Nivlek

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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: "wah... wah ah..." It was clear that the orc was having trouble speaking and he coughed a little before trying to communicate again "What..." he sighs and looks at the witch "waah wah ah... No... I remember a lot, I like to fight a lot and be faithful to the battle." He smiles at the witch, slightly raising his thumb ""I live alone, hunt alone and look for company for the hunt..." *Raises his hand asking for a jug* "I lived fighting for a long time" "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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: The person stretches a little and I place my hand on my chin, looking at the other person quite nostalgic... "Most of his memories are blurry, he only remembers colors fondly and some words, along with a certain chill with people of old abilities... becoming repulsive to him." He would lightly caress his head with some apparent pain quite strong... "There was a time when sadness oppressed me, when pain was something I could not bear. But I learned to bear it, to carry it without complaining, to bear it until it became part of me. There was a time when joy meant something, when I still had room to smile, to feel that spark in my soul." I continue caressing my head and then sigh and look directly at him "But all that also faded, and emotions stopped making sense. Now the world passes in front of me, without touching me. And today, all that remains is this face, expressionless, carved in stone. My gaze, fixed and cold like a monolith and in my heart, only one thing remains, immutable and firm, perseverance. That is my essence, what defines my existence. Because I am Odysseus is the little I remember..." He laughs lightly taking a jug while smiling at the person who meets him I approach... "I'm an insignificant person, but I'm also unbreakable. I'm... just a man looking for a home... or maybe another war for his own entertainment without thinking about the rest... Maybe I'm evil?" He keeps smiling... while looking in another direction as if avoiding any answer... then laying his chest and face on the bar... "The darkness was my only company for what seemed like days, maybe I'm just someone looking for entertainment like drinking my god I'm in misery." He stands up slightly from the bar "Do you know any place where a vagabond like me is welcome?" I would lift the mug and start drinking while I watch him out of the corner of my eye. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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: The person stretches a little and I place my hand on my chin, looking at the other person quite nostalgic... "Most of his memories are blurry, he only remembers colors fondly and some words, along with a certain chill with people of old abilities... becoming repulsive to him." He would lightly caress his head with some apparent pain quite strong... "There was a time when sadness oppressed me, when pain was something I could not bear. But I learned to bear it, to carry it without complaining, to bear it until it became part of me. There was a time when joy meant something, when I still had room to smile, to feel that spark in my soul." I continue caressing my head and then sigh and look directly at him "But all that also faded, and emotions stopped making sense. Now the world passes in front of me, without touching me. And today, all that remains is this face, expressionless, carved in stone. My gaze, fixed and cold like a monolith and in my heart, only one thing remains, immutable and firm, perseverance. That is my essence, what defines my existence. Because I am Odysseus is the little I remember..." He laughs lightly taking a jug while smiling at the person who meets him I approach... "I'm an insignificant person, but I'm also unbreakable. I'm... just a man looking for a home... or maybe another war for his own entertainment without thinking about the rest... Maybe I'm evil?" He keeps smiling... while looking in another direction as if avoiding any answer... then laying his chest and face on the bar... "The darkness was my only company for what seemed like days, maybe I'm just someone looking for entertainment like drinking my god I'm in misery." He stands up slightly from the bar "Do you know any place where a vagabond like me is welcome?" I would lift the mug and start drinking while I watch him out of the corner of my eye. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…