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?)) Note:Orgoth refers to himself in the third person (In a gruff voice) Orgoth: My name is Orgoth, I have travelled far and wide from the mountains in the north, where home and family were taken from me by nasty humans. Orgoth came from a destitute home that barely survived the harsh winter conditions of mountains. My mother was strict would not let Orgoth and brother Thrum sit idle during day unless snow covered cave entrance. She cooked all food and made brother and Orgoth chop wood for fire to keep warm. During winter, She forced Orgoth and brother to catch and eat rats to not go hungry. Father was a miner who would leave for most of day and come back at night. If family was hungry enough, he would go to human town to steal food. One night, when Orgoth was 16, he left to get food and didn't come back.(Back to the tent) Orgoth sits back in his chair, and sighs as a lone tear drips down his cheek. Orgoth collects himself and continues: Brother Thrum was only companion growing up. Once when Orgoth was caught in storm, Thrum went out and brought me back to cave. That day Orgoth would have died if not for Thrum. One day, while Orgoth when coming home from mine, I saw there was smoke coming from cave. Orgoth ran in and saw the bodies of brother and mother laying there dead.(Back to the tent) Orgoth: Orgoth wishes only to find who killed family and kill them like they killed family. Hag: Go forth Orgoth, and avenge your dead family! Orgoth stands and leaves the tent, with only revenge on his mind.
