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?))
He would glare at the woman with eyes of a siren tensing almost as if she had poked at a festering wound. His eyes then softened closing his eyes he had spoke his voice soft but it spoke from the heart. "When I was not even a wee' Belyn. My Clahn was stolen from me; My Mihir slaughtered my Fyor... Unspeakable... My home was taken from me. I was too young to remember it all but I was only a child; my Byeder was only a baby. I just remember waking up to screams of the townsfolk and my Mihir shaking me awake; telling to take my Byeder and to run and not look back. He threw me his Dale something that he never wanted me to ever touch; I knew then that I wasn't going to see my Mihir again. That sword he gave me I could barely lift it I felt so small. He gave me my Byeder wrapped in a blanket tightly. The screams had gotten louder. I could smell the mix of blood, smoke and burning wood... I had to raise my brother without guidance..."
He would begin to stammer almost as if he struggled to remember his repressed memories from the trauma of when he was a young boy, his eyes almost tearful but he knew better then to show weakness he had to always be the strong one he thought. His eyes look down as he tried to catch himself from slipping from his mask.
"I am here to find out who killed my Clahn. I am here to find out who killed my people. I want to stop it from ever happening again. I want no one to feel the pain of losing ones Clahn. No one understands you more then your Clahn. I also want to discover my fathers obsession with this... Dale... and maybe taught how to truly wield it properly one day."
