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. Heya Spooky." The creaks and moans of the armor hugging the man after treading and traversing the tepid bog respond in same to the mans faltering movements due to fatigue of long winded travel. "A Magi I assume?" Emerging from the white winds of the mossy area, the man makes himself to be more and more apparent, striking a friendly demeanor towards the old hag, yet looming over her with his large stature. The frame of a Human, The voice of an Elf, The stature of a Orc hangs above her before sitting, clad in robed plated-metal armor makes him a sphinx as to who he is underneath it, with no skin or identifiable features being exposed.
"You have balls." He then quickly retracts his jovial statement, after looking at her again for a second or two. "Never mind. You got nerve, having a seat with a Magi Hunter outlaw. I'm Renegade. The new one, at least. Y'know.." "Wicked and mighty individuals unable to find themselves to be too corrupted, shall find themselves, UNDER THE RENEGADES BANE! Or, something like that." "I don't scream that every time I do something, if you're wondering. Heard some of my predecessors did. Nah, I'm.. A Superh- Super something. Super Soldier? Right. I should probably tell you about the old Renegade tale while I'm at it."
The man coughs: "Eh hurm!" Preparing a recounting of the smaller myth. "I'll do the quick rundown since I think I've been blabbing and not giving you time to talk yourself. The Renegade was an old smaller legend up east, debated to even exist. Takes from those with the highest of powers, and helps those with none. Steals from the rich, gives to the poor. Overambitious Magi finding themselves in jail cells.."
"Disappeared however after the last couple of centuries due to many theorized reasons. Being chased out by high class groups tired of the outlaw.. People fearing the powers or seemingly supernatural powers of The Renegade.. What was it..? Super-Strength, Super-Sense.. Flight.."
Despite having his face concealed, his mask stretches and shifts to be anxious, and he coughs. His hands, on the robes coiling his hips. "Yeah. I can, uh, totally do that stuff."
A fool can see through this lie, but despite this, the armored vigilant tries to still strike a more confident and dominant pose while recounting on his stool and memory.
"Any who. My actual backstory does not matter, because, you know, secret identity? But enough about me, lets talk about you, and what you wish of.." "THE RENEGADE!"
The Man Strikes a Heroic Pose, Jumping out of his Stool!
