DiabloKnockoffP3

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<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> ''The inn is packed near to full, but few people are talking. Most sit with their eyes down at their food or drinks. A pair of bards sit in one corner playing their instruments. You enter unnoticed.'' <br> [["I'm headed for the Cathedral." You announce, loudly. "Who among you is brave enough to join me and rid it of its infestation?"]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iFOfSlDCwYw?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> It's dark and drizzling and cold as the grave when you finally arrive inthe town of Tiris Tiraeme, not that you think it'd look more impressive were it bright daytime. Another sleep town of wood and stone hardly distinguishable from any other across Gadgya. <br> Until it wasn't, that is. <br> The streets are empty, and very few houses have lights in their windows. However one buildingi s a beacon of light, noise, and as you approach, warmth. Wood and brick walls with a sloped thatch roof, it's the size of at least three barns by your estimate. A signpost nearby says //Cat's Tail Inn.// <img src=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CYn8loOBn5g/maxresdefault.jpg> [[Enter the inn.|The Tavern]] <br> [[You're tempted to catch a break from the winter weather, but decide against it. You're here on a mission, not to make idle chatter. You decide to move on.|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iFOfSlDCwYw?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gVKEM4K8J8A?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> A wide river separates the town's heart from the wild fields to its east. The bridge over it is large, made of faded white stone. A relic of Rhom Rasha's empire, you know, as sturdy as it was over two millenia ago. <br> A ragged tent sits at its base. Light is visible from between the flaps. As you approach, a hunched figure emerges and ambles into your path. <br> "Halt traveler!" The person says. They pull down the hood of theri cloak, revealing an old and weathered face with a patchy beard. "That way lies danger. I urge you to turn around." <br> (if: $Lynd is false)[["You're concern's appreciated, but I must go on."|Argue]] (if: $Lynd is false)[["That danger is why I'm here."|Explain Yourself.]] (if: $Lynd is true)[["You're concern's appreciated, but I must go on."|Argue with Lynd]] (if: $Lynd is true)[["That danger is why I'm here."|Explain Yourself with Lynd.]]

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<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iFOfSlDCwYw?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gVKEM4K8J8A?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> The man raises his eyebrows. "Whadya mean?" <br> //Curse my quick tongue.// The Conclave's instructions were clear, keep a low profile, don't reveal yourself. "You're not going for glory, you'll garner none from peasants and commnfolk anyway." [[Master Keomeneon]] told you. He knows you well, and you think about what he'd sy now if he heard you just expose yourself. <br> //Well, too late now I suppose.// Sighing, you unfasten the strings of your cloak, then hold it open to reveal your pristine frock coat underneath. Black velvet dark as the night, with white buttons and filligree spun from goldenthread. Even in the dark, it shines like fire. <br> "What in the gods' good name?" The man says. He takes a nervous step back. <br> "My name is Ceorvyd Fosh. I'm a mage, and I've been sent here to vanquish the daemons infesting the cathedral and bring back the [[Prince and Princess]]." //Assuming they're still alive.// [[Next|Continue Explaining]]

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<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/ScMHj7g.jpg> The innkeeper beckons you over to the bar, where he's busy cleaning ale mugs. "You've some balls to announce yourself like that, ser." (set: $Innkeeper to true) "Thank you. I'm not a Sir though." "Whatever you say. I wish you had said you're looking for a hot meal and bed though. We've got an open master room, and fresh sheets for the bed. Fitting for someone from the capital." //Is my accent that obvious?// "That does sound lovely, but I am here on a mission, sent by the King himself. I shouldn't delay myself." He leans over to whisper. "You should. I've heard enough about what's going on in that Cathedral to know that your throwing your life away going in there. Seen too many good men from 'round here lost, don't want to see any more. That Cathedral's best avodied now, whatever's in there don't seem interested in comin out." <br> "Your concern is appreciated. But as I said, I'm here on the King's orders. I have a duty to do." "Why would the King only send one man?" [[Be honest|Honest with Innkeeper]] [[Embellish the truth|Coverrup]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/JzhSREL.png> The woman is sitting alone in a booth that the opposite end of the room. She quickly turns away when you meet her stare. But though her face was obscured by her shourd you saw plainly the worry that flashed in her eyes. You walk over. (set: $Woman to true) <br> "Easy, you needn't fear me." You say when she shrinks back. "Didn't mean to disturb ya, ser." She replies. "I'm no Sir. Just a traveler." You sit down across from her. "You have to be a knight if you're going to the Cathedral. Thems the only ones brave or foolish enough." [["Not quite. Tell me, what business do you have there?"]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/YEKrzKb.png> He doesn't look happy to see you. //I wonder if he's one of those superstitious ones who claims he can smell a mage.// "Good evening to you good Sir." You say, walking towards him with your arms outstretched. (set: $knight to true) "Sir Madwell of House Ormann. Anointed paladin of the Fraternal Order of Templars." He says gruffly. "Sir Madwell of House Ormann." //A Templar, great. Just what I wanted.// "I suspected that the Conclave would stick their nose into this business with the Cathedral." "As I expected the lord of this province to as well." "//Hmmph.// Did they send you to clean up their mess?" [[Next.|Next (Knight)]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> "You look the like adventurer type." You say as you approach the man. He's in the middle of a game of solitaire. (set: $Rogue to true) He sighs, sets down his cards, and grins at you. "Might be, ser, might be." "I'm no Sir." "He says in //that// accent." "Fair enough, but I'm still not a knight." "No? What are you then?" "Just a traveler." "The adventurer type." He stands up and puts a hand over his chest. "Come here for gold and glory and the adulation of the people." He says, mimicking your accent. "You judge me wrong, good man." "You judge me worse for calling me a good man. What else could you be going to that damned Cathedral for?" [[Be honest.]] [[Embellish the truth.]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> Eveyone immediately goes silent. You stand there as all eyes turn your way. //All part of the plan.// <br> "Leave us be, madman!" Someone calls out. That breaks the spell, and people's turn their attention away from you, all except four: [[The Innkeeper]] [[A woman]] [[An armored knight]] [[A shady-looking man at a nearby table]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/JzhSREL.png> The woman turns her eyes downward. "Nothing. No business." You give as disarming a smile as you can. "Forgive me, miss, but I know a lie when I hear one." She glares at you, but after a tense moment sighs and says. "It's my son. He went in there 'bout two weeks back with a band. They said they were gonna clean it up, and... and..." "And he hasn't returned." "Aye, ser." She says. She's starting to tear up. <br> You twiddle your fingers. //They're likely dead by now, but she's in denial about that. I should be honest with her about that. Shouldn't I?"// <br> "Please ser, if- if you're going there, will you try an' find my son? Please? Rogyr's all I have in the world." [[Accept.]] [[Decline.]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/JzhSREL.png> You place a hand gently over hers. "I will, miss. You have my word." //Curse my quick tongue.// "Oh, thank you ser! Thank you! You won't miss him, I swear! Rogyr's a tall lad like his father was. Got blonde hair too. He's the handsomest boy in town, all the girls jsut love him! He said he's gonna marry-" "Yes yes, of course. I'm sure that lucky girl won't want me wasting time in finding him anymore than you do. I must be on my way." (set: $RescueRogyr to false) (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[The Innkeeper]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]] (if: $Rogue is false)[[A shady-looking man at a nearby table]] [[Leave the inn.|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/JzhSREL.png> You place a hand gently over hers. "Miss, I'm sorry, really I am, but if he hasn't returned by now..." She pulls away. "No, don't say it! I can't, I won't hear it!" "You've had to have heard by now about what's in there..." "No, no!" She gets up. "Leave me, please! Go on then to that bloody Cathedral, seems you got a deathwish." You're drawing others' attention again. Rising from the booth seat, you bow your head to the woman. "Have a good evening miss." (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[The Innkeeper]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]] (if: $Rogue is false)[[A shady-looking man at a nearby table]] [[Leave the inn.|The Bridge]]

The king is distraught. The queen has not even made an appearance. "Both my children." He says, wiping his forehead with a kercheif. "Both my children gone into that infernal Cathedral." You say nothing. [[Master Keomeneon]] nods his head. "Your angst is understandable, sire." "My sweet dear girl, abducted! Oh, I should've kept a better guard on her. How could this happen?" Master Keomeneon looks to the floor. "I should have refused my son when he offered to resuce her. Oh, what was I thinking, throwing my first and now //last// child into the dark like that?" "Do not castigate yourself sire. It was out of a father's desperation. Such love would make anyone do the same, consequences be damned." The king looks up at the two of you. "You're certain that it's.. //daemons?//" "Almost certainly, your highness." "My two children, abducted by daemons!" The king wails. You breathe a quiet sigh at the mention of abduction. You hate to lie, to the king especially, but Master Keomeneon was explicit. //"It's not lying, it's omission."// He told you. "There is hope, your grace." He tells the king. "There is power in royal blood. These daemons and their cultists will keep them alive for that."

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> //This one's clever. Not good clever, but clever all the same. It would be better to be honest with him.// You lean in close and whisper, "My name is Ceorvyd Fosh. I'm a mage, and I've been sent here by the King himself to vanquish the daemons infesting the cathedral and bring back the [[Prince and Princess]]." //Assuming they're still alive.// <br> The man's grin widens. He raises his eyebrows. "Well I'll be, a real mage, in the flesh. And here I thought this night would be boring. You shouldn't be telling that to jsut anyone 'round here. People can be spooked by that sort of thing." "You seem like you're made of firmer stuff than the average person." He chuckles. "Maybe you're not so bad a judge of character after all." "Information on the problem is still woefully scarce in the capital, and there are contradicting accounts. I was hoping people in town could provide better. What do you know of the Cathedral?" (set: $honesty to true) [[Next]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> "Though I'm no knight or lord, I was sent her on the King's orders, to cleanse the Cathedral of its infestation, and Rescue the [[Prince and Princess]]. That's all I'm at liberty to divulge." "That's all anyone needs to know at the end o' the day, I 'spose." He says. "Information on the problem is still woefully scarce in the capital, and there are contradicting accounts. I was hoping people in town could provide better. What do you know of the Cathedral?" (set: $honesty to false) [[Next]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> "Only that it should be avoided." He says. "I'm passing through here, and from all the whispers about that place, I intened to pass right quick. I'd do the same if I were you." He flips over a card, then shuffles it into the deck. "I told you, I'm here onthe King's orders." "So? Why risk your neck for him when wouldn't for you?" <br> [["That's not up to me."]] [["It's not for him that I'm truly doing this for. It's for these people, their safety and wellbeing."]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> He considers this a moment. "I 'spose that's true." "That's a fearsome weapon you've got there." You gesture to where it rests by his feet. "A man like you wouldn't have something like that unless he knew how to use it." <img src=https://i.imgur.com/NwW7Djs.jpg> He shrugs. "Might be I stole it, a man like me." "Precisely. I wager you make better use of it than whichever lord you took it from." He chuckles. "I think I know what you're about to say. And the answer is no. I'm not going in there, not risking my neck against gods' know what for nothing." <br> "Not for nothing." <br> "Oh yeah? What would be in it for me?" "The adulation of the people of Tiris Tiraeme for ridding them of this problem. The gratitude of the King for rescuing his children alongside." "Can't eat adulation or buy things with gratitude." "Of course not. Which is why the King is offering a hefty sum of gold for anyone who volunteers. Why do you think so many people have ventured in there already?" "Oh I know that. But I also know none of them venturers have come back out." He flips another card, curses. (if: $honesty is true) ["What's a mage need with help with anyways?"] (if: $honesty is false) ["Shouldn't a King's man be able to handle this sorta thing without recruiting people?] <br> (if: $honesty is true) ["Daemons are dangerous. A mage I may be, but I'd like the safety of numbers."] (if: $honesty is false) ["Were I a knight I'd have about a hundred more at my back. But my superiors prefer discretion. I don't, however."] <br> "That's a fair point I 'spose." "So will you aid me?" [[Next|Next (Rogue 2)]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> He laughs. "Sure, alright then." "You don't approve." "No, but I don't disapprove neither. Don't care 'nough either way." "That's a fearsome weapon you've got there." You gesture to where it rests by his feet. "A man like you wouldn't have something like that unless he knew how to use it." <img src=https://i.imgur.com/NwW7Djs.jpg> He shrugs. "Might be I stole it, a man like me." "Precisely. I wager you make better use of it than whichever lord you took it from." He chuckles. "I think I know what you're about to say. And the answer is no. I'm not going in there, not risking my neck against gods' know what for nothing." <br> "Not for nothing." <br> "Oh yeah? What would be in it for me?" "The adulation of the people of Tiris Tiraeme for ridding them of this problem. The gratitude of the King for rescuing his children alongside." "Can't eat adulation or buy things with gratitude." "Of course not. Which is why the King is offering a hefty sum of gold for anyone who volunteers. Why do you think so many people have ventured in there already?" "Oh I know that. But I also know none of them venturers have come back out. No. The answer is no." <br> (if: $honesty is true) ["You'd be safe with a mage at your side." "If I'd be safe 'nough with you then you don't need me along." "Surely you'd like to see your arrows enchanted with dazzling magic. You might never get the opportunity to fight with magic again." "Oh well."] (if: $honesty is false) ["I would've thought a character like you would be enticed by the prospect of gold straight from the King." "And we're back to bad character judgments."] <br> This is going nowhere. (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[The Innkeeper]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]] (if: $Woman is false) [[A woman]] [[Leave the inn|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/YEKrzKb.png> "This was not our doing." "You expect me to believe that? Mages are never far from daemons." "That's because they're under our jurisdiction to deal with, like anything of the supernatural variety." He snorts. "It's because they're your doing. Your silver tongue and charms won't work on me, mage. I'd advise you to leave. Leave Tiris Tiraeme and leave this daemon business to me." "I was sent here on the King's orders." "Thanks to your silver tonuge no doubt. The King is unwise to trust you mages. I will not be fooled. Only a Templar can defeat deamons and purge the land of their taint." "Perhaps we could join forces." "I would never disgrace myself working with one of you. no. Get thee gone, sorcerer. Leave this Cathedral business to me." "I'm afraid I cannot do that, Sir Madwell of House Ormann." <br> [[He rises out of his seat.]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/YEKrzKb.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/ScMHj7g.jpg> "Do not speak so insolently to me, sorcerer." The room goes silent as everyone's attention is drawn your way. <br> "Hey!" The innkeepr calls. "I'll have no fighting in here. Whatever this is you can take it outside." He moves out from behind the bar. "No need to fret, I was just about ot leave anyway." Sir Madwell says. "There's a mess to clean up." He spits at you, then pushes his way past. People watch as he leaves the inn, then go back to what they were doing. "What's this about you being a sorcerer?" The innkeeper asks you, harshly. "Nothing, nothing. Just him being superstitious. And drunk." "Hmm. He's one of Lord Gherring's household knights. Them lots always been a bit rowdy. Sorry for the trouble he gave you." "No trouble at all." (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[Next|The Innkeeper]] (if: $Innkeeper is true) ["You sure I can't get you that bed or stew?" "I'm afraid not."] (if: $Woman is false)[[A woman]] (if: $Rogue is false)[[A shady-looking man at a nearby table]] [[Leave the inn|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> He considers this for another, longer moment. "Dunno. Doesn't seem worth the risk." "I'd think everything I mentioned is worth it. And imagine the name you'd make for yourself by rescuing the Princess! What is your name anyway?" "Lynd." "Lynd the Hero. The Daemonslayer. He who saved the Princess from grave peril." "And the Prince." "Yes, but I doubt the Prince will want it recorded in the annals that he needed to be rescued like a damsel. And saving a Princess is so romantic, don't you think?" "I 'spose to your Gadgyans. Where I come from Princesses don't have much a good reputation no more." "And where would that be?" "Cercedeon. Bit west of Gadgya, heard of it by chance?" "I have." //Been there too. I've a hunch I know what he's talking about.// "A place of great warriors and heroes." He snorts. "Sure." "Anyways, what say you, great adventurer?" [[Next|Rogue 3]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/ScMHj7g.jpg> "Well... I'm what's called a mage." You answer. //The Conclave isn't going to like me being so open about this. But the people won't trust I'm here to help unless I'm honest.// "As in-" "I know what a mage is. Sorc'rers and spellcasters." The innkeeper says gruffly, setting down the glass he's cleaning. "Explains why Lord Gherring's man oveer there's givin you the bad eye. No disrespect, but I'd rather not have any of that business in mine. Gonna have to ask you to leave my inn, please." "I've no intentions of causing trouble." "Either way you will though. Always happens. Don't matter who starts it. Gonna have to insist, ser." <br> The force in his voice tells you that there'll be no arguing. You bow your head and accede to his wishes. [[Leave the inn.|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/ScMHj7g.jpg> "Discretion." You reply. The innkeeper sets down his glass. You get the impression he doesn't fully buy it. Then he shrugs. "Well, a King's man is a King's man. My services are yours as you wish ser. Still recommend you just lie low for a bit. We get some women coming in ever few nights looking for work, if you know what I mean." "I can infer." You say, face reddening under your hood. "Perhaps another time. I won't be in here for long, just to catch my breath before moving on." <br> The innkeeper sighs. "Well, suit yourself ser. It's your skin, not mine. Feel free to order some food 'fore you go. Would hate for your coin to go to waste collecting dust in the Cathedral. My wife's got her beef stew cooking, real delicacy 'round here." You chuckle. "I'll consider it. Good evening for now though." (if: $Woman is false)[[A woman]] (if: $Rogue is false)[[A shady-looking man at a nearby table]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> "You scared to go down that Cathedral by your lonesome, aren't you?" He waggles his eyebrows at you. "Well, I wouldn't say that." "Cuz you don't wanna admit it." You try to speak but he holds up a hand. "No shame in that though. I'm not one of them fools who thinks its cowardly to admit you're afraid of something. Though things'd be quicker here if you were out with it." "Fine." You say. "You judge me right." "Tell you what." He sets his hand down on top of the deck of cards. "I'll make this simple now. Guess what card's up on the top of this deck, greater than five or less than five. Guess right and I'll come with ya." <br> "That's it?" "That's it." "Putting yourself inthe arms of chance like that, how brave of you. You'll be an ideal compaion for me on this mission." "Only if you guess right. So go on then, make your choice." <br> [[Greater than five]] [[Less than five]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> Lynd flips over the card. <br> Six of hearts. "Damn. Bad luck for me." He says. You grin. "That's luck sometimes." "Well, I'm a man of my word. Unfortunately." He raises his glass. "MY bow is yours, 'til death do you in." "Glad to hear it. We'll leave in a short while. I'll let you finish your supper." "Might want to order some yourself. Bad to go in to who knows what on an empty stomach." "Perhaps your right." (set: $Lynd to true) (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[The Innkeeper]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]] (if: $Woman is false) [[A woman]] [[You sit down and request the warmest dish the innkeeper has available. Once you've both eaten, the time comes to move on with your quest.|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HrvA2eAHcJ4?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rv3Nl-Od9YU?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/XAj99VP.png> <img src=https://i.imgur.com/gl3o88X.png> Lynd flips over the card. <br> Six of hearts. "Ooh, bad luck for you my friend." He says, reclining in his seat. "Sorry 'bout that." <br> "Are you sure I can't change your mind?" "No more than you could change that card." "But what about all that could await you? The adulation, the praise, the glory. The //gold.//" "Oh well. That's luck sometimes." (if: $honesty is true) ["You'd be safe with a mage at your side." "If I'd be safe 'nough with you then you don't need me along." "Surely you'd like to see your arrows enchanted with dazzling magic. You might never get the opportunity to fight with magic again." "Oh well."] (if: $honesty is false) ["I would've thought a character like you would be enticed by the prospect of gold straight from the King." "And we're back to bad character judgments."] <br> This is going nowhere. (if: $Innkeeper is false)[[The Innkeeper]] (if: $Knight is false)[[An armored knight]] (if: $Woman is false) [[A woman]] [[Leave the inn|The Bridge]]

<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iFOfSlDCwYw?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gVKEM4K8J8A?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> "Oh my." The man says. "Good heavens!" "No need to fear." You say. "No, no ser!" "I'm not a-" The man scrambles out of the way, back to his tent. "I won't be gettin' in the way of a mage!" He calls behind him. "Won't be gettin' turned into a newt, no ser! Sorry to trouble you ser!" <br> You sigh. //These poor people, so uneducated.// [[Press on]]

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<iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iFOfSlDCwYw?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="0" height="0" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gVKEM4K8J8A?autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> The man raises his eyebrows. "Whadya mean?" "Our friend here's a special King's man." Lynd says. "Real fancylad type." <br> "Thank you, Lynd." //Curse my quick tongue.// The Conclave's instructions were clear, keep a low profile, don't reveal yourself. "You're not going for glory, you'll garner none from peasants and commnfolk anyway." [[Master Keomeneon]] told you. He knows you well, and you think about what he'd sy now if he heard you just expose yourself. <br> //Well, too late now I suppose.// Sighing, you unfasten the strings of your cloak, then hold it open to reveal your pristine frock coat underneath. Black velvet dark as the night, with white buttons and filligree spun from goldenthread. Even in the dark, it shines like fire. <br> Lynd whistles. "Well I'll be. That what they wear in fancyland?" "What in the gods' good name?" The man says. He takes a nervous step back. <br> "My name is Ceorvyd Fosh. I'm a mage, and I've been sent here to vanquish the daemons infesting the cathedral and bring back the [[Prince and Princess]]." //Assuming they're still alive.// [[Next|Continue Explaining with Lynd]]

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