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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:16 pm
by alsnpk
2.) risk a random encounter


Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:07 am
by Cowboy
alsnpk wrote:2.) risk a random encounter

ohhh We ARE brave, aren't we? ;)

Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:50 am
by alsnpk
It's the way to be if you're a character in a CYOA story! :)

Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:30 pm
by Corey Arnett
2. Risk a random encounter.

Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:27 pm
by Lumin
Just FYI I'm still alive, there'll be an update either this evening or tomorrow morning.

edit: I'm a liar.

Edited By Lumin on 1214968503

Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 4:19 am
by Lumin
I'm back! Enjoy your random encounter, and rest assured that my next post will contain actual choices. (Also I promise it won't take an entire friggin' month. Really...)
It's shaping up to be a beautiful day. The birds are singing, a playful breeze blows, and you're just being lulled into a pleasant daydream when you round a bend in trail and see that some unfortunate soul has met with an accident just ahead. A broken cart is overturned in a steep ditch, and a large man with a ragged hood and cloak is pulling a limp body from beneath it.

Without thinking you dismount and run up to them, calling out, "Is he all right? Do you need he--" Your voice catches in your throat as the hooded 'man' turns and you find yourself staring at the cruel yellow eyes and dark green skin of an orc. His lips curl back in a sneer, revealing long, crooked teeth, and in one sudden motion he hurls the body he grasps straight at you, the heavy weight smacking straight into you before you can react and sending you tumbling.

Frantically kicking the corpse away, you start to scramble to your feet, but with a few swift strides the orc is upon you, grabbing you by the hair and jerking you backwards. With his free hand the orc fumbles for a rusted dagger, and so you waste no time in going for your own, reaching up and slashing wildly behind you.

Fate must be smiling because your blind attack actually connects, and with a grunt the orc releases his hold, allowing you to flop to the ground. A reflexive roll and tumble out of harm's way later and you're leaping to your feet to face him. You risk a quick glance over at Lucky Star, wishing you had the sword that was still strapped to his saddle, but he's standing skittishly a good ways off and the orc is already bellowing an enraged cry and rushing towards you. With only an instant to react you duck your head and dart to your left, attempting the age-old tactic of letting an enemy's momentum and speed work against them.

In the end you're fast, but not fast enough. The orc's foot just catches you leg and you both go sprawling, he lying with his face in the dirt and you dazed on your back just a few feet away.

Miraculously you retained hold of your dagger, and as the first to recover you waste no time in throwing yourself onto your downed opponent and stabbing him over and over until there's no question of him ever getting up again.

Out of breath, you yank the blade free from his back and wipe it clean, then use most of the water from your canteen and a bit of cloth ripped from your cloak to try and do the same for your face and hands.

A close inspection of the tipped cart reveals that everything that might have been of value has been smashed or otherwise destroyed with a thoroughness that suggests it was more than the tumble into the ditch that caused it; you marvel that even a creature as loathsome as an orc would ambush and kill a common peddler simply for love of violence, with no interest in personal gain. Even the poor man's mule, which you find the remains of in the brush a little ways off, has been mutilated and left to collect flies, despite the well-known fact that greenies of all kinds consider equines a delicacy.

This whole scenario has left you a bit unsettled and disturbed, but you're glad you've at least rid the forest of a monster, and it seems the fates are glad as well, as they see fit to reward you with a moneypouch containing five silver coins and eight copper, discovered on the peddler's belt when you're moving his body off the road and hardly a sum to sneeze out.

Feeling a little better about the world in general, you take a moment to speak to Lucky Star and stroke his neck until he's feeling calmer, than mount up and continue on toward the inn, hoping you'll meet with no more trouble on your way.

Edited By Lumin on 1214968969