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?))
*I look at her for second not sayin anythin before puttin my sword down and sit down*...I was told I would meet someone...*i look around analyzing the tent before lookin at the woman*..I traveled 2 and halfyears here from the far north..to see the land my mother told me stories about before she was murdered by my father...*I pause thinking of my past* This armor..Its my treasure..and my curse...It was crafted to me by my father when I was young..He told me..¨nothin is better than a armor in this world full of dark beings¨..he was right..He was talkin about himself...He sold my mother to slave market to save himself..I putted on my ¨heroic¨ armor and I tried to stop him from draggin her out of the house and stabbed hes knee with my old knife..He didnt like that..He cursed ¨you arrogant bastard wont see nothin but the darkness and reality of this world¨..Thats when my mother tried defend me and he stabbed her to dead...He escaped the house with panicked look and never returned...I promised my mother in her last breaths that I will find him and make him see hes armor..hes blood end hes coward life and travel to the place she told me stories was the ¨dream land¨..But I only see my father in these peoples eyes and soul...I dont care who I need to stab in the back to get the endin and death in peace I deserve...Cos in this world..youcan trust no one..even your own blood...My name is Alanus Zarek Kothial..I am here to finish my story..bloody or peacefull...*my voice is filled with stuffed anger, past trauma and confidence*...*i bow my head respectfully to the woman before raisin up, takin my sword..and walkin out to the dark forest*
