Pether

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.” My character steps into the tent, wrinkling their nose at the sharp smell of melted wax and damp cloth. The flickering candles cast shaky shadows across the worn cushions, and for a moment, they pause to take it all in. At the back, the old hag lifts her head, squinting as if trying to read their thoughts. My character swallows and moves forward, lowering themselves onto the cushion, hands clasped loosely in their lap. “I… I’ve been traveling for a long time,” they say, voice quiet and uneven, “looking for answers. I don’t really know what I’m meant to do, but I was told you might help me figure it out.” They glance around again, letting the soft candlelight warm their shoulders, before meeting the hag’s gaze and waiting.

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.” Pether takes a deep breath, give a look outside the tent: right, left and right again, then, after a brief esitation, he walks towards the cushion. But when he is about to sit he sae a strange thing: from each side of cushion ironed lether straps are sticking out. He istantly look over the hag and he relises: those eyes, those black shiny evil eyes. He saw them that day, whan he lost everything, almost 15 years ago, those eyes killed his mom. "You ...." he tries to talk but his mouth is petrified, in a second he takes his sharpest knife and throw it to the witch, but neither to say she blocks it with a move of her hand, then, trows a strange green fluid to Pether. Pether opens his eyes and finds himself in a dark cage ..... .....