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 sit on the ground in front of her looking straight to her eyes "you want a story? oh youre gonna hear a story" i sit myself straight "a lot of time ago a man named kazdrin silverhein decided that maybe we should make ammends whit the other species from out the mountains so he goes and brings his son whit him. first he make ammends whit the humans. they maked a pact. they sold minerals maybe some precious things here and there and that seems enough for the moment then a little challenge. those godamn elfs he tried to talk to them, but the elf is a selfish creature so they came to an agreement it wasnt friendship but it was good enough for the old man then" i spit on the ground "then he bited more than he could have ever chewed, he thought that orcs where a good idea everyone told him that it was too much but like always he didnt listened, so he brought his family whit him to talk to those monsters" i sigh "when he arrived to that shithole where the orcs lived. well he didnt last a second. an axe flew trough the air and hitted him straight in the middle of the eyes" i got closer to the old hag "his son runned away as fast as he could, till he tought he was safe then he found his way back to the caves, but he is not a kid anymore he is a man so they send him to the forges but its not enough he is full of rage, he wants revenge so everyday while everyone is busy he starts to practice whit his old man axe till he finally thougt that he was ready. so he joined to the rest of his kin to protect the others in the fortress." i got up still looking at her clenching my fist whit rage "one day at night they heard screams, the orcs arrived to the mountains,but the dwarfs are strong and they fought back in that moment that man saw it." i smile wickedly "it was him the chief of the tribe that killed his father so he waited for the oportunitty and when he saw it" i clap my hands loudly "BAM he cuts the orc head off getting his precious- revenge the only thing is that he is not nearly close to sattisfaction, infact he is disgusted cause he had to touch that filthy son of a thousand whores orc" i grab my axe and lifted it "my name is bromdir silverhein. son of kazdrin silverhein and i swear that i will kill every single orc that walks this land" i put my axe away and walk off the tent
