The hooded figure remains silent as she walks ahead into a small clearing and waits for you to catch up. After brushing aside some tangling roots you walk out to accompany her. Ahead of you was a large campsite made up of several tattered tents stretched over thin sticks and bones surrounding a small campfire where a cauldron of some sort was brewing something. Several figures in robes and scavenged armor walked about, paying you no mind as they went about their business.
Some of the people were humans wearing face paint, some leaner figures appeared to be elves and a few were completely unidentifiable under their hoods and armor. The place has a strange sense of unease about it but also a sort of... peace? Tranquility? You weren't sure what exactly the right word was, but it gave you a calming feeling and made you feel welcome as your guide led you up to a tent with the Golgari symbol carefully sewn into the front.
"You must go in alone to show your worth to the Swarm... good luck brother." the hooded figure instructed as she walked off to assist one of her fellows. "If you pass your test come see me, the name's Shucca. Farewell." You took a breath and parted the tent enough to step inside and were immediate greeted by a voice that sounded like a low hiss. Your eyes were still adjusting to the light, but there was no mistaking the creature that slithered before you.
A coiled gorgon beckoned you closer as a soft whispery voiced escaped her lips. "Welcome my child, I am the elder of this outpost. I am to test your merit and see if you fit in with the Golgari Swarm." The words sounded compassionate, but you were still unnerved as you stepped closer. One wrong look from her and you could kiss your chance at becoming a Golgari or anything else goodbye. "Hello, I am ready." you speak up as you tried to sound confident.
The gorgon lets out a soft laugh as she slithers a bit closer. "Don't worry. I'm not going to turn you to stone... as a matter of fact, I can't." she says softly as you finally catch a glimpse of her head in the dim light and gasp. Half of her upper face was chewed away by savage scars and a thin blindfold covered her hollow eye sockets. She had suffered some sort of near lethal attack... or torture. Your mind races quickly as you try to come up with a response.
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