MareKsiadz

Your character has just woken up in a filthy tent, in a dark town. Looking around, her eyes encounter huts and cabins. The smell of rotten wood and wet moss fills her senses. She bends down and enters the worn-out tent that stood next to the one she woke up in, lit by a row of candles suspended in the air. From 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, gesturing to a cushion for her to sit on. "Tell me your story." ((How do you respond?)) Example: "I don’t remember too much…" Martin was very confused about where he was and where he had been. "I am sorry, what’s your name?" The old woman thinks for a while and answers, "It’s not very important right now. Tell me your story, and I will try to help you." After these words, she smiles a little, trying to calm the boy. Martin is still in shock, but he tries to remember what he was doing last. "I was riding on a rocky road with my horse, whose name is Romet. Then I heard a loud crack under the wheel of my cart, so I wanted to see if everything was fine. I’m not going to fool you—I was a little drunk, because earlier I met a funny guy on the road to the next village. This guy wanted to look at what I had in my offer, because I am a trader going from city to city, trying to live on the money I make from trading. It’s not very easy, but that type of life is kind of..." Martin thinks for a while, with a little sentimental smile. "interesting. But returning to the story: when I was showing this guy what I had on my cart, he seemed a little suspicious. He looked like a hobo, but he had something in his eyes that made me feel..." The old woman interrupts Martin with interest. "Scared?" Martin thinks for a while, trying to remember how the man was smiling at him. Then he says, "Scared... I think the better word is afraid. But after I showed him my goods, he offered me a drink and said, 'This will make your travel better.' I’m not that stupid to drink from other people’s bottles when they offer them, but he was drinking it too, so I thought it wasn’t poisoned. I also knew that this road travel wasn’t going to be fast, so I wanted to make it a little funnier." Martin stands up from the chair to take a breath and walk around, trying to remember more. "So, returning to the last thing I remember. When I got off the horse, I walked behind the cart. Then I saw pieces of a black bottle that had been crushed on the road behind my cart..." Martin ends his monologue and tries to remember more. When he tries to comb his hair, he feels a bandage for dressing wounds that was put on by the old woman. Then he remember. "And after I saw this bottle, I felt pain in the back of my head." Martin ends his story, and the old woman starts speaking. "Okay, I think I know what happened to you. This 'funny guy,' after he drank with you, deliberately dropped this bottle on your cart. When the bottle fell onto the road, you were confused by the sound. He or his companions could easily have eliminated you after you tried to check what happened. I think you are very lucky that you are alive." Martin now looks a little sad, but he is an optimistic type of guy who doesn’t worry too much, so it’s not visible on his face. "But wait... how am I here?" The old woman answers with a smile on her face. "You ran around my tent singing sea songs and screaming for help." "Oh... thanks, and sorry. I don’t remember that." "No problem, but... what are you going to do now?" "Me? I will try to return to my old life as a trader. But I must take revenge, or at least meet the guy who gave me the drink." After these words, Martin says goodbye and leaves the tent with the feeling that he is going to have a very interesting future. The first thing he wants to do is try to get some type of transport, like a new horse, because Romet is probably not alive anymore, or is in very bad hands.

Your character has just woken up in some filthy tent, in a dark town. Looking around, her eyes encounter huts and cabins. The smell of rotten wood and wet moss fills her senses. She bends down and enters the worn-out tent that stood next to the one she woke up in, lit by a row of candles suspended in the air. From 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, gesturing to a cushion for her to sit on. "Tell me your story." ((How do you respond?)) Example: "I dont remeber too much..." - Martin was very confused where He is and where He was. - "I am sorry, whats your name?" The old woman in tent is thinking for a while and answer - Its not very important right now, tell me about your story right now and I will try to help you. - after this sentences she smile a little, trying to calm down a boy. Martin was still in shock, but He is trying to remember what he was doing last time. - I was riding on a rocky road with my horse thats name is Romet, then I heard a little loud crack under wheel in my cart, so i wanted to see if there is eveything fine. I am not gonna to fool you, I was little drunk beacouse earlier I meet a funny guy on the road to next village. This guy wanted to look what I have in my ofert, beacouse I am a trader that going from city to city trying to live with a money that I am mading of trading. It not very easy but that type of life is kinda... - Martin thinks for a while with a little sentimental smile - Intresting, but returning to history. When I was showing this guy what I had on my cart he seemed a little suspicious, He was looking like hobo but he had something in his eyes that made me feel... The old woman with a interst interupts a Martin - Scared? Martin thinks for a while trying to remind how this guy was smiling to him then he is saying - Scared, I think the better word is afraid. But after I showed him my loot He offer me a drink for and sayed "This make you have a better travel". I am not that stupid to drink from others bottles when they offers it, but He was drinking it so i tought so its not poisoned and I knew that this road travel is not going to be fast so I wanted to make it funny a little. - Martin stay up from a chair to take a breath and walk around to remeber more - So returning to the last thing i remember, when I get off the horse, I walked up behind the cart, then I saw a pieces of black bottle that was crushed on the way behind my cart... - Martin ends he's monologe and try to remind more things. Then when he try to comb hair, He feel a fabric for dressing wounds what was put on by the old women. And then He remind - and after i seen this bottle, I felt pain on the back of my head. - Martin ended hes history then an old women started to saying. -Okey, I think, I know what happend to you. This "funny guy" after he drink with you, He specially drop this bottle on your cart. And when the bottle drops on the road, You was confused what was that sound, he or his supports could easliy eliminate you, after you tryed to recognize what happend. I think that you are very lucky that you are alive. Martin now looks a little sad but He is a optimistic type of guy that dont worry to much so its not visable for his face - But wait... How I Am here? The old woman with a smile on her face answer the question - You ran around my tent singing some sea songs and screaming for help. -Oh... thanks and sorry, I did not remember that -No problem, but... what are you going to do now? -Me? I will try to return to my old life of a trader. But I must revenge or although meet this guy that gave me a drink. After this words Martin he said "Goodbye" and leaved the tent with feeling that He will going to have very intresting future. First what he want to do is trying to get some type of transport like for exemple new horse, beacouse Romet is propably not alive or it is in not very good hands.