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 bizarre of you to be expecting me,i wasn't expecting such wanting company.Names Macbeth,call me Mac.
and where...never mind. I've been on an expedition to find something of mine that appears to be lost in time." i say as i look around at the ominous tent that's somehow bigger on the inside than the outside.
"When i was younger my father". Nodding to the gold cross body i wear. "gifted me a Long-sword, one that's been handed down to me from generations of sharpening not only its blade but its temper. and well, it seems the temper has taken a hold of the sword as i lost it to a filthy mugger one night while i was sleeping. Since then I've been traveling to find out who stole it so i can kindly ask for it back." grabbing my sheath revealing another rusty long sword in place of mine.
I walk across the tent to find a map laying across a table with a marker of where we are among other randomness that i cant understand."this is peculiar... i started in Koyo-Kuni and i SWORE that i was headed to Numendil, but i guess we are right outside of Burgundy. I guess i should follow my directions better,huh?" i say as i eye the other side of the tent,only half waiting her response.
The witch looks happily at me yet almost as if shes reminiscing on something far too deep in her memories for me to even WANT to figure out. I'm supposed to be in a whole different nation by now, not cooped up in a tent with someone who thinks they can "show me on the right path".
"well it seems fate has drug you across to me,which could be beneficial for you,VEY."
i was just rounding the other side of the tent when she uttered that name. My name. The name i swore to forget and bury in the past. I shove my way through what little items she had and shooed away the floating candles,unsheathing my sword and nearly throwing it to her neck until something stopped me. Not hand,or a weapon,almost like a field around her that protected her from my swing. "How do you know that name" i snive, blade still pushing into the bubble.
Oh,so you DO respond to that,i was worried you were going to walk out,now sit!" she says and in a flash all the candles are snuffed out and replaced by red dimly lit ones. all at the same time i was forced down to my hands and knees by what felt like large hands gripping at my shoulders. i drop the sword and look up at her,still as calm as ever,at least to my knowledge. i can barely see anything. "Are we ready to talk now?" i hang my head and reluctantly bow. "whatever just happened is beyond my power and i know i am outside my realm." She cackles and the weight i lifted off me, i look around for something to sit on that wasn't already thrown around and found a log that was needing to be cut into wood. As i grab it i realize just how much bigger the tent has become since i walked in, it's almost big enough call a fight. "so,what have i been called here for." still not wanting to be here,especially after what just transpired.
"well you started rambling on about what you were doing this very moment,and that's not what i asked of you. I want to know your story." "fine,fine," i stammer,still looking around as it feels smaller again, messing with my eyes more than it should.
"i guess I'll tell you my story."
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The thin man looks around, enamored by the lights but obviously wary. "the name's MacBeth, call me mac". He says cautiously. "and where... never mind, I've been on an expedition to find something of mine that appears to be lost in time,and when i was younger, my father gifted me a long sword, one that's been handed down to me from generations of sharpening not only its blade but its temper. and well, it seems the temper has taken a hold of the sword as i lost it to a filthy mugger one night while i was sleeping." The tent growing with anticipation as the witch eyes the man with an eagerness unkin to him. as he saunters around the tent eyeing the items on display,he spots a map, tainted with age. He takes a look and notices he is in a not-so-nearby town from where he is supposed to be.
"this is peculiar... i started in Koyo-Kuni and i SWORE that i was headed to Numendil, but i guess we are right outside of Burgundy. I guess i should follow my directions better,huh?" he sighs and rounds off to the other side of the tent, where some items lay that is unfamiliar to him, a ram horn, a skull and moss lay interconnected almost ritualistic. he starts heading for the misshapen exit and the witch expands the tent even more,and growing in size herself. "well it seems fate has drug you across to me,which could be beneficial for you,VEY."
In a flash quicker than even the witch expected the scraggly man find his way to the other side of the domicile, sword in hand. But she was prepared for this. Her magic protecting her from anyone that finds hatred in her. "How do you know that name!" he hisses,struggling against the witches magick but still expending more force than what is normally capable. "ah,he is special"the witch thinks.
"Oh,so you DO respond to that"she cackles. she says to him. using her mind,and not her mouth. the voice protruding into his mind rather than through his ears."i was worried you were going to walk out,now sit!" Afterwards he is forced into a kneeling position. losing his worthless sword in the process. out of breath and dazed, he looks up at her,shocked to see that she is much more than what she was just a minute ago. "Are we ready to talk now?" she exclaims. more of an answer in itself than a question. Only then does he look around and see the tent for what it really is,a facade to what is really more akin to a dungeon. admitting defeat, he raises weakly. "So what have i been called here for?"
she releases me fully and points to a log that was knocked over, and motions to sit. "well you started rambling on about what you were doing this very moment,and that's not what i asked of you. I want to know your story." She tilts her head when she says this. obviously prying. "fine,fine," i proclaim. obviously still shaken. He takes a seat on the log and leans back, muscles showing through what little armour he has on. "i guess I'll tell you my story."
