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?))
“Aye, you know my name, eh?” rumbles as he drops onto the seat, shifting his weight with a grunt. “Bohrak Axebringer, born under the stone of Urguan.” “My father, was a well known master smith and tuaght me to be the man I am today." My mother, was a gemcutter, sharp as a diamond and twice as hard, a woman who carved beauty from stone even when the world offered none.” “Growing up, I was expected to follow the same path swing the hammer, tend the forge, carve out a place beneath the mountain like everyone before me. But… I wanted more.” clenches fists firmly “I left the mountain halls to break free to craft more than just steel, to find purpose beyond the stone. I crossed the grasslands, wandered through human settlements, and climbed the towering peaks, lookin for somethin more... than just dwarves, more than just tradition and the clang of iron.” “And here I am, sittin in a bog sunken tent, starin down a future I never could’ve imagined."
