You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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 sat down and tried to remember my childhood,i stutterd at first but then found my voice.My name is Iori Shekho i was born and raised in Norland.My Parents lived strictly and were very traditional."Why lived?",asked the hag polite but scarily.My lung tenses up proceeding to tell the story.My family disappeared ,i..i..i was hunting and then when i came back they were gone.Everthing was there but still they w..w..were gone,that´s why i want adventure and protect others so nobody has to tell the same story as i."Very well",responds the Hag "Tea?".I nod politly.
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