Take your spellbook and cheese it

From Create Your Own Story

You grip the spellbook and bolt, heart hammering louder than your throbbing junk, as the Chief Mage’s eyes glaze over like she’s drunk on fuck-lust. She lurches after you, robe flapping open and flashing her bouncing tits. “You… I need you now,” she rasps from behind you.

You lift the tent flap and sprint out into the morning light, quickly ducking behind a cart for cover. The Chief Mage stumbles out like a sex-starved ghoul – half the Settlement’s staring, half’s pretending not to.

You’ve lost her for now though, and you have your spellbook. Where to next?

Do you:

• Buy some rations
• Meet the Sightmistress at the training ground