Many of you may remember old school books that you could read, that let you choose the path in which your character would progress. Much like those stories, we wanted to bring you our own spin on these.
Welcome to Epic Tales of Uncertainty!
Each week, until your adventure is concluded, you- the forums- will choose the path for your character. A poll will be made (see above) that will give you choices- choices which can lead to riches, fun, and yes- even death. The rules are simple:
- Vote.
- This is a for "fun" forum game.
- You may reply here to try and sway your fellow forum go-ers, keeping in mind our lovely Social Guidelines.
- You may speculate as to how the decision will impact your character
- You could even go so far as to think how many weeks your character will live
- Winning consists of choosing the right choice that leads the character to a "happy ending."
- Every vote will have 4 choices
- The ones who vote for the winning choice (each week) will be awarded a new forum title of "Uncertainly Epic"
With the rules clearly stated, we now begin our tale:
Part one of the tale is here.
Part two of the tale is here
You calmly sit in the boat, eyes closed, cross-legged, and inhale deeply. You find your center, and listen to your surroundings. You can hear very soft screams from a nearby alcove. The alcove has a small cave nearby it, where the screams come from. You take this as an omen from the wind that you should investigate. As you row closer, the scream and plea for help grows in intensity and volume. There is a moss-covered entrance, rounded out enough for even Conan to fit through. There is a strange odor coming from the cave, and then suddenly... you recognize it. It is the metallic scent of blood recently drawn. As you enter the cave, there is a puddle of water at your feet from where the tide came in a while ago. There is a man, to your left, who has been screaming for help. He sits, back against the wall, nursing an unapparent leg injury. He has some injuries to his right arm, and a fairly nasty gash across his chest. He screams out to nobody in particular "HELP ME!"
To your right is a man, with his sword drawn. He stands tall, at the ready, though he has injuries of his own. He has burn marks on his chest that smells sulfurous, even from this distance. He seems oddly calm, sword trained on the person across from him.
While you can see them, they have not seen you yet, making your next choice crucial.