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This is my first attempt at an CYOA, though I have a few written works around this here forum. This is a corruption based story, though of course whether or not the character is corrupted is up to the voting audience. The story is also within a fantasy setting, if that is to your liking.
I will try to update weekly, unless there is a lack of votes that require more time, or an onslaught of votes to push me quicker.
It is still my story though, so while options may at times seem stifled compared to others, this is to ensure I keep my interest and keep the story flowing, also flowing logically. I won't give options that would upset me if chosen, or don't make sense to the character. Still, I hope you enjoy.
The night sky did not show any stars tonight, with dark clouds hanging high in the heavens blocking out any natural light save the occasional flash of lightning that forked down to the earth, followed shortly by the loud clap of thunder. Torrents of rain pelted the world below, and Rynn grumbled as she rode along a hardly seen path through the forest.
Her sodden cloak dripped around her, no longer protecting her from the weather, and she felt her form shivering with the brutal chill of the wind. Winter was coming fast upon the land, and its bite was already felt this night.
As a free knight of the kingdom, she was expected in the city of Torlassa within the week to join the coming campaign. Her armour rattled in the saddle bags hanging from her horses flanks, doubtlessly needing her attention to ensure it was not rusting.
Another flash of lightning lit the sky, and through a gap in the trees she saw the outline of an old castle just off the path. She did not know of any lords in the area, so doubtlessly it was one of the abandoned forts from generations past. The storm was only worsening, and the path was treacherous enough without the mud and lack of any notable light. If she continued on the horse would doubtlessly break a leg, and that would put her behind even more. She steered off towards the castle.
It stood in a clearing, surrounded by thick forest, only a small crumbling stone wall protecting it. In another flash, Rynn spotted the iron gates that led within the courtyard, both of them rusted and fallen in. Quickly she made her way to the front gate, not getting a good look at the courtyard as she dismounted.
She managed to find a small stable just beside the main gates of the structure, and she quickly tied her horse beneath the miraculously still intact thatch roof. Stroking its mane, and leaving her saddlebags upon it after grabbing a few select items from within, she pushed open the doors and stepped into the lobby of the castle, the smell of must and rotting wood flooding her nostrils. Closing the doors behind her Rynn found herself in the dark. Her first order of business was lighting a torch from materials taken from her own belongings.
With the flickering flame in hand she held it up. The lobby was mostly devoid of anything, save two crumbling statues whose features were too worn to determine what they had once been. Brushing a strand of blonde hair that had fallen free of its pony-tail, Rynn looked up the stairs that started between the twin statues, noting how it broke off into two directions against the back wall to lead further up to the second floor. On the ground floor there were doors towards the east and west, both closed and intact. To the north, behind the staircase were another set of doors.
"A fire might be a good idea," she muttered to herself, still shivering in her sodden tunic and breeches, but she would have to find firewood somewhere.
Standing there, she considered her options:
A) Stay where she was for the night
B) Explore to the West
C) Explore to the East
D) Explore to the North
E) Go upstairs
Inventory: Sword, flint, torch
I will try to update weekly, unless there is a lack of votes that require more time, or an onslaught of votes to push me quicker.
It is still my story though, so while options may at times seem stifled compared to others, this is to ensure I keep my interest and keep the story flowing, also flowing logically. I won't give options that would upset me if chosen, or don't make sense to the character. Still, I hope you enjoy.
The Forgotten Castle
The night sky did not show any stars tonight, with dark clouds hanging high in the heavens blocking out any natural light save the occasional flash of lightning that forked down to the earth, followed shortly by the loud clap of thunder. Torrents of rain pelted the world below, and Rynn grumbled as she rode along a hardly seen path through the forest.
Her sodden cloak dripped around her, no longer protecting her from the weather, and she felt her form shivering with the brutal chill of the wind. Winter was coming fast upon the land, and its bite was already felt this night.
As a free knight of the kingdom, she was expected in the city of Torlassa within the week to join the coming campaign. Her armour rattled in the saddle bags hanging from her horses flanks, doubtlessly needing her attention to ensure it was not rusting.
Another flash of lightning lit the sky, and through a gap in the trees she saw the outline of an old castle just off the path. She did not know of any lords in the area, so doubtlessly it was one of the abandoned forts from generations past. The storm was only worsening, and the path was treacherous enough without the mud and lack of any notable light. If she continued on the horse would doubtlessly break a leg, and that would put her behind even more. She steered off towards the castle.
It stood in a clearing, surrounded by thick forest, only a small crumbling stone wall protecting it. In another flash, Rynn spotted the iron gates that led within the courtyard, both of them rusted and fallen in. Quickly she made her way to the front gate, not getting a good look at the courtyard as she dismounted.
She managed to find a small stable just beside the main gates of the structure, and she quickly tied her horse beneath the miraculously still intact thatch roof. Stroking its mane, and leaving her saddlebags upon it after grabbing a few select items from within, she pushed open the doors and stepped into the lobby of the castle, the smell of must and rotting wood flooding her nostrils. Closing the doors behind her Rynn found herself in the dark. Her first order of business was lighting a torch from materials taken from her own belongings.
With the flickering flame in hand she held it up. The lobby was mostly devoid of anything, save two crumbling statues whose features were too worn to determine what they had once been. Brushing a strand of blonde hair that had fallen free of its pony-tail, Rynn looked up the stairs that started between the twin statues, noting how it broke off into two directions against the back wall to lead further up to the second floor. On the ground floor there were doors towards the east and west, both closed and intact. To the north, behind the staircase were another set of doors.
"A fire might be a good idea," she muttered to herself, still shivering in her sodden tunic and breeches, but she would have to find firewood somewhere.
Standing there, she considered her options:
A) Stay where she was for the night
B) Explore to the West
C) Explore to the East
D) Explore to the North
E) Go upstairs
Inventory: Sword, flint, torch
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