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.”
((i'm just a lonely man, wandering through the seven rivers and plains, just to found a spot like this quiet beautiful town.
I might have seen terific things, i assure you. Long ago I served a king. A mad king, to be precise. He killed people for pleasure, and feasted for himself and his family, while the the people and his own servants bellies's echoed throughout the hall and the entire kingdom, so hungry he made them.
When I led a revolution, peace was finally seen throughout the kingdom, until then I received news that forces allied with the late king had intercepted me. I
ran, until I could run no longer. Tens became hundreds; hundreds became thousands; thousands became hundreds of thousands; until then I found this magnificent kingdom
i'm dark and wearing all black by nature, but little do people know i collect cute kitty pictures so i can sleep well. I'm spookie, but not dangerous. I would never hurt a butterfly in my life.
There ain't much i would like to say. All i can say is that i'm a pacifist, and i would go through hell so that the flowers in this dimension could bloom.
I don't see myself as the leader of the world, i but definitely can rule. You won't see me searching for glory, but i can assure you nobody next to me dies without dignity))
