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 clears his throat and looks into the hag's eyes with authority and conviction. "I have little to no recollection of my past self.. which I'm sure you know." He balls up his fist and sharpens his breath. "I was lead here by my heart with only one thing on it. Revenge. O' Wise one, who was it.." He takes a deep shaky breath. "Who killed my one true love?" The strike on his head should have been lethal. It should have erased everything, but his heart endured. All he remembers are those last three hours. Sneaking out, sitting under the stars with his Lady Kazmas. He lead her up the hill by his home. They sat and talked for hours. Maybe, if they had stayed just one minute less or one minute more it would have been different. As they returned home, only guided by the lanterns of town, a hooded figure draped in chains, appeared behind them and tapped them on the shoulder. He pulled out two long spears, uttering the only words ever spoken from his vile jaw. "Give me the girl." Albin stepped in front of lady Kazmas, willing to die for her safety. He began unsheathing his short-sword, determined to fight the figure off, even against his hulking figure. The man wasted no time, slashing Albin in the knee quicker than he could ever react. He fell, and the figure lunged his spear towards Kazmas, but Albin caught the blow with his hand. The figure scoffed, stomping on his head until he fainted, pulling his spear out. Every blow to the head sent white flashes to Albin's eyes, and as he fell unconscious, he heard the scream of Kazmas. That scream looped in his mind for days, until suddenly, he woke up in a pile of Dead. "Why." That was the only word he could muster. He knew there was a reason why his Lady was targeted, but he couldn't remember why. In fact, the more he thought, the less he realized he remembered. But by some miracle, whether it be science, or the will of the Heart, that faithful night will never leave his head. As he sat up, the stench of rotting flesh, blood, and the pain from his hand and knee assaulting his senses, two pieces of parchment fell from his chest to his lap. One was a map, circling a location from his current, and the other was a note. "Come find me." It was the Hag's beckoning. So, determined for any answers, he set out.
