CHOICE THREE
Particular frown still on your face, you take a deep breath and launch yourself down the path towards the town you’ve never heard of before you have the chance to change your mind. It’s a better option than the presumably fake magical lake. You roll your eyes good naturedly at the thought. The only way you gain amazing icon skills is through hard work, you think. That’s what your icon mentors always said, and you believe it.
You look around as you walk the path, noticing that the forest around you looks like any other. Nothing sinister about it at all. Int fact, it is so picturesque that you think it would make a gorgeous wide crop icon if only you had the right screencapture of it. But, you chastise yourself, there’s no point in getting distracted by that now or you’ll never get anywhere.
As you walk along, the path beneath your feet gets slowly more overgrown until you are fighting your way through weeds, vines, and brambles in order to move forward. The sun that had been so gentle and warm earlier in the morning has all but disappeared now, obscured by the encroaching trees that look far less picturesque now. Where has this path taken you?
Ahead of you, you can see what appears to be a clearing and you breathe a sigh of relief. You are hot, tired, sweaty, and scratched from fighting your way through the tangle. You stumble out into the clearing with a sigh of relief that catches in your throat, causing you to choke. You cough, throat burning and eyes watering, for a moment, and then you look up at what had caused you to catch your breath to begin with.
A fallen sign proclaims where your decision has brought you:.
THE ICON QUEST
The letters are worn and faded, but you can make them out. It is definitely what the sign says, and you almost can’t believe your eyes. This town is a legend! But you thought it had all but disappeared! Only ever mentioned in passing whispers by the Anonymous Crew! It’s not possible!
You drag your feet forward, hand outstretched to touch the wood just to reassure yourself that it isn’t a hallucination, and as your hand makes contact with the wood grain, a voice calls out:
“WHO GOES THERE?!”
You startle and freeze for a moment while you deliberate your options.
Your first instinct is, of course, to run back in the opposite direction. Surely that is the smart choice. Nothing good can come from disturbing ghosts of the past, can it? [JUMP LINK: RUN AWAY!]
But then again...what if there’s a chance to resurrect greatness? What if you were the first person to find the fabled Quest Master? The possibility is there if you’re brave enough to answer the question still echoing around you. [JUMP LINK: ENGAGE THE KNIGHT!]
THEME: ANTIQUE
hauntes | filmesque | holidaylights | john_scorpy | wickdshy
You look around as you walk the path, noticing that the forest around you looks like any other. Nothing sinister about it at all. Int fact, it is so picturesque that you think it would make a gorgeous wide crop icon if only you had the right screencapture of it. But, you chastise yourself, there’s no point in getting distracted by that now or you’ll never get anywhere.
As you walk along, the path beneath your feet gets slowly more overgrown until you are fighting your way through weeds, vines, and brambles in order to move forward. The sun that had been so gentle and warm earlier in the morning has all but disappeared now, obscured by the encroaching trees that look far less picturesque now. Where has this path taken you?
Ahead of you, you can see what appears to be a clearing and you breathe a sigh of relief. You are hot, tired, sweaty, and scratched from fighting your way through the tangle. You stumble out into the clearing with a sigh of relief that catches in your throat, causing you to choke. You cough, throat burning and eyes watering, for a moment, and then you look up at what had caused you to catch your breath to begin with.
A fallen sign proclaims where your decision has brought you:.
THE ICON QUEST
The letters are worn and faded, but you can make them out. It is definitely what the sign says, and you almost can’t believe your eyes. This town is a legend! But you thought it had all but disappeared! Only ever mentioned in passing whispers by the Anonymous Crew! It’s not possible!
You drag your feet forward, hand outstretched to touch the wood just to reassure yourself that it isn’t a hallucination, and as your hand makes contact with the wood grain, a voice calls out:
“WHO GOES THERE?!”
You startle and freeze for a moment while you deliberate your options.
Your first instinct is, of course, to run back in the opposite direction. Surely that is the smart choice. Nothing good can come from disturbing ghosts of the past, can it? [JUMP LINK: RUN AWAY!]
But then again...what if there’s a chance to resurrect greatness? What if you were the first person to find the fabled Quest Master? The possibility is there if you’re brave enough to answer the question still echoing around you. [JUMP LINK: ENGAGE THE KNIGHT!]
THEME: ANTIQUE
hauntes | filmesque | holidaylights | john_scorpy | wickdshy