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: (delete this)
"You've been expecting me? Interesting, I find that hard to believe, unless of course you say this to every wanderer that stumbles your way. I assume you'll try to tell my fortune by reading tea leaves, or perhaps you'll study my palm? Thanks but no thanks, I've no time for your parlor tricks and gold grabbing schemes. My story is my own, but I assure you, one day ALL will know my story. I will carve my name into the very bedrock of the world with my bare hands. My name will be legendary, even the heavens will reverberate with the sound of my voice. One day.... all will bow to my will. Zarinae Fireborne, the Conqueror of All.
