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?)) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
I was born in a small village named "Raukawa village" it was small but very wealthy, as a child I was trained by my family's bow and sword master I mastered the art of combat. One day I woke up and my father sent me and my brother Jason Athens on a fishing trip to the deep sea everything was normal when we stepped on the boat but after a while of sailing i saw a huge creature in the water I walked to the edge of the boat then the boat started viciously rocking I looked at my brother Jason then over the boat into the water as i was looking over the boat shuck really hard causing me to fall down into the water the impact made me black out. when I woke up it was night and I washed up onto shore of a island and i look over the whole island for my brother or any sign of life sadly he was no where to be found,
