* came and ruined everything they killed my mother and sisters and took the rest of the villgers slaves if they survived.. i barely escaped buy hideing in the wine celler for 3 days when i came out everything was burned and there was no one left. so i travled south as i had heard there where free lands there for 5 years until i ended up here after my long jorney. now will you tell me your story?

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.” ira looks at the old hag for a long while then with a sigh the begin to speak. " first i must say there is not much to tell as i awoke in a cave by the sea with nothing but a silver dagger engraved with a fox. but i must make it clear i rember nothing before this i do not know why but sometimes i get quick glimpse of thing that i believe are my past. with a slight shudder after that statement ira continues. as i sed i awoke in that cave with nothing but that dagger but as i looked around i saw a engravings on the wall which sed. "all that awaken here go south to the swamp and speak the truth". so that i did i went south for 3 days until i reached here and met you although on my treck i had to hunt for food and water and i used the dagger but it was so easy as if i had been trained with it for many years". but with a shrug the stated "but still i do not know but now that i have told you my story it is time for you to tell me where i am and what these lands are.

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.” oh what is there to tell i woke up a week ago with nothing but a silver dagger with a raven on its hilt and a note to go west i rembered nothing so i did what the note sed i whent west thure this swamp eating what i could find and killing a rabit for it fer wich i used to make a pouch it was so easy tho the strokes of the knife i feel i must have learned the blade in the past but as i walked i saw things in my mind of trees and caves and people of many races but that is all i know the quick flashs of what must be my past and so i walked for days until i ended up here and met u