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 use the Window + H mic key to type cause its just faster)
((How do you respond?))
that is curious Madam? Do you perhaps know my history if you were expecting me here I have been forgotten to myself in the world. If you wish to know what I know of my story then that shall be the grievance I shall pay for knowledge of your expectations. I woke up on the forest with not but the clothes on my back my mind foggy I did the only thing I knew how to do I walked and then I walked and then I walked some more I've seen many sights and that many people on the road yet my understanding the world feels so lacking despite my experiences is after all they were small and short such as helping an elderly woman in get home to her town or dealing with a bandit abandoned who was too cocky for their own good but my story is yet to truly been developed his its why i have travel to this land in hopes of finding my story maybe a connection to my past be it in ruins or thriving civilizations
