WilliamFlea

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?)) *Asteryion eyes the woman suspiciously* "I'm surprised that you have expected me, I travelled from quite aways under little scrutiny, but alas, *he lowers himself to sit before her* I will indulge you, I hail from a foreign land, far beyond these shores, I was born the son of a sailor, and a mistral. *He pauses thinking* I have long harbored a great ambition within me, many lord own titles and responsibility, but are not worthy of the burden, So I strive to gain those responsibilities onto myself, and become the worthy lord, and forge a great legacy. *he smiles to himself* To that end, I have fought as a sell sword, served in fleets, and born royal edicts to far away provinces, I'm sure it will all be worth it one day.... *takes a breath* But, this is not my homeland, this continent. We shall see where I go, life has much more to show me I'm sure, I embrace it arrival with abated breath. Common folk grow tired of the status quo, kings, dynasties, Nepotism. they are waking up, I'm lucky enough too be a herald of the change. you just watch. I will lay a legacy none will forget.