Sylas nods in agreement with Fiona's assessment but holds up a hand, signaling for patience.(text-colour:green)[ "We'll need to wait for Sam,"] he explains, his tone calm yet firm. (text-colour:green)["He's quick, but we can't leave without him. Let's find a spot to lay low until he catches up."]
Fiona furrows her brow, her concern evident.(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:orange)[ "But what if he gets caught?"]] she asks, her voice laced with worry. (text-rotate-z:1)[(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:orange)["We can't risk it."]]]
Kurt, the elven lute player, interjects with a cool confidence. (text-colour:cyan)["Sam knows what he's doing,"] he reassures them, his voice steady.(text-colour:cyan)[ "We'll give him some time, but we need to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the greater the risk."]
Fiona nods reluctantly,
[[Wait for Sam|Not without you and the Money]] (text-colour:yellow)[“//You are my cleric, The one desire, Believe when I Sing it that way!//”]
Sylas belted out singing with all his heart, Hoping that their plan works.
[[Keep Playing]]The tavern erupts into cheers and applause, and a satisfied smile spreads across Sylas's face as he watches the crowd's reaction. His gaze shifts to Sam, the halfling member of their band, who skillfully takes advantage of the distraction to pickpocket every person he can. With a nod of approval, Sylas joins the rest of the band in bowing and waving to the audience as they exit the stage.
Once outside the bar, amidst the bustling streets of Rivershade, Fiona, the drummer, takes charge. She strides to the front of the pack, her expression determined. (text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:#f3a353)["We need to get out of here before those idiots realize they've been robbed,"]] she declares, her voice urgent. Sylas nods in agreement, knowing they need to make a swift exit before they attract any unwanted attention.
[[ We need to wait for Sam]]
[[You're right lets get out of here]]
The streets outside the bar are alive with the night's buzz, but for the band members, there's a tense silence as they wait for Sam to return. Minutes tick by, turning into an eternity as they exchange nervous glances and fidget with their instruments.
But as the crowd begins to thin and the night wears on, there's still no sign of Sam—Sylas's anxiety mounts with each passing moment, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:yellow)["We can't wait any longer,"]] he says, his voice strained with urgency.(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:yellow)[ "Something's not right. We need to go."]]
Reluctantly, the others nod in agreement, their concern mirroring Sylas's. With heavy hearts and unanswered questions, they turn away from the bar, leaving behind the hope of finding Sam and the safety of the familiar streets. As they disappear into the darkness of the night, the weight of uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the friend they've left behind.
[[Back to safe house with the Band]]
(text-colour:green)[“//Load up on spells, bring your friends, It's fun to cast then to pretend. She's over-bored and self-assured, Oh no, I know a lich's word!//” ]
Sylas belted out singing with all his heart, Hoping that their plan works, but for a moment Sylas rembers the joy of just playing music.
[[Keep Playing]](either:"The crowd loves the emotional song tossing coins up onto the stage Sylas and Kurt start grabbing all the coins they could possibly hold","They Hate the song and start reaching for something to throw.")
You now have (print:$Money) gold .The band and Sylas takes the stage someone in the crowd yells "Not this bard again!" in disgust.
Which song does Sylas play
[[Song1]]
[[Song2|Song1]]
[[Song3|Song1]]Sylas, the Bard, blinks slowly, returning to reality as if emerging from a dream. He can barely recall signing his band up for the stage, yet here they are, ascending the stairs to the platform. Gazing out at the sea of faces, most lost in a drunken haze, he feels a twinge of uncertainty. A halfling in the front row begins yelling something incomprehensible, but the cue to begin playing is unmistakable. Sylas glances at Kurt, his elven bandmate, and gives him a nod to start.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:green)["Hey everyone,"]] Sylas begins, his voice carrying a raw authenticity,(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:green)[ "thanks for being here. We're The Arcane Troubadours, and tonight, we're about to bring some magic to this stage. So, buckle up and let's rock!"]]
What song does Sylas play?
//[[Smells Like Bard Spirit]]
[[Wonderwell]]
[[Uptown Elf]]
[[I Sing It That Way]]//
(set:$Hp to 100)
(set:$Money to 4)
(set: $inventory to (a:))(text-colour:cyan)[“//Uptown Elf gonna give it to ya, Uptown Elf gonna weave it through ya, Uptown elf, gonna cast it up, He's got that magic.//”]
Sylas belted out singing with all his heart, Hoping that their plan works.
[[Keep Playing]]Any way Heres wonderwell
(text-colour:orange)[“// Today is gonna be the day That I'll play my lute for you. By now you should've somehow Realized what I'm here to do. I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now//”]
Sylas belted out singing with all his heart, Hoping that their plan works.
[[Keep Playing]]Sylas's brows furrow as he considers Fiona's words.(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:green)[ "Agreed,"]] he says, his tone grave. (text-colour:green)["But we can't risk getting caught because of Sam's antics. We'll have to leave without him for now. Let's move quickly before anyone notices."] With a heavy heart, he leads the band away from the tavern, leaving Sam behind.
[[Back to safe house]]
As the gang attempts to make their quiet escape through the dimly lit alleyway, Kurt's keen elven ears catch the distant sounds of raised voices. He holds up a hand, motioning for the others to stop, his senses on high alert. Soon enough, the shouts grow louder, echoing off the narrow walls of the alley.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)["Sylas, Fiona, wait,"]] Kurt whispers urgently, his eyes narrowing as he scans the shadows ahead.
Before they can react, Sam comes tearing around the corner, his breath ragged and his eyes wide with panic. (text-style:"shudder")[(text-colour:red)["They're after me!"]] he gasps, his words barely audible over the pounding of his footsteps.
Sure enough, in hot pursuit, a group of angry townsfolk emerges from the darkness, their faces contorted with fury as they spot Sam and the rest of the gang. With no time to waste, the group braces themselves for a confrontation, knowing that their peaceful getaway has been abruptly interrupted.
[[Try to scare them off]]
[[Run!]]
As they approach the safehouse, however, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of Sylas's stomach. The usually bustling streets are eerily quiet, and there's no sign of Joel, their trusted Boss turned manager, waiting to greet them.
(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:orange)["Something's not right,"]] Fiona murmurs, voicing the heavy unease in the air.
With a sense of foreboding, Sylas cautiously pushes open the door to their safe house, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight that greets them sends a chill down his spine - the safehouse is empty, devoid of any sign of life or the warmth of their makeshift family.
Panic rises in Sylas's throat as he realizes the gravity of their situation. Without Sam and Joel, they're more vulnerable than ever before, exposed to the dangers of the city with nowhere to turn for help.
[[Wait till the morning]]Sylas steps forward, his hands raised in a gesture of peace, but his voice carries a commanding edge as he attempts to scare off the pursuing townsfolk.''(text-colour:orange)[ "Back off!"]'' he bellows, channeling all the authority he can muster. (text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)[''"We mean no harm, but we won't hesitate to defend ourselves!"'']]
However, his attempts prove futile as the townsfolk continue to advance, their anger unabated. Before long, the situation escalates as guards and drunken revelers join the fray, drawn by the commotion.
With a resigned sigh, Sylas braces himself for the impending clash
(set:$peopleKilled to 0)
[[Run!]]
[[Fight!]]With adrenaline coursing through their veins and fear gripping their hearts, the band dashes through the labyrinthine streets, leaving Sam behind in the chaos of the brawl. Each step feels like a betrayal, a stark reminder of the harsh reality of survival.
Sylas leads the way, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushes himself to run faster, to escape the turmoil that threatens to consume them all. Fiona and Kurt follow close behind, their faces drawn and pale with shock and guilt.
[[Back to safe house with the Band]] Finally reaching the outskirts of town, away from the clamor of guards and drunken revelers they had swindled, the band finds refuge in an old library, now repurposed into a safe haven by Joel, their band manager. It's the only place they truly consider home, the sole sanctuary where they can find respite from the chaos.
Emerging from his makeshift bedroom, Joel's demeanor remains businesslike as ever. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Well, did you make a profit?"] he inquires plainly, his words carrying the weight of someone accustomed to running operations
[["We Nearly died for your gold"]]
[[ "Hell Yeah we did"]]
[[Take the bag of gold coins from Sam and hand it to Joel]]
(set:$madAtJoel to 0)Sylas snatches the bag of gold from Sam's grasp, a glint of frustration in his eyes as he wordlessly hands it over to Joel. His actions speak louder than words, a subtle display of his discontent, yet acknowledging Joel's authority.
Joel's expression remains stoic as he accepts the bag of gold from Sylas, his gaze unwavering. Without missing a beat, he simply nods in acknowledgment before turning to inspect the contents of the bag. His silence carries a sense of authority, subtly implying his expectation of results from the band's endeavors.
[[Go to Bed and Rest up]]
(set:$madAtJoel to 1)Sylas's chest heaves with exertion, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he shoots Joel a glare.'' (text-style:"shudder")[(text-colour:red)["Profit? We barely made it out alive!"]]'' His voice crackles with frustration, the near brush with death still fresh in his mind. (text-style:"shudder")[(text-colour:red)[''"Risking our necks for a handful of gold is hardly worth it."'']] He clenches his fists, the sting of betrayal seeping into his words.
Joel raises an eyebrow, his expression stoic. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Surviving is a profit in itself, Sylas,"] he counters evenly.(text-colour:#ffec99)[ "We'll find other opportunities. For now, rest up. We've got more work to do."]
[[Go to Bed and Rest up]]
(set:$madAtJoel to 2)
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:lime)["Hell yeah, we did!" ]]Sylas exclaims, his voice filled with excitement and triumph. (text-style:"fidget")[(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:lime)["We scored big this time, Joel. Those guards and drunks didn't stand a chance against us. We're coming back with a bag full of gold!"]]]
(text-colour:#ffec99)["Alright, settle down, Sylas,"] Joel says with a calm but firm tone, as if trying to rein in an overexcited child. "(text-colour:#ffec99)[Let's hear the details. But remember, success today doesn't guarantee safety tomorrow. Keep your wits about you and stay focused on the next move."]
[[Go to Bed and Rest up]]
As the night wears on and exhaustion begins to weigh heavily on his shoulders, Sylas finally retreats to his makeshift bed in the safe house. The events of the day whirl through his mind like a storm, leaving him feeling drained and overwhelmed.
With a heavy sigh, he sinks onto the thin mattress, the worn blankets providing little comfort against the cold. Despite his weariness, sleep eludes him, his mind still racing with thoughts of Sam, Joel, and the choices they've had to make.
Outside, the city is alive with the sounds of the night - the distant hum of voices, the faint echo of footsteps in the streets below. But inside the safe house, all is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft rustle of fabric.
(if:$madAtJoel>1)[[Try to convince the others to run away from Joel]]
[[Sleep to Morning]]The alleyway becomes a battleground as the clash erupts in a whirlwind of chaos and conflict. Sylas, Fiona, Kurt, and Sam stand back-to-back, their weapons drawn as they face off against the onslaught of guards and drunken assailants.
Sylas swings his lute like a makeshift club, his strikes calculated and precise as he fends off attackers with skillful agility. Fiona's drumsticks become deadly weapons, striking with lightning speed as she defends her comrades with unwavering determination. Kurt moves with the grace of an acrobat, his elven agility allowing him to evade blows while delivering swift, devastating strikes of his own.
But as the fight rages on, the odds begin to stack against them. Sam finds himself cornered by a particularly vicious group of guards, his back against the wall as they close in for the kill. With a desperate cry,(text-style:"rumble")[(text-colour:red)[ "HELP ME!"]] he looks to Sylas for help, his eyes pleading for salvation.
[[Leave Sam]]
[[Save Sam]]In the heat of the brawl, Sylas's heart races with the weight of an impossible decision. With a quick glance at Sam, who is trapped by two guards, fear etched into his features, Sylas knows what he must do.
(text-style:"shudder")[(text-colour:red)["Cover me!"]] he shouts to his companions, his voice slicing through the chaos.
With a surge of determination, Sylas charges forward, his lute raised like a weapon. In a swift and decisive motion, he strikes out, killing one of the guards with a fatal blow to the head.
(text-colour:red)["Go, Sam, go!"] Sylas urges, his voice urgent as he gestures for his friend to flee.
With wide eyes and a mix of shock and gratitude, Sam scrambles past the remaining assailants, joining the others in their hasty retreat.
As they flee through the twisting alleys, Sylas's breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart heavy with the weight of what he's just done. Tears blur his vision as he grapples with the reality of taking another's life, but he knows there's no time to dwell on it now. With a fierce determination, he pushes aside his emotions, steeling himself to keep running alongside his companions.
(set:$peopleKilled to 1)
[[Back to safe house running away from the fight]]
As the chaos of the fight swirls around them, Sylas makes a split-second decision. With a heavy heart, he realizes that the only way to ensure their survival is to leave Sam behind.
(text-style:"rumble")[''[(text-colour:red)["Come on, we have to go!"]]''] Sylas shouts to the others, his voice tinged with regret.
With a glance back at Sam, who is still fending off attackers with all his might, Sylas leads the group in a hasty retreat. Each step weighs heavily on his conscience, but he knows that they have no choice if they want to make it out alive.
As they disappear into the labyrinthine streets of the city, Sylas can't shake the feeling of guilt that gnaws at him. But for now, survival must come first. Sam will be arrested or worse.
[[Go home|Run!]]As the first light of dawn filters through the windows of the safe house, Sylas stirs from his fitful sleep.
Panic rises in his chest as he searches for any sign of his companions - Sam, Fiona, Kurt - but the safe house is empty, devoid of any trace of their presence.
A sense of betrayal washes over Sylas as he realizes they've left him behind and abandoned him in the darkness of the night. His mind races with questions - did they leave willingly, or were they taken against their will? And why would they leave him behind after everything they've been through together?
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Sylas knows he can't stay here any longer. He gathers what few belongings he has left and slips out into the cold morning light, alone and adrift in a city that offers no solace for the lost and the forsaken.
What Should Sylas do.
[[Wait For Joel]]As Sylas wanders through the streets, the weight of loneliness is heavy on his shoulders, and a strange sense of calm washes over him. At that moment, he decides he doesn't care about what happened to his companions or why they left him behind.
With a shrug of resignation, Sylas makes his way to the city’s outskirts, where a peaceful river flows lazily through the countryside. Finding a secluded spot along the riverbank, he sets up his fishing rod and casts his line into the water.
For the next two weeks, Sylas loses himself in the rhythm of the river, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, and the steady pull of the fish on his line. In the tranquility of nature, he finds solace and a sense of peace that he hasn't felt in a long time.
As he watches the sun set over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, Sylas realizes that sometimes, the best way to heal is to simply let go and embrace the quiet beauty of the world around him. And for now, that's precisely what he intends to do.
(text-colour:green)[//The Side Quest Ending//]Days turn into weeks, and weeks become months as Sylas waits in vain for Joel to return. But as the days drag on with no sign of his former mentor, Sylas realizes that he's been abandoned, left to fend for himself in a city that shows no mercy to the weak.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Sylas knows he can't wait any longer. If Joel isn't returning, he'll have to carve out his path and forge his destiny in a world without handouts.
With determination burning in his veins, Sylas begins to gather a group of like-minded individuals, forming his own crime family from the ashes of the one he left behind. Under his leadership, they begin to make their mark on the city, slowly gaining power and influence each day.
As the years go by, Sylas becomes the undisputed kingpin of the underworld, his name whispered in fear and reverence by those who dare to cross him. With Joel's betrayal still fresh in his mind, Sylas vows never to let anyone hold power over him again, to be left behind in the shadows of the night.
''The End''Sylas gathers his bandmates, feeling the weight of the decision he knows he must make. They sit in the dimly lit safe house, a sanctuary that Joel had provided for them in their darkest times. Sylas looks around at the faces of his companions, each one a testament to the life they've built together under Joel's guidance.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:yellow)["Listen,"]] Sylas begins, his voice soft but resolute, (text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:yellow)["I know Joel has been like a father to us. He took us in when we had nowhere else to go, taught us how to surviv, But we can't ignore what he's become, and what he's turned us into."]]
He sees the uncertainty in Sam's eyes, the concern in Fiona's, and the hardened resolve in Kurt's. Sylas knows that his words will be hard for them to hear, but he also knows that they can't continue down this path blindly following Joel's lead.
(text-colour:yellow)["Think about it,"] Sylas continues, his voice gaining strength. (text-colour:#e6ca19)["Yes, Joel taught us how to steal and fight, how to survive in the streets. But is that really the life we want for ourselves? Do we want to spend our days looking over our shoulders, wondering when it will all catch up to us?"]
He lets the questions hang in the air, knowing that they each carry a weight that can't be ignored. But he also knows that they have to face the truth, no matter how difficult it may be.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:#e6ca19)["We have to leave Joel behind,"]] Sylas concludes, his voice tinged with sadness.
[[Wait till the morning]]
[[Gather eveything and Leave now]]The first light of dawn filters through the windows of the safe house, casting a soft glow over the room. But Sylas remains lost in the depths of sleep, oblivious to the new day dawning outside.
Not until he's jolted awake by a sudden commotion does he realize he's been stirred from his rest. Blinking blearily, Sylas sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he tries to make sense of the situation.
(text-colour:cyan)["Sorry, Sylas,"] comes Sam's voice, apologetic yet earnest. (text-colour:cyan)["Didn't mean to wake you up, but I wanted to thank you."]
Sylas blinks in confusion, still half-asleep, as he tries to process Sam's words(text-colour:lime)[. "Thank me? For what?"] he mumbles, his mind still foggy with sleep. Sam offers him a grateful smile tinged with a hint of vulnerability. (text-colour:cyan)["For saving me back there," ]he says quietly. (text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:cyan)["I owe you one, mate. I don't know if I would've done the same for you."]]
Sylas's heart skips a beat at Sam's words, a mixture of emotions flooding through him. Gratitude, relief, and a pang of sadness all swirl together as he realizes the depth of their bond.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:green)["Hey, we're a team, Sam," Sylas replies, his voice soft yet resolute. "We look out for each other, no matter what, Right?"]]
With a nod of understanding, Sam retreats to his own corner of the room
[[Go To the main room of the safe house]]Sylas watches as his words sink in, seeing the turmoil reflected in the eyes of his bandmates. Sam shifts uncomfortably, Fiona's brow furrows with concern, and Kurt's jaw clenches with determination.
As the weight of their decision settles over them, Sylas knows that they must act quickly. They can't longer afford to linger in the safe house, not with Joel's influence looming over them like a shadow.
(text-colour:yellow)["We have to leave Joel behind,"] Sylas repeats, his voice firm despite the sadness that lingers in his heart. (text-colour:yellow)["We need to start fresh, away from the life he's drawn us into. We can't let ourselves be defined by his choices any longer."]
There's a moment of silence as his words hang in the air, the gravity of their decision weighing heavily on each of them. But then, as one, they nod in agreement, their resolve strengthening with each passing second.
With a sense of purpose, Sylas leads the way, his companions close behind him. As they step out into the night, leaving behind the safe house and the life they once knew, they do so with a newfound determination to forge their own path, reclaim their futures, and leave Joel and his influence far behind them.
''The End''
As Sylas emerges from his interrupted slumber, the weight of Sam's gratitude still lingering in his mind, he finds himself drawn to the main room of the safe house. He is met there by Joel, their enigmatic manager, whose presence commands attention even in the early morning hours.
(text-colour:#ffec99)["Sylas,"] Joel says, his voice carrying an air of authority that brooks no argument. (text-colour:#ffec99)["I have a task for you, a quest that only you can undertake."]
Sylas's curiosity piqued, he listens intently as Joel outlines the details of the mission - to hunt down a mysterious giant wolf rumored to guard a trove of ancient magic treasure. It's a daunting task, even more so because no one else believes the creature exists.
(text-colour:#ffec99)["I need someone with your skills, Sylas,"] Joel continues, his gaze piercing.(text-colour:#ffec99)[ "Someone who can navigate the dangers of the wilderness and uncover the truth behind this legend."]
Sylas's mind races with conflicting emotions - excitement at the prospect of adventure tempered by the gravity of the task at hand. But as he meets Joel's unwavering gaze, he knows there's no turning back.
[[Take the Quest]]
(if:$madAtJoel>0)[[Tell Joel off and Blame him]]
[[Refuse the Quest]]Sylas nods decisively, his determination shining through his eyes. (text-colour:lime)["I accept the quest, Joel," ]he declares, his voice steady despite the flutter of excitement in his chest.(text-colour:lime)[ "I won't let you down."]
Joel's expression softens with gratitude as he clasps Sylas's shoulder firmly. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Thank you, Sylas," ]he says sincerely. (text-colour:#ffec99)["I know you're the right one for this task."]
As Sylas prepares to embark on his solitary journey, Joel's demeanor shifts slightly, a glint of mischief sparking in his eyes. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Oh, and while you're off hunting wolves and treasure,"] he adds with a wry smile,(text-colour:#ffec99)[ "the rest of the gang will be taking on a small job of their own."]
Sylas raises an eyebrow, curious about the nature of the job. (text-colour:lime)[(text-colour:#ffec99)["What kind of job?"]] he asks, a hint of intrigue coloring his tone.
Joel chuckles, his smile widening. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Let's just say they'll be paying a visit to a certain family,"] he replies cryptically. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Nothing too dangerous, but it should keep them busy while you're on your adventure."]
[[Leave the House and go into town]]
Sylas's brow furrows in frustration as Joel lays out the quest's details, his words stirring up a storm of emotions within him. The weight of the previous night's events still hangs heavy on his shoulders, and he can't shake the feeling that Joel's sudden request is nothing more than a convenient distraction.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)["Are you serious? Wh - What do you mean, a quest?"]] Sylas bursts out, his voice laced with anger.(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)[ "After everything that happened last night, you want me to just up and leave? And for what? Some wild goose chase after a mythical beast?"]]
His words spill out in a torrent of pent-up frustration. He turns accusing eyes on Joel, his gaze burning with resentment.
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)["This is your fault, Joel,"]] Sylas continues, his voice trembling with emotion. (text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:orange)["If you hadn't pushed us into that mess in the first place, We nearly lost Sam last night!"]]
His outburst hangs in the air, the silence that follows deafening in its intensity. Sylas's chest heaves with the force of his emotions, but as he meets Joel's impassive gaze, he knows that his words have fallen on deaf ears.
[[Continue]]Sylas stands before Joel, his heart heavy with uncertainty as the weight of the quest presses down upon him. He listens intently to Joel's words, feeling the gravity of the task ahead, but deep down, he knows this is not the path he wants to follow.
With a heavy sigh, Sylas meets Joel's gaze and shakes his head.(text-colour:orange)[ "I'm sorry, Joel,"] he says, his voice tinged with regret.(text-colour:orange)[ "But I can't do it. I can't keep living this life of crime, risking my life for treasure and glory."]
Joel's expression darkens with disappointment, but Sylas stands firm in his decision. He knows he can't continue down a path against his values and principles.
(text-colour:orange)["I'm leaving, Joel,"] Sylas continues, his voice unwavering. (text-colour:orange)["I need to find a new path, one where I can use my talents for good instead of harm."]
With that, Sylas turns and walks away, leaving behind the life of crime and uncertainty that once defined him. As he steps out into the world beyond the safe house, he feels a sense of liberation wash over him, knowing he's finally free to forge his destiny.
[[Sylas looks for a Job at a coffee Shop]]
[[Sylas looks for a job on a fishing boat]]Joel's expression remains unreadable as Sylas unleashes his pent-up anger and frustration. The accusations sting, but Joel knows better than to react impulsively. He listens in silence, absorbing every word, every accusation hurled his way.
When Sylas finally falls silent, Joel's gaze softens, a flicker of sadness crossing his features. (text-colour:#ffec99)["Sylas,"] he begins, his voice calm yet tinged with regret, (text-colour:#ffec99)["you know I've always had your best interests at heart. I taught you everything I know, clothed you, raised you like my own son."]
His words carry the weight of a lifetime of mentorship and guidance, a bond forged through trials and triumphs. But even as he speaks, Joel can't shake the gnawing feeling of guilt that eats away at him.
(text-colour:#ffec99)["I understand your anger,"] he continues, his tone gentle yet firm.(text-colour:#ffec99)[ "But sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good. I need you to trust me, Sylas. Trust that I have a plan, even if you can't see it yet."]
(text-colour:#ffec99)["Just trust me I need you for this quest"] Joel says still eyeing Sylas.
[[Take the Quest]]
[[Refuse the Quest]] As Sylas steps out into the bustling streets of the town, he can feel the weight of his quest pressing upon him. The distant outline of the(text-colour:#8ce99a)[(text-style:"emboss")[ forest]] looms on the horizon, beckoning him forward with the promise of adventure and danger.
But before he sets out on his journey, Sylas knows that he needs to make some preparations. His eyes sweep across the busy thoroughfare, taking in the sights and sounds of the town as he considers his options.
To his left, he spots the glow of a (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[''blacksmith's forge''], the clanging of metal echoing through the air. It's a tempting prospect - perhaps he could procure some new weapons or armor to aid him on his quest.
But then, his gaze drifts to the right, where the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts from //(text-colour:#74c0fc)[JavaDogs Coffee shop]//. The thought of a warm cup of coffee to fortify him on his journey is undeniably appealing.
[[Continue the Quest]]
[[Go to JavaDogs]]
[[Go to Blacksmith]]His journey leads him to a quaint little establishment in the city's heart - Ye Olde Coffee Shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the inviting warmth of the cozy interior draw him in. Before he knows it, Sylas stands before the counter, ready to embark on a new adventure.
With a smile, he approaches the owner, a kindly old barista who greets him with a twinkle in his eye.(text-colour:#37b24d)[ (text-colour:#66d9e8)["Looking for a job, lad?"]] the owner asks, his voice warm and welcoming.
Sylas nods eagerly, his heart racing with excitement for the opportunity ahead. (text-colour:#51cf66)["Yes, sir," ]he replies, his voice filled with determination. (text-colour:#51cf66)["I'm ready to start anew."]
And so, Sylas begins his journey as a barista at Ye Olde Coffee Shop, immersing himself in the art of brewing coffee and serving customers with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor. With each passing day, he finds fulfillment in his work, knowing he's finally found a place where he belongs.
As he pours his heart and soul into his new role, Sylas discovers that the most extraordinary adventures are sometimes found not in daring quests or grand exploits but in the simple joys of everyday life. And in the warmth of Ye Olde Coffee Shop, he finds a sense of purpose and belonging that he never thought possible.
The End.
Years pass, and Sylas finds solace and purpose in life's rhythmic ebb and flow on a fishing boat. He becomes a legend among the fishermen, renowned for his skill and expertise on the open sea. But as the years roll by, the memories of his past life fade into the distance, replaced by the simple joys of the ocean and the camaraderie of his fellow sailors.
However, fate has other plans in store for Sylas. One fateful day, their peaceful routine is shattered when a monstrous creature from the depths attacks their boat. Despite their valiant efforts to fend off the beast, tragedy strikes as Sylas finds himself caught in the creature's jaws, his life slipping away in the churning waters.
As the waves crash around him and the light begins to fade, Sylas's thoughts drift back to the friends he left behind, the adventures they shared, and the choices that led him to this moment. But even in his final moments, he finds peace knowing that he lived on his own terms, following his heart and chasing his dreams until the very end.
(text-style:"fidget")[As Sylas ventures out of town and into the forest, he quickly realizes that he's ill-prepared for the dangers that lurk within its depths. The dense foliage closes in around him, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance with malice.
Suddenly, without warning, a horde of goblins emerges from the underbrush, their malicious grins filled with malintent as they brandish crude weapons. Sylas's heart races with fear as he realizes he's stumbled into a trap.
With no time to react, the goblins launch themselves at him, their wild cries filling the air with chaos. Sylas fights back with all the skill he can muster, his hands shaking as he wields his lute like a makeshift weapon.
But it's clear that he's outnumbered and outmatched, and with each passing moment, the goblins press closer, their blows raining down upon him with relentless ferocity.]
[[Try to Run]]
[[Try to fight]]As Sylas steps into JavaDogs, he's enveloped by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and tempting pastries. The warmth of the cozy atmosphere washes over him, easing the tension of his upcoming journey.
(text-colour:#66d9e8)["Welcome to Javadogs,"] a cheerful voice calls out from behind a towering espresso machine, drawing Sylas's attention. He turns to see a medium-sized dog with white fur and brown spots approaching him, wagging her tail eagerly.
(text-colour:#66d9e8)["Her name is Maggie, and she just wants to say hi,"] the man behind the counter explains with a friendly smile, gesturing to the canine greeter.
[[Pet and Talk to Maggie]]As Sylas steps into the blacksmith's workshop, he's immediately hit by a wave of intense heat and the deafening cacophony of clanging metal. Sweat beads on his forehead as he takes in the sight of the bustling forge, the air thick with the smell of heated steel.
The blacksmith, a woman with strong arms and a determined expression, looks up from her work as Sylas approaches. Despite the heat and noise, she greets him with a welcoming smile, her hammer still in hand as she continues to shape a red-hot blade.
(text-colour:#ff6b6b)["Welcome, what do you need?"] she asks, her voice barely audible over the din of the forge.
Sylas raises his voice to be heard above the noise. "I'm just looking for a sword," he replies, his gaze drawn to the rows of gleaming weapons lining the walls of the workshop.
[[Contniue.]](text-colour:#63e6be)["You're such a sweet girl, Maggie,"] Sylas says softly, his voice filled with warmth and fondness. He scratches behind her ear, eliciting a contented sigh from the canine companion. As Maggie looks up at him with adoring eyes, Sylas can't help but feel a sense of kinship with the loyal pup.
Maggie then raises her paw.
[[Give Maggie a high five, then Order.]]
(set:$HighFive to 1)(if:$HighFive > 0)[Sylas returns Maggie's high five with a gentle touch, his smile widening at the canine's playful demeanor. As Maggie returns to her spot in the cozy corner of the cafe, aptly named the Maggie Cave, Sylas turns his attention to the barista.]
(else:)[As Maggie gracefully retreats to her spot, aptly named the Maggie Cave, Sylas watches her with a fond smile before turning his attention to the barista]
The tall elf with short brown hair and a friendly demeanor greets him with a warm smile, his flannel shirt and embroidered apron stating his name Tyler, giving him a casual yet professional air.
(text-colour:#66d9e8)["What can I get for you?"] The barista asks.
[[ I’ll take the Ranger’s brew]]
[[I’ll take the Rogue's Rum Raisin latte]]
[[I’ll take the Bard's Biscotti latte]]
Tyler's eyes light up with enthusiasm at Sylas's choice. "Oh, great choice!" he exclaims, reaching for a large boiling glass bottle to pour the coffee. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["It's a super earthy roast, best served black. My personal favorite,"] he adds with a grin, expertly filling a mug with the fragrant brew.
As Sylas reaches for his pouch to pay, Tyler waves him off with a chuckle. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["Oh, don't worry about paying," ]he says casually.(text-colour:#66d9e8)[ "Maggie says you're cool. It's on her gold today – she's the boss after all."]
Sylas can't help but chuckle at Tyler's explanation, touched by Maggie's generosity.
[[Say thanks and leave the shop.]]Tyler nods approvingly.(text-colour:#66d9e8)[ "Ah, you're a brave soul,"] he remarks with a grin, reaching for a mysterious glowing flask and pouring a small amount of its contents into a cup. He then adds a shot of espresso and tops it off with an oat drink, creating a unique concoction that emits a tantalizing aroma.
(text-colour:#66d9e8)["Here you go,"] Tyler says, handing Sylas the finished latte with a flourish. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["It's good, just a little stout for my liking,"] he chuckles.
As Sylas reaches for his pouch to pay, Tyler waves him off with a casual gesture.(text-colour:#66d9e8)[ "Oh, don't worry about paying," ]he says with a smile.(text-colour:#66d9e8)[ "Maggie says you're cool. It's on her gold today – she's the boss, after all."]
[[Say thanks and leave the shop.]]Tyler nods with a knowing smile. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["Ah, yes, the fan favorite and what I expected from a bard,"] he remarks, reaching for fresh spices from a nearby plant. With practiced skill, he adds them to a cup along with some syrup, creating a tantalizing blend of sweet and spice.
As Sylas reaches for his pouch to pay, Tyler waves him off with a casual gesture. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["Oh, don't worry about paying,"] he says with a grin. (text-colour:#66d9e8)["Maggie says you're cool. It's on her gold today – she's the boss after all."]
[[Say thanks and leave the shop.]]With a wave to Maggie, the canine companion who had greeted him so warmly, Sylas sets off into the heart of the town, eager to continue his journey.
With his mind set on making preparations for his upcoming quest, Sylas decides to head towards the blacksmith. He knows that a sturdy weapon or a suit of armor could prove invaluable in the face of the dangers that lie ahead, and he's determined to equip himself with the best gear possible.
[[Go to Blacksmith]] (text-colour:#ff6b6b)["Okay,"] the blacksmith says as she lays her hammer down, the rhythmic clang of metal subsiding momentarily. She eyes Sylas thoughtfully for a moment before nodding to herself.
(text-colour:#ff6b6b)["I know just the one,"] she says, walking along the wall of assorted armaments with purpose. After a brief search, she retrieves a basic-looking longsword and presents it to Sylas. This one should suit you in terms of size and weight.
Sylas takes a moment to examine the sword, feeling its weight in his hand and testing its balance with a few experimental swings. It feels comfortable and familiar, and he can sense the craftsmanship that went into its creation.
Turning to the blacksmith, he nods in agreement. (text-colour:#51cf66)["I think you're right,"] he says, a sense of determination. (text-colour:#51cf66)["I'll take it."]
The blacksmith nods in satisfaction, a hint of pride in her eyes as she hands over the longsword. "That'll be 40 gold coins," she informs him.
Remembering this was nearly his entire cut of last night's, Sylas hands over the coins.
[[Leave and Continue the quest]]"Thank you," Sylas replies with gratitude, tucking the newly acquired long sword securely at his side. "I appreciate your help. This sword will certainly serve me well."
As he considers the blacksmith's question, Sylas briefly scans the workshop, taking note of the various tools and weapons on display. While tempted to browse further, he knows he must be mindful of his remaining funds and prioritize his needs.
"I think I'm all set for now," he says with a smile, shaking his head slightly. "But I'll keep you in mind if I find myself in need of anything else. Thank you again."
With a nod of acknowledgment, Sylas bids the blacksmith farewell and steps back out into the bustling streets of Rivershade.
[[Continue?]]
As Sylas attempts to flee from the ferocious goblins, his footsteps stumbling over the tangled roots and undergrowth of the forest floor, he can feel the hot breath of his pursuers on his neck. With every passing moment, their crude weapons draw closer, their manic laughter echoing through the trees.
But try as he might, Sylas's efforts to escape prove futile. The goblins close around him in a sudden ambush, overwhelming him with sheer numbers. With a desperate cry, Sylas finds himself trapped in a tangle of vines and thorns. His limbs are immobilized as the goblins converge upon him.
As they drag him away, Sylas can only watch in horror as they bind him tightly and hoist him onto their shoulders, their gleeful chatter filled with ominous whispers of what's to come. It's a grim realization - he's been captured, and now he's at the mercy of these savage creatures with no hope of escape.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Sylas braces himself for whatever fate awaits him, knowing that he may soon find himself facing(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[ a fate far worse than he could have ever imagined.]
Sylas fights with all his might, his heart pounding with adrenaline and fear. Despite his best efforts, however, he finds himself overwhelmed by their sheer numbers and ferocity.
Blows rain down upon him from all sides, his body battered and bloodied as he struggles to defend himself. With each passing moment, his strength begins to wane, his vision growing dim as the darkness of death looms ever closer.
In a final act of defiance, Sylas summons the last reserves of his strength, but it's not enough. With a savage blow, the goblins strike him down, and Sylas falls to the forest floor, his life slipping away from him.
As the world fades to black, Sylas's final thoughts are of his friends and the adventures they shared together. Though his journey may have ended in tragedy, he takes solace in the knowledge that(text-colour:#51cf66)[(text-style:"underline")[ he fought bravely until the very end.]]As Sylas ventures deeper into the forest, the canopy of trees grows denser, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, and Sylas feels a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him as he follows the winding path.
Eventually, he comes to a fork in the road, where two paths diverge into the forest's heart.
Sylas pauses for a moment, weighing his options. He knows that his decision here could have far-reaching consequences for his quest, and he must choose wisely.
One path leads deeper into the forest's heart, towards a distant clearing bathed in golden sunlight. The other is a dark, dingy path with spider webs clinging to the trees with no end in sight.
[[Light Path]]
[[Dark Path|Investigate the area]]As Sylas follows the path bathed in golden sunlight, he emerges into a small clearing in the forest's heart. The air is filled with the sounds of bustling activity, and he can see makeshift tents and crude structures scattered throughout the camp.
As he cautiously approaches, Sylas catches sight of a group of goblins, their green skin and sharp teeth marking them as unmistakably dangerous. They seem to be busy with various tasks, unaware of his presence for the moment.
Sylas knows that he must proceed with caution. The goblins are unpredictable creatures, and he's outnumbered in their territory. He weighs his options carefully, considering whether to approach them diplomatically or to attempt to slip past unnoticed.
[[Sneak]]
[[Try Diplomacy?]]As Sylas attempts to sneak past the goblin camp, his foot catches on a stray root, causing him to stumble and alert the goblins to his presence. With a chorus of guttural shouts and brandishing their crude weapons, the goblins swarm toward him, their malicious intent clear. Knowing that he has no choice but to fight, Sylas draws his newly acquired sword, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he prepares to defend himself against the oncoming onslaught.
With swift and precise movements, Sylas engages the goblins in combat, his blade flashing in the dappled sunlight as he dodges their attacks and strikes back with deadly accuracy. Despite their ferocity, the goblins are no match for Sylas's skill and determination and one by one, they fall before him.
The sounds of battle echo through the forest as Sylas faces off againstthe Goblins, each clash of steel and grunt of exertion fueling his resolve.
As the last goblin falls, defeated at his feet, Sylas takes a moment to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intensity of the battle.
[[Keep on the path]]As Sylas continues along the path, his senses on high alert after the encounter with the goblin camp, he soon finds himself face to face with a sight that sends a chill down his spine: a small army of goblins gathered in a clearing ahead, their numbers far more significant than anything he had encountered before.
Realizing that he has no choice but to confront them, Sylas steel himself for battle again, his grip tight on his sword as he prepares to face the horde.
With a roar, the goblins charge forward, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight as they descend upon him savagely. Sylas fights with all his strength, his movements fueled by adrenaline as he slashes and parries, determined to hold his ground against the overwhelming odds.
Despite his valiant efforts, the sheer number of goblins proves too much for Sylas to handle alone. He finds himself surrounded, his wounds multiplying with each passing moment as he fights for his life.
But even in the face of overwhelming odds, Sylas refuses to surrender. With every ounce of strength he has left, he continues to battle on, his resolve unbroken even as his body begins to fail him.
Finally, after an eternity, the last goblin falls, defeated at Sylas's feet. But victory comes at a heavy cost – Sylas is gravely wounded, his body battered and broken from the brutal onslaught.
[[Continue...]]
(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:yellow)["Hello there,"]] Sylas says with a polite nod, doing his best to appear non-threatening. (text-colour:yellow)[(text-style:"fidget")["My name is Sylas. I'm on a quest, and I was hoping you might be able to help me."]]
The goblin blinks in surprise, its beady eyes widening slightly. (text-colour:green)["Me Boblin the Goblin," ]it declares proudly, puffing out its chest. (text-colour:green)["What quest you on?]"
Sylas explains his mission to find the legendary giant wolf rumored to guard a magical treasure. He speaks slowly and clearly, trying to make sure Boblin understands him.
Boblin scratches its head, a puzzled expression crossing its face. (text-colour:green)["Oh, big doggy! I know big doggy," ]it says excitedly, gesturing towards the deeper part of the forest. "Come, me show you!"
With a mixture of relief and apprehension, Sylas follows Boblin deeper into the forest.
[[Follow Boblin]]After some time of trekking through the forest, Boblin suddenly stops in his tracks, his eyes widening as he points ahead.
"(text-colour:green)[Big Doggy that way. Me won't go,]" Boblin declares, his voice trembling with fear. He holds his hand expectantly, a greedy glint in his eyes as he gestures for payment.
Sylas sighs inwardly, realizing that Boblin has led him to where the great wolf is rumored to dwell. He knows that he must proceed cautiously from here on out, but he also understands that he owes Boblin for his assistance.
With a resigned nod, Sylas reaches into his pouch and retrieves the last of his gold coins. He counts them carefully before handing them over to Boblin, who grins gleefully as he pockets the payment.
(text-colour:cyan)["Thank you, Boblin,"] Sylas says with a forced smile, trying to hide his disappointment at parting with his hard-earned gold. (text-colour:cyan)["I appreciate your help."]
Boblin nods eagerly, his eyes already darting around nervously as he prepares to make a hasty retreat. Without another word, he scurries off into the underbrush, leaving Sylas alone to face the looming presence of the great wolf.
[[Investigate the area]]As Sylas presses forward, the atmosphere grows tense, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down his spine. He scans his surroundings, his senses on high alert for any sign of the legendary creature he seeks.
Suddenly, he sees evidence of the great wolf's presence—a massive paw print embedded in the soft earth, its size and depth leaving no doubt about the creature's formidable nature. Sylas's heart pounds in his chest as he follows the trail, each step bringing him closer to his elusive quarry.
Then, as if emerging from the shadows, the great wolf materializes before him. A majestic beast with gleaming fur and piercing eyes that seem to pierce through Sylas's soul. Instinctively, Sylas reaches for his sword, his hand trembling with anticipation and fear as he prepares to face the creature head-on.
But as their eyes meet, something changes within Sylas—a sense of understanding and respect for the creature before him. He realizes that this is no mere monster but a guardian of the forest, fiercely protecting its domain.
[[Fight the Wolf]]
[[Cast Speak with Animals]]As Sylas slowly regains consciousness, he finds himself lying on the forest floor, his body aching and battered from the brutal battle with the goblin army. (text-style:"blur","sway")[His vision swims as he struggles to sit up, his head spinning with pain and exhaustion].
But as he looks up, he sees a majestic sight before him: a great wolf, its fur a shimmering silver in the dappled sunlight, standing over him with a look of concern in its piercing eyes. With a gentle nudge, the wolf urges Sylas to his feet, offering him support as he struggles to stand. Despite his injuries, Sylas feels a sense of gratitude wash over him as he realizes that this magnificent creature has come to his aid in his time of need.
With the wolf's guidance, Sylas begins the long journey back to town, each step a struggle against the pain and exhaustion that threatens to overwhelm him. Eventually, they reach the outskirts of Rivershade, the familiar sights and sounds of the town coming into view. With a grateful nod to his silent companion, Sylas bids the wolf farewell, knowing he owes his life to its timely intervention.
(text-style:"blur","sway")[''The End''](text-colour:black)[As the battle with the great wolf ensues, Sylas finds himself outmatched and overwhelmed by the ferocity of the creature's attacks. Despite his best efforts, he is quickly overpowered, sustaining severe injuries as the wolf's powerful jaws and(text-colour:red)[ razor-sharp claws] tear through his defenses.
As Sylas begins to fear that he may not survive the encounter, his eyes catch a gleaming amulet hanging from the wolf's neck. This mysterious artifact seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. With a surge of determination, Sylas reaches out and grasps the amulet, his fingers closing around it tightly.
In an instant, a blinding light envelops him, and he feels himself being torn away from the battlefield, his surroundings shifting and distorting until he finds himself standing in an endless grass field, the scent of wildflowers filling the air.
Dazed and disoriented, Sylas struggles to make sense of his surroundings, his body aching from the wounds he has sustained in the battle. He looks down at the amulet clutched in his hand, its surface pulsing with a soft glow as if imbued with some ancient magic.
Sylas is lost, confuesed, and alone with no way Home.]
''THE END''(enchant:?page,(bg:white))Your Text HereSylas, his heart heavy with the weight of his mission, casts Speak with Animals, reaching out to the great wolf before him. The creature's voice echoes in his mind, resonating with wisdom and strength.
(text-colour:magenta)["Sylas"], the wolf's voice rumbles, solemn and commanding. (text-colour:magenta)["I am the guardian of this artifact, entrusted to me by a man named Sasha. It can shape destinies and must be protected at all costs."]
Sylas listens intently, a sense of reverence washing over him as he realizes the artifact's significance and the wolf's duty to safeguard it. (text-colour:cyan)["I understand,"] he replies, his voice tinged with regret. (text-colour:cyan)["But I must fulfill my duty to retrieve the artifact."]
The great wolf regards him with piercing eyes, its gaze unwavering. (text-colour:magenta)["And what is your duty, Sylas?"] it asks, its voice a rumble of thunder in the stillness of the forest.
Sylas hesitates, grappling with the weight of his words.(text-colour:cyan)[ "I serve a man named Joel,]" he confesses, his voice low with shame. (text-colour:cyan)["He has tasked me with retrieving the artifact for his purposes."]
The wolf's eyes narrow, a flicker of anger passing through its gaze. (text-colour:magenta)["Joel seeks to exploit the artifact for his gain,"] it growls, its voice laced with disdain.(text-colour:magenta)[ "I cannot allow that to happen."]
[[Fight the Wolf]]
[[Swear not to give it Joel, only to use it for good]]
Sylas takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting the great wolve’s with unwavering sincerity.(text-colour:cyan)[ "I swear,"] he says, his voice steady and earnest, (text-colour:cyan)["I will not give the artifact to Joel. I promise to use it only for the greater good, to protect and preserve the balance of the world."]
The great wolf regards him with a cautious yet understanding gaze, its instincts sensing the truth in Sylas's words. After a moment of silent contemplation, it nods in acceptance, a sense of trust passing between them.
(text-colour:magenta)["Very well,"] the wolf rumbles, its voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. (text-colour:magenta)["I will hold you to your word, Sylas. May your intentions remain true and your actions honorable."]
With a solemn nod, Sylas offers a silent vow to uphold his oath, knowing that the trust placed in him is a sacred bond that must not be broken. As they part ways, he feels a sense of gratitude and relief, knowing that he has earned the great wolf's trust and forged a bond to endure the trials.
''The End.''