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?))
"Uhm... Well... Oh divines, where do I start..." Frilmir said under his breath before speaking once more. "Well, I was born in the Winter of SA 54, just right after the war of Crown and Crozier had ended. I grew up in a poor family with two siblings, but we were loved. I know we were. After all, my mother and father always made sure to care for us and supply us with the necessities, even though coin was short." The young man smiled thinking back to his family. "I always liked playing with my brothers, but I think they thought I was boring. I wasn't much of a fan of combat like they were, after all. Strange, I know." He sighed. Then a memory came back to him. Remembering what had happened when he had grown a few years older left a chill down his spine as his smile faded into a frown.
"When I was 7 years of age, our life seemed to get harder. Coin was getting harder to come by after my father had been released from his work by his employers. Our food situation was worse than it had ever been after this. My mother and father would sometimes not even eat and give us their food just so we could eat. It felt horrible." He looked down before adding on even more. "It got so bad that when I had become 11 years of age, we lost our home. We were forced into the streets of what the world now knows as the Empire of Man. But mother and father didn't seem to be hopeless. They still worked really hard, even if things were really tough." Frilmir stopped, giving himself a short pause. Remembering all of this left a bad taste in his mouth.
"One of my brothers had began to resort to theft to get the family food, but he was always scolded by mother and father for doing so, even if it put food on the table. Then, one day, during his secret trips to steal, he vanished. He hadn't come home, and I never saw him again. I still wonder where he might be, or if he's okay. But if my mother and father had taught me much of anything, then I knew that we couldn't lose hope. And so, I held on."
"When the Kingdom of Norland had been seized and taken control of by our own Kingdom, my mother, father, and remaining brother paid no mind. But I did. To me, it didn't seem right to do such a thing. But of course, we had our own problems, and I was too young and too poor to even think about protesting against such an action." He finished, but soon added on once more.
"We continued about our lives, and eventully, we were able to afford a home again, albeit much smaller than our previous. Though I was glad to have a roof under our heads again." Frilmir smiled. It seemed as if everything in his story was looking good again. "So we lived a happier life. Though we always wondered where my brother who had thieved for survival was, and deep down, I think mother and father knew he was long gone, just as my remaining brother and I did. He was never coming back." He frowned once more, but attempted to put on his smile again. "When I became 18 years of age, I decided to go out and try living my own life. Since then, it's been a struggle to survive, but I've managed. And uh, that's basically it for my story. I hope I didn't bore you." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head as story time seemed to come to a close.
