If said title isn't obvious, this is a fan-made story set in wynncraft. It follows several of the game's quests, along with some custom adventures. Long ago in the your work section there used to be tons of these fan-made lores and stories, until one day people stopped writing them. Maybe those days will return someday? No matter what happens, I'll have fun writing this. Now this story works a bit differently than other ones you may have read on here. It's inspired by those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books, where you were the main character (second person perspective) and you had to sometimes choose what your character does. But honestly, this probably has more in common with one of those video games where all the choices you make matter in the end. This is because there are a few differences between this an a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book. For one, you aren't the main character, the story instead revolves around three different characters and their choices (first-person perspective). Their stories are separate, at least for now. ---- HOW TO READ THIS This book (which isn't a physical book) is split up into pages. Each page is kept in a forum spoiler (No, each page will not be its own post). You start at page one, and at the end of page one you are given a choice and told to go to a different page, depending on what you chose. So if you chose the option that takes you to "Page 3", you would open up the spoiler for page 3, and so on and so on. Some of the choices will be links. Those will take you to another one of my posts on this thread, which will have the page you need to read next. ---- Additional Notes: - Like most lore threads on the forums, I don't have the entire story written already. Every Saturday I'll post a couple more pages, and I hopefully will finish this story in the far far future. - Don't be intimidated by the amount of words, a full story will only use a small portion of all pages. - I will constantly be changing things around in the story until I'm satisfied with it. I won't make any gigantic changes, such as getting rid of a major character, but I will be certainly changing some small stuff. This is because my plans for the story are constantly changing, not to mention that Wynncraft is also still updating! - Naturally, I'm looking to get some suggestions and improvements. Since this is a bit different from other lores/stories posted here I'd really like to know what you think of its unique structure! If you have any ideas for the story itself let me know! Enjoy! - Spoiler: Page 1 Your story begins in the province of Wynn. It is not a set story, but rather one with many twists and turns. The path first diverges here. Which hero would you like to be? Harrison: (Based on the Warrior/Knight Class) One of Wynn’s recruits who came from Fruma, Harrison serves as a low-ranking soldier in Ragni’s army. For the past two years his duty is to defend the front gate of Ragni, which is a much easier job than what he would make it out to be. You see, Harrison aspires to be a hero one day, to go down as one of Wynn’s legendary knights and guardians. This is a daunting goal, and Harrison still has a lot more to learn… Rilue: (Based on the Mage/Dark Wizard Class) At a young age Rilue ended up as one of Wynn’s many orphans, her parents killed during an undead raid on Almuj. She was sent by authorities to be cared for by her aunt and only known relative: a mysterious sorceress named Lodrona. For a few years she took care of her, but slowly she spent more and more time away from home, until one day she left for good. One of Wynn’s traveling knights later told her the truth: Lodrona dealt in the dark arts and has become a wanted criminal. In recent years, Rilue has been forced to fend for herself in the alleyways of Almuj, but how much longer will her luck last with limited skill in magic? Aledar: (Based on the Archer/Hunter Class) For his entire life Aledar has lived in Nivla Village, a tight-knit yet prosperous community. Despite being a relatively unknown place, it is still his home, and he wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Nivla Village is a town that has been visited by many heroes, and Aledar is considered something of a local hero himself due to his skills in hunting and defending the village. Life there is perfect, but how long can prosperity last? - - - Choose Harrison, and go to [Page 2] - - - Choose Rilue, and go to [Page 3] - - - Choose Aledar, and go to [Page 12] - - - - Spoiler: Page 2 You have chosen Harrison! Your simple life as a guard leaves you wanting more, but the world beyond the gates is more complicated than you might expect… ------------------------------------------------- Ragni’s Front Gate, almost Midnight Today, the front gate of Ragni was attacked by fourteen undead, each of them appearing at a different time of day. The strongest of the bunch wore leather armor stained with blood, presumable from its previous owner. It also wielded a spear, but a mage killed the zombie before it got the chance to use the weapon. Defending the main entrance to one of the province’s oldest cities sounds like a task for the most elite of the elite. It really isn’t. Myself, a few other soldiers, and our sergeant mainly serve as an auxiliary force, acting as backup to the hulking Iron Golems and Mages that do most of the brute work. In total, the job was very boring, and no one had died in the last three years doing it. Now, my life was changing for the better. Due to my years of service at the front gate, I was being relocated to somewhere else. A place called Katoa Ranch that was apparently underdefended. Personally, I was hoping some sort of promotion or medal of honor, but this was better than nothing. “Well,” I say to Sergeant Norman, “This is it I guess. It’s been an honor serving under your command.” Truthfully, Norman wasn’t much of a leader to begin with. Maybe it was due to our easier than normal job, or maybe it was just the laziness I had noticed from him during my time here. “Best of luck wherever you go next,” my sergeant answers, “Which is… not very far from here.” He yawns. Apparently he’s as tired as I am. As I see the night watch arriving I decide it’s time to get back to the barracks for a good rest. At midnight, the streets of Ragni are nearly deserted. Aside from the night watch some drunken citizens heading home, you’re unlikely to see anyone around. Anyone else is probably up to no good. That was my assumption when I saw the silhouettes of two men standing in an alleyway. They’re speaking, but I can’t discern anything in the conversation they’re having. I am curious though. Could I somehow intercept a criminal plot? - - - If you decide to eavesdrop on the conversation, go to [Page 6] - - - If you want to leave them alone and continue to the barracks, go to [Page 9] - - - - Spoiler: Page 3 You have chosen Rilue! You like to tell people that you’re a mage in training, but in reality you can barely cast a proper heal spell. Your mentor disappeared years ago, so it’s up to you to teach yourself the arcane arts. ------------------------------------------------- Almuj My money is gone. For months I had been using this one alleyway to stockpile emeralds gotten from odd jobs. I would stash them behind loose bricks, and I was convinced that no one could find them. But now I have nothing. I begin to panic. This money is needed for me to get food. Although the budget store has provided myself and others with something to eat, it isn’t always enough. Here in Almuj, the supposed “jewel of the desert”, you need money to survive. And unless I sell my acacia staff that's used to cast spells, I don’t see myself getting any soon, unless… Almuj is known for numerous things. Its army, its oversized bank, its market, and most importantly, its thieves. A plan begins to form in my mind. If someone stole from me, why shouldn’t I steal something back? At this time of day, the local grand market is bustling with people. I could easily steal something, and sell it a day later to someone who doesn’t know I’m a thief. As I walk down the streets my plan becomes more consolidated. One of the few spells I know is “teleportation”, which will let me warp away from guards in the blink of an eye. Everything seems almost foolproof now; I grab something valuable, and then get out and hide. By the time I near the market my heart is racing, although it is also filled with doubt. Is a thief really who I am? - - - If you choose to visit the market and steal, go to [Page 4] - - - If you choose to remain where you are, and not steal anything, go to [Page 5] - - - - Spoiler: Page 4 (From Page 3) Rilue The market is absolutely packed today; with merchants I had never seen before shouting out their greats deals on exotic weaponry. I’ve lived in Almuj for nineteen years, and the market never ceases to amaze me. But as I stroll around, I know this trip will be different. One of the first merchants I see has an assortment of jewelry on display. Perfect. All I need to do is distract her and then teleport away with a necklace. But as I glance around at the numerous guards stationed at this part of Almuj, I begin to feel like jewelry theft is setting my sights too high. After all, many vendors are offering food. I could easily steal a loaf of bread or some fruit and have something to eat for the day. “Trying to decide what to spend your money on?” A guard with rusting armor strolls over to me. I’ve seen him around before; he’s an aged soldier who always seemed friendly. “I’ve almost made up my mind,” I answer as he strolls away. - - - If you choose to steal a necklace from a necklace merchant, go to [Page 7] - - - If you choose to steal food, go to [Page 8] - - - - Spoiler: Page 5 (From Pages 3 and 7) Rilue When I was younger, Lodrona tried to raise me on the idea that the world is against you and that it’s the survival of the fittest. Well she’s long gone now, apparently wanted around Wynn or who knows what. “Dealing in the dark arts” they told me. If someone can be wanted for doing a certain type of magic, then I’ll easily be locked up for petty crimes. I decide to pass on the idea of stealing something. The slums of Almuj are filled with activity when I return to them. A crowd of people have gathered around a weary looking villager, who appears to be telling them something. Another storyteller, perhaps? “What’s going on?” I ask the human nearest me. “This man named Ormrod came to Almuj not long ago,” she answers, “He’s telling us about this tomb he encountered and how he got cursed. I have to say, he has one hell of an imagination!” “Oh its skin!” I hear Ormrod shout in a Gavellian accent, “It was pale and rotting, you could see the bone underneath! His head was wrapped in bandages, with only ghastly eye sockets showing! The mummy turned to me, its hand pointing the darkness to my location. I had no choice but to turn and run, there was no chance that I could fight such an abomination! But my ordeal did not end there.” When you spend enough time in the slums, you hear all sorts of tales about ancient tombs and mummies. However, none of the storytellers ever spoke as dramatically as this one. “When I got out of the tomb I was faced with a group of bandits! They claimed to be running a toll on the abandoned tomb, but to what end? Either way, I was forced to give up all my valuables for passage. Next, on my way back to Almuj, I was attacked by viscous scorpions and a howling wraith. By the time I reached the city the sun had already rose. I desired nothing more than to sleep at that very moment.” But I knew I had to report the instance of a cursed mummy to the Almuj army. After all, it is their job to deal with these issues, no?” “The army laughed at me. They thought that I should go away and return to the slums where I belong. Here I was, in a city that I don’t live in, being laughed at the guards for my misfortune. At this point I knew that I was cursed. I can’t comprehend any other explanation. Thank you for listening to me when the guards didn’t.” A few people clap. Others start talking amongst themselves. I’m not sure what to believe about Ormrod’s story. Maybe curses were real after all? A curse could certainly be the explanation for everything that had gone wrong in my life. “There’s only one way my curse can be broken. I must vanquish this vile creature, and I need your help in doing so.” “Oh shut up!” berates a frustrated observer. “You’ll send us to our deaths, and that’s assuming that the mummy is real! For all we know you’re a thief, trapping us in an old tomb to steal the bare minimum we have!” “Listen to me! If we don’t defeat this mummy now, who knows who else it will curse! The desert could very well be facing one of the biggest threats it has in decades. Give me a sword or spear, and I will lead you in a crusade to slay this monstrosity. When all is done, I’ll give my companions a generous sum from the banks of Detlas.” The residents talk amongst themselves. I, along with several others, would definitely appreciate having money in our pockets. But fighting a monster to do so? “I will join you!” The commanding voice belongs to Avery, one of the most skilled fighters I know. From what I’ve heard, she used to fight in Almuj’s military. She walks towards where Ormrod is standing and hands him a spear. “Excellent!” Ormrod says. “Welcome to the group…” “It’s Avery.” “Welcome to the group, Avery! Now, any other offers? Together, we will save the desert.” There are no offers. It probably isn’t because no one wants to save the desert, but because no one wants to trek across it to either die or be robbed. “Rilue!” Avery shouts. “Over here!” I’m surprised. Sure, Avery and I have spoken a few times, but everyone in the slums has. What would she want to speak to me about? I find the answer when I walk over to her. “We need someone with the power of magic. Healing magic.” “Me? I can’t do anything with this staff, except…” It dawns on me. I can’t summon a storm of fire or ice, but I'm good at mending wounds. Any group would want someone like me to help them. - - - If you decide to join Avery and Ormrod on their quest, go to [Page 17] - - - If you decide to remain in Almuj, go to [Page 18] - - - - Spoiler: Page 6 Harrison There are a few crates outside the alleyway. Hoping that the two figures don’t hear me, I crouch behind them in hopes if hearing their conversation. “This city is a maze,” one voice says, “Nothing at all like Elkurn. There are half a dozen shops all dedicated to the same thing!” “Who cares? We’re leaving tonight anyway. That new guy had better show up quickly, I’m getting tired, almost too tired to ride on horseback!” “Then stay awake somehow, because if you fall of your mount we’re leaving you behind… Oh look, here he comes.” A third person has joined the shady ground. From my hiding spot I’m unable to make out who they are. That is, until I hear their voice. “Let’s make this quick,” he says, “Where exactly is your hideout?” Norman? What is he doing here? “Somewhere in the plains. I’m telling you no more than that, because we’ve given you an invitation to come with us.” “It’s fine Orini, I didn’t expect much more of an answer to my question. I promise that I won’t let you down, and I assure you that my skills in sword fighting and leadership will be of great help to the Resistance.” “Wait,” the un-named figure chimes in, “If you’re a sergeant, won’t they send someone to find you? You have a much more important life than a farmer or private would.” “Who cares? That fat old king has probably forgotten about me years ago.” “Sergeant Norman? What are you doing here?” Another familiar voice, this time belonging to Daren. He joined Norman’s platoon a few weeks ago, and like me he was one of the recruits from Fruma. He always gets nervous when fighting the corrupted, so I’m not sure if becoming a soldier was the best choice. “This is none of your business,” Norman answers. “Well I heard you saying some rather treasonous things.” I stand up at this point, now able to witness the scene that is unfolding in front of me. One of the figures moves towards Daren and punches him in the chest. “Tell no one what you heard!” he, now confirmed to be Orini, answers. The three men run off into the alleyway, Norman now having joined your party. I run over to my fallen comrade, who’s attempting to recover his breath. “Are you alright?” “Yes, uh, Harrison. Was that really Norman? What was he doing, joining something called the Resistance?” I don’t have an answer. Up until now, Norman seemed to be a predictable type of guy. ~ ~ ~ I fall asleep instantly. I’m not surprised, last night was more eventful than almost all of my days on guard duty. It feels as if as soon as my head hits the pillow, I wake up. Myself and fifteen other soldiers stagger out of bed, get dressed, and head to the mess hall to eat. I’ve never found breakfast to be appealing. The porridge that’s served tastes awful and is the last thing I would prefer to eat after a brief night’s rest. Unfortunately, I need to eat something so I can be energized while patrolling the Katoa region. Katoa Ranch! I remember that I’m transferring to a farm not far from Ragni, and I quickly stand up from my seat, heading to the armory. One thing’s for sure, I’m going to need a weapon to fight the undead. - - - Go to [Page 24] - - - - Spoiler: Page 7 (From Page 4) Rilue “Welcome traveler!” The merchant is a cheerful woman wearing all sorts of jewelry. Judging by what she’s wearing and selling, she definitely seems to like necklaces. “How much does this one cost?” I ask. The necklace I point to is stunningly beautiful. It is a golden scorpion tail with a string wrapped around it, with a large sapphire encrusted inside it. “125 Emeralds,” she replies, “And the tail of a golden scorpion. That’s how my business works! You get what I need to craft more charms, and I sell my existing ones to you. That staff and old robe of yours tells me you’re a strong mage, it must be easy for you to kill a small scorpion.” “Yes,” I lie, slowly reaching towards the necklace, “I’m a sorceress and an adventurer, I travel the land looking for secrets to uncover and monsters to slay. Say, is it okay if I take a closer look at this necklace?” “Of course!” she replies, “It isn’t every day I’m in the presence of a mighty adventurer!” As she chuckles to herself I begin to wonder if theft is the correct option. Once my life of crime begins, there may be no going back. - - - If you decide to go ahead and steal the necklace, go to [Page 10] - - - If you reconsider and don’t choose to steal the necklace, go to [Page 5] - - - - Spoiler: Page 8 Rilue “Hello!” you say as you walk up to the market stand, “How much for a basket of leeks?” The vendor here is a young man who doesn’t look much older than I am. His eyes are half-closed and he rests his chin on the stall. “Uhhh… yeah. I have that, freshly grown.” He mumbles, taking a moment to register my presence. “What fruit did you say you wanted?” “Figs,” I reply, his exhaustion amusing me. He’ll be easy to steal from. “That will be ten emeralds.” “How much would it cost if I also purchased some leeks?” Almost there. I slowly grab a cluster of grapes and pull it towards my bag. Given how this boy is acting, he probably can’t muster up the energy to alert the guards. “Zero,” he finally answers. “Considering how you’ll just steal it from me anyway.” I freeze, not expecting this relaxed of a reaction from him. “Just take it,” he mutters as I lift up my staff. “Dad will be happy when I say someone ate his crops. It doesn’t matter how.” Before he can reconsider I grab the cluster, turning away to run. It occurs to me too late that I should have thanked him. - - - Go to [Page 19] - - - - Spoiler: Page 9 Harrison Whoever these people are, they’re none of my business. I keep going and head towards the barracks. When I get inside I quickly take off my equipment and set it in the armory. I’m determined to get a good night’s rest before I head to Katoa Ranch. A few hours later wake up to the usual banter of soldiers; gossip about life in Ragni and whispered criticisms about an annoying lieutenant. My routine each morning is simple: put on my boots and head towards the mess hall. But I know today’s different. I’m going to defend unfamiliar lands. - - - Go to [Page 11] - - - - Spoiler: Page 10 (From Page 7) Rilue In the span of a few seconds I grab the necklace, point my staff behind me, and blink away from the market stall. Unfortunately, I didn’t account for where I would teleport to. I’ve crash-warped into someone else’s goods. “Guards!” I hear the jewelry peddler shout, “We have a thief over here!” I’m in trouble, although I guess I should have expected this. Three guards race towards me, spears in hand. If I try to fight back I’m sure they would try to use them, especially since I have the power of magic in my hand. I suppose I might as well use it again. I instantaneously travel up to the second floor of the city, which holds all the residential buildings. I definitely have a lead at this point, but a wave of nausea comes over me, making me feel sick as I travel. It only takes a few seconds to realize that I am very much lost. What part of the city did I teleport to? All the sandstone buildings look the same, and my heart beats faster with every noise I hear. I find myself running out of an alleyway and into a walkway near one of Almuj’s artificial rivers. I turn around to see a large wall, too high for me to safely teleport up. “Thief! You are ordered by Almuj to stop!” I’m trapped. There’s no way out of this except swimming across the river, which would be a good idea if I knew how to swim. The guards are closing in on me. “Don’t cast any spells!” one of them shouts. Spells! Why bother swimming when I can just teleport across? I point my staff at the other edge of the river when a part of the wall slides away, revealing a hidden passageway. - - - If you decide to enter the hidden passage, go to [Page 14] - - - If you decide to teleport across the river, go to [Page 16] - - - - Spoiler: Page 11 Harrison As one of the province’s largest farms, it was only natural that Katoa should have a good defense. I thought that made sense, but when I arrived at the ranch only three other soldiers were there. Two of them were leaning against the side of a barn, “slacking off” as Norman would say. The third one walks towards me, a map of the area in her hand. “You there!” she says, “You are the soldier Harrison, correct?” “Yes… uh, sir,” I reply. “Call me Jenprest. Given your two years of experience in Ragni’s military, as well as previous training apparently received in Fruma, you have been relocated to guarding the sewers of Ragni.” She hands me the parchment, which I unroll to find a map of the region. “Your job is to make sure nothing comes out, and if you see a hoard of ravenous undead coming this way, light a signal fire for us. Any questions?” Wait a second. Did she say that I would be guarding a sewer system? “A sewer system? What are you talking about?” Jenprest points to two ruined structure at the opposite side of the road, many meters apart from one another. They appear to be massive stone pipes; one their entrances sealed with iron bars. “Ragni’s sewer system is massive. It flows all the way out to the ocean, and there are two side entrances leading to it. Records state that the sewers were raided several times by the corrupted, and they are likely roaming around there to this day. Your job is to keep watch and make sure nothing crawls out of there.” “Okay,” I hesitantly answer. “What should I expect to come out of the sewers?” “Rats. Rats the size of dragons! They’ll eat soldier boys like you raw!” jeers an armed man walking towards me. “Excuse Boris,” says Jenprest. “To answer your question, we haven’t really had anything come out of the sewers in a long time. But there are the usual corrupted beings down there. The last person assigned to your duties quit after hearing too many unearthly screams, so feel free to move a few meters from the entrance if you get uncomfortable.” Well, this is great. I think as hard as I can, trying to remember if any heroes started their careers making sure something didn’t attempt to escape from a sewer. - - - Go to [Page 15] - - - - Spoiler: Page 12 You have chosen Aledar! You’re a skilled archer from Nivla Woods, and to you the forest has always been much more than a spider-infested trail. ----------------------------- Nivla Village, Early in the Evening: “The spider was massive, with legs almost as long as yours, Ceilo. And unfortunately it had noticed me. All of its large red eyes were pointed right at my hiding spot in the undergrowth, and I would be its next meal of the day.” “But you survived, didn’t you?” “Of course I did, I had already nocked an arrow onto my bowstring. I drew it back, released, and shot that spider right in the center of the head. And I won!” “That’s it?” “Yes, I had no more luck on my hunt, good or bad. That’s why we ended up having mushroom stew again tonight.” “Do you have any other stories?” In Nivla Village, life is a lot more exciting than somewhere else in Wynn. You would think that wouldn’t be the case, with such a small population, but everyone’s life in the village is an adventure. At a young age I was taught how to forage food and fend for myself, and in a few years my younger brother Ceilo would learn the same. For now, though, he had to settle for hearing about my adventures. “Are you sure? I’m bored, and Elder Oroak has told me all the stories he knows too.” “Not all the stories, he hasn’t told you the ones that you’re too young to understand!” I say with a smirk. “Oh come on! Why do I have to be a kid, there’s nothing to do here in these woods!” I can’t help but feel bad for him. When I was his age I felt the same way, impatient and wanting an adventure. And as his older brother, I suppose it’s my goal to him out. “Hey, Ceilo. Where’s the farthest you’ve ever traveled from the village border?” “Huh?” Ceilo’s eyes seem to light up; I definitely have his attention. “Uhhh, Hatath took me few minutes away from the village border once, I think that’s it. He needed help finding saccharum plants. Why do you ask?” “How would you like to go a little farther into the woods?” “Yes!” shouts Ceilo with unstoppable glee, “Finally, I get to go on an adventure! What do I bring? Should I bring a bow also?” “You don’t need to take anything with you, just make sure not to get in harm’s way. Meet me outside the house, I need to grab my equipment.” I never go anywhere outside the village without my bow and arrows. All the arrows were made myself in recent months. When my supply started to dwindle, I had to go out and find the stones and fletching needed to make new ones. There’s no store in Nivla Village to find something you need, unlike other parts of the province. As for the bow, I’ve had it for years. Dad gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday. He told me that my time had come, that it was up to me to look after the family now that he was growing older. I’ll never forget that moment; it was at that time when I knew it was my duty to be a hero. To be the guardian of the Nivla Woods. Once I’ve gather my equipment I creep down the stairway exit that spirals around a massive tree. I’ve gone “outside” my house an endless amount of times, yet the sight of the forest village never ceases to amaze me. It’s like walking right into one of the old stories about beautiful far-off places. And tonight, Ceilo will have that same experience, only he’ll be going somewhere that’s he’s never been before. “Are you ready?” I ask him. “Heroes of Wynn are always ready!” “You, a hero of Wynn? Maybe soon, but not today!” I turn around to spot a familiar face; my best friend Lannor. There are a few other boys among my age in the village, but none of them have an eye for adventure and discovery that Lannor does. Much to his family’s annoyance, he used to sneak out of the village boundaries at a young age and return with stories of the outside world. I’m shocked that he never got killed by a spider or undead while on his excursions. As soon as we were old enough the two of us tried to explore every inch of the woods, mapping out ruined towers and abandoned villages. “Al,” my friend says to me, “You’ll never guess where I was today.” “Umm…” “You see, earlier today Elder Oroak asked to speak with me, and I knew that something exciting was going to happen. I was right, he told me how to get into the old temple!” Elder Oroak had been the mayor of our village longer than anyone could remember. He had fought in some of the greatest battles against the corruption and had accumulated plenty of knowledge in both the world and methods of combat. After our village became famous due to The Legend of Bob, many heroes came to visit our home. Even though the great mage Ethe was no longer here, Oroak took it upon himself to teach them everything he knew, becoming a mentor to them. It was always enjoyable to see someone come to the village and leave as a far stronger warrior. It was always obvious that Oroak knew more about these woods than anyone else did. One of the strangest things in the forest was an old temple that was magically sealed shut. Lannor and I suspected that Oroak knew how to get inside, but he never told anyone. Until today. “He told me the incantation to open it, and I finally got to see what’s inside. Come on Aledar, this is your chance to see something few others have!” Lannor starts running towards the road that leads out of the village. “I know, but…” I glance over at Ceilo, who’s been watching our conversation with interest. I’ve longed to see what was inside the temple, but taking my younger brother there might be too dangerous. - - - If you decide to explore the temple, go to [Page 13] - - - If you decide to show Ceilo around the forest, go to [Page 66] - - - - Spoiler: Page 13 (From Page 12) Aledar “Sorry Ceilo, but the temple we’re going to is at least half an hour from here. I don’t want to risk having you being that far from home.” “Why not? I can prove myself.” “I’m sorry, I know you really wanted to do this. Why don’t we wait until tomorrow? It will be a lot brighter out then, okay?” “Okay.” I can tell that he’s trying to be calm, but I can spot a few tears running down his face. “I have chores to do anyway.” “I’ll see you soon, Ceilo! Don’t worry” I shout back to him as Lannor and I depart. There are sentries hiding all around the village, and if they notice us they don’t say anything. Both of us have proven our skill here in Nivla, and as soon as we’re eighteen we can officially join the village guard. “That was an awful thing to do.” I say once we leave the border, “He seemed so excited, maybe I should go back and we can visit the temple another day.” “Don’t feel bad,” says Lannor reassuringly, “There’s always tomorrow, and I doubt your brother had any plans. I mean, do you expect the forest to change tomorrow?” “Of course not.” “Well, he’ll be fine. Don’t worry about things like this.” I decide to stop talking about my brother and instead focus on finding the temple. At this time of day, it’s easy to get lost in these dark woods. “It’s getting pretty dark,” I say to Lannor, “Are you sure we didn’t pass the temple by accident?” “No. Remember, there’s a small path that leads to it!” He holds his palm outward and mutters an incantation. Slowly, an orb of fire begins to materialize in his hand, lighting our path. “If you bothered practicing magic,” he jokes, “You wouldn’t be worrying about getting lost.” “Magic is useless when you’re able to impale a boar from sixty meters away.” “You’ll run out of arrows eventually!” We continue onward for a while, and the sounds of the village die down completely. We’re left with nothing but the wind and the occasional sound of movement. I can’t tell if noises are coming from a small animal or a giant spider, and that’s why I rarely go out at night. “We’re here.” Lannor guides me to a large stone structure that I had visited many times. The temple, an anomaly in an already strange forest. The building is in decent condition despite being untouched for a while; it isn’t crumbling to bits like the old guard towers that overlook the main road. Two small stone statues stand near a sealed door, their false halberds doing little more than look impressive. Lannor touches the door and begins muttering words I’ve never heard before. This has to be the incantation to enter the temple, and there’s no way I’ll remember what he’s saying. I guess if I wanted to return here I’d rely on my friend, because a few seconds later the door slides open. A staircase is revealed, its steps beginning to crumble from neglect. Lannor holds his orb of fire out in front of him, and I slowly descend the stairs. “Come on,” my companion says, “It’s not like this temple is infested with spiders or anything.” I pick up my pace, continuing down the staircase until we reach a large circular room. Using his magical lamp of fire, Lannor lights several torches in the room, revealing carvings on the temple walls. “What is this?” I say in awe as I glance around the room. Chisled into the walls of the temple is writing I cannot decipher and pictures of events that I’ve never heard of. One image shows two figures fighting, one holding a spear and the other one possibly channeling magic. A different mural is far more unsettling with depiction of a skeleton cradling a child in its hands. I recognize a symbol above this picture: the emblem of Ragni. “I don’t know what any of this means either,” answers Lannor. “I guess the pictures look good, but what’s the point of writing in a language no one can understand?” “Maybe we’re not supposed to understand it.” “Then that’s just a load of cow dung. Maybe we should just head back to the village. There’s nothing in this room that I haven’t already looked at.” “Wait, let me just take a look at this one picture.” This one depicts two figures, one bowing to the other. But the most interesting thing here are what appear to be sketched trees. Could this be… I hear someone. No, I hear something. “Undead. They’re coming!” I nock an arrow onto my bow and Lannor prepares to launch a magic attack. Sure enough, a group of zombies begins to stumble down the temple steps, the group attracted to our presence. What they don’t know is that we’re stronger than some mere farmers. I launch my first arrow, which hits a zombie square in the head. It staggers for a few seconds and then crumbles to the ground, and its fellow corrupted waste no time climbing over it. I quickly fire more arrows, while my friend shoots small balls of fire beside me. One by one our enemies go down, their remains riddled with burn marks and arrows. We’ve won without a scratch. “Hard to believe that these monsters almost destroyed Wynn. Still though, let’s get out of here before more trouble finds us. The two of us walk out of temple and into the night. It’s pitch-black, aside from something in the distance. “What’s the glowing thing among the trees?” I ask Lannor, who turns out to be as confused as I am. “A campfire? That seems to be the only logical explanation. But wait… is it moving towards us?” Sure enough, the fire moves closer and I begin to make out its shape. The anomaly has two legs and head, but what’s really strange are the multiple arms sprouting out of its torso. It raises some of those arms, and they begin to flail around, channeling the fire that surrounds them into a sphere. “Get down!” I shout the Lannor. The two of us jump out of view just in time; the being shoots a massive ball of fire at us, which misses and explodes several meters away. “What is that thing? Some corrupted abomination?” “What do you think? Normal creatures don’t look like that!” Although there’s humor in Lannor sentence, I can tell that he’s worried about our situation. I look up to see another fireball arcing through the woods. As it lands closer to us than the previous on did, I become more worried myself. - - - If you decide to run away from the monster, go to [Page 67] - - - If you decide to stay and fight the monster, go to [Page 68] - - - - Spoiler: Direct Links to all other Pages This isn't a part of the story, it's just a way to easily access a group of pages. 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