Castles are fun! Let's go there.
From Create Your Own Story
The castle is tall with a high wall. You see towers at the corners. A long pit extends between you and the entrance to the castle. The drawbridge leading over the pit is raised.
You walk up to the edge of the pit and announce yourself. The drawbridge lowers. A series of armored men emerge from the lowered drawbridge. They greet you with hearty handshakes and hard steaks.
As you chomp on the steaks, they bring you to a grand hall. Warriors and kings are sitting at tables, eating roast pig and mutton and drinking huge mugs of ale. One man with a long, gray beard sits at the head of the table. He holds a large axe and wears a golden crown.
After a long night of feasting and song, the man wearing the crown stands and says, "We are having trouble with a strange beast that creeps from the woods each night. After our feasts and songs, it descends upon us in our sleep and murders our men. But now that this strange traveler is here, the one predicted by the skalds, I am sure we shall rest easy from now on! Let the feasting continue! Upstairs everybody!" The warriors all leave the grand hallway, shaking your hand as they depart through a door and up a long flight of stairs. A few blonde-haired women with tear-streaked cheeks give you handkerchiefs for some reason. As you prepare to follow the men and women up the stairs, the king stops you and says, "No, you stay here. Kill the monster when it comes."
"But I don't want to," you say.
"I'll give you the biggest cookie in the land," the man says.
"Chocolate chip?" you ask.
"Oh yeah." he replies.
Unable to pass up a free cookie, you agree. The king pats you on the shoulder, hands you a handkerchief and then hurries upstairs. The door slams shut behind him, and you can hear the sound of locks and bolts clicking and slamming into place.
All is quiet. Then a gigantic, hairy beast--part-ape, part-reptile--smashes through the window over the fireplace. It begins overturning tables and eating the bones of the leftover meat. You aim your baton warily as it turns toward you, snarling and breathing heavily. Good Lord...Are those teeth or mandibles? You can't be sure.
