Chapter 1

I grew up with nothing, cheating and stealing where I could. All I’ve ever earned was a target on my back and a bad reputation. Eventually, I found myself on the run from the wrong kind of people. In a tavern, I met a wizard that promised a way out. With nowhere else to turn, I reluctantly agreed. The wizard took me to his study and performed a ritual to switch my face with the face of another person of a similar build. Now I go off into the world with a new identity and a chance to start over. Or so I thought... (The face I wear has its history too). I can’t remember what I looked like before the ritual. The wizard lied and told me that it wasn’t possible to switch back. I can’t entirely remember my life before this but I know that there are people after me and they won’t stop until they find me. I’m not sure who I can trust, or if anyone can be trusted at all. I have to be careful who I talk to and what I say. I have to watch my back constantly in case someone is following me. The only thing that I can do is keep moving and hope that someday I find a way to switch back. I am a master of deception and I use my skills to get what I want. I can be charming and convincing when I need to be. I am also a skilled liar and I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. I am not above cheating or stealing if it means getting ahead. I am always looking for an opportunity to make a quick profit. I am a survivor and I will do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Chapter 2

I was conscripted to join the army, but it was a sham. I and a couple of others were lured into an ambush by bandits. Though outnumbered, our group managed to fend them off. Unfortunately, only I survived the ordeal and managed to escape before the bandits got any more reinforcements, though not without taking a valuable item the bandits were after. Now I am on the run hoping to lure the bandits away from home. I have been on the run for weeks now, and the bandits are getting closer and closer. I need to find a way to lose them before they catch up to me.

Chaper 3

After making it to safety, I was a village priest. Births, deaths, rites of passage. Holy cow, was it boring! I renounced my vows and moved on. I've never suffered from this: the gods have never wrought revenge upon me. I get the feeling they don't care, or they're not there. Some of the things I learned (healing, counseling) have proved pretty useful. I've worked as a soldier, a mercenary, and many other jobs. I've lived in cities, on farms, and in the wilderness. I've been an adventuring hero (woohoo!) and just now a wizard's apprentice. There are many more things to do in life than sit around chanting prayers to imaginary gods. The gods, if they exist, have never shown themselves to me. They have not intervened to help or hinder me in any way. I live my life as I see fit and do not worry about their judgment. Why do people believe in gods? I don't know. Maybe it makes them feel better. Maybe they're afraid of death and hope that the gods will protect them from it. Maybe they're just stupid. I don't know and it doesn't really matter to me.

Chapter 4

I fell into life-threatening trouble one day exploring some ruins close to town. There I found a strange altar with an old woman sitting behind it. She said she could help me escape if I promise to serve her. I am pretty sure she's a god, but she won't tell me her name, or what she's the god of. She shows up sometimes and points, and whatever she points at, I must somehow acquire and leave behind in certain ruins. Her tastes are getting kind of extravagant. The other day she pointed at a beautiful golden statue in the window of the local lord's manor. I snuck in that night and stole it, but when I brought it to her altar, she only laughed and said "That's not what I wanted." The god I've stumbled upon is likely a trickster god, one who delights in playing games with mortals. Be careful what you agree to, as you may find yourself in over your head. If you want to try and figure out what this god wants, pay attention to any clues they give you when they appear. You may also want to consult with a local priest or shaman to see if they have any insight into the matter.

Chapter 5

I was part of a desert caravan that ran out of water. But a vision appeared leading to an unknown oasis ... and commanded me to go to the city of Little Rock. In the city of Little Rock, I found a hidden underground tunnel. It was dark and dank, but I could hear the sounds of people crying and moaning in pain. I followed the sounds until I came to a large room. There were people chained to the walls and others lying on the ground in pools of blood. I knew I had found the slaves that the city's ruler, King Herod, was keeping hidden from the public. I freed as many as I could and led them to safety. The slaves were very grateful and told me that I was their hero. But was I? I didn't feel like a hero. I just did what anyone would have done in my situation.

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