minegod5678

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" he sighs in regret and sorrow wishing he didn't have to hear those words again. they troubled him for years but he always knew someone would ask not knowing who they where he started to tell her... "I am Alaric thorne. my once proud home town that is now ruins because of the mercenaries named the red hand." "I am the sole survivor of their invasion. filled with vengeance, I took up the life of a knight to stop the red hand. I searched for a master to teach me how to use my blade and after 3 years of training I defeated the red hand. The whole city celebrated and I have been saving other villages from people like the red hand ever since." Though his path is dark and narrow, he hopes he will find peace one day but that's after everyone no longer lives in fear. he wants to be remembered not as a hero but as a reminder to those who tread upon the helplessness that justice, through slow, will find them."