Stay clear of the grass
From Create Your Own Story
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You look back across the endless, shifting prairie you have just left. You could search for weeks and never find what you'd lost. There is no choice but to give up, and move on. | You look back across the endless, shifting prairie you have just left. You could search for weeks and never find what you'd lost. There is no choice but to give up, and move on. | ||
| - | You walk for several hours, through deep thick forest. Eventually, you reach the once more, well upstream of the village you were avoiding, but now the path goes across it. Beyond you can see a long, wide track, with trees lining the left-hand edge and a wide field of long grass on the right. In the far distance, a curl of smoke indicates a village. The evening is beginning to draw in: it would be good to reach town before the light is gone. | + | You walk on for several hours, guarding your belongings closely, through deep thick forest. Eventually, you reach the once more, well upstream of the village you were avoiding, but now the path goes across it. Beyond you can see a long, wide track, with trees lining the left-hand edge and a wide field of long grass on the right. In the far distance, a curl of smoke indicates a village. The evening is beginning to draw in: it would be good to reach town before the light is gone. |
It seems safe enough. You stride confidently across the bridge, and reach its apex in time to see a man, hurrying up the path on the other side towards you. "Halt!" he declares. "This is my bridge, and to cross, you must pay the toll!" | It seems safe enough. You stride confidently across the bridge, and reach its apex in time to see a man, hurrying up the path on the other side towards you. "Halt!" he declares. "This is my bridge, and to cross, you must pay the toll!" | ||
Current revision as of 15:46, 11 April 2025
You look back across the endless, shifting prairie you have just left. You could search for weeks and never find what you'd lost. There is no choice but to give up, and move on.
You walk on for several hours, guarding your belongings closely, through deep thick forest. Eventually, you reach the once more, well upstream of the village you were avoiding, but now the path goes across it. Beyond you can see a long, wide track, with trees lining the left-hand edge and a wide field of long grass on the right. In the far distance, a curl of smoke indicates a village. The evening is beginning to draw in: it would be good to reach town before the light is gone.
It seems safe enough. You stride confidently across the bridge, and reach its apex in time to see a man, hurrying up the path on the other side towards you. "Halt!" he declares. "This is my bridge, and to cross, you must pay the toll!"
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