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a href="undefined">Bradan Writes Stories</a>. Find out how to contribute <a href="https://readmedium.com/choosing-your-own-adventures-at-the-den-1e20fceb173c"><b>here</b></a>, or return to the previous chapter, <a href="https://readmedium.com/to-oath-or-not-to-oath-b3e404a6515a">To Oath or Not to Oath</a>, by <a href="undefined">Andrew Crocker</a>.</i></p></blockquote><p id="d400">You refuse the oath. Your greed for treasure overriding your sense of self-preservation. “Sorry, Brunt, but I didn’t come all this way just to leave empty-handed.”</p><p id="cef7">Brunt’s eyes narrow. “Have it yer way, but I cannae let ye

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defile these sacred grounds.” With surprising swiftness, he lunges, burying his curved blade in your gut.</p><p id="7500">You collapse, choking on your own blood as Brunt looms over you. “My family has guarded this tower’s secrets for centuries. None shall pillage the hoard on my watch.”</p><p id="c928">Your vision fades as Brunt cleans his blade. The tower’s dread mysteries, and the untold riches within, shall remain forever sealed.</p><h2 id="c4f0">The End</h2><figure id="3a83"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*xQuB34POOs4RfQ9b.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

DRABBLE STORY ARC #4: BOUNDLESS LUCK

An Oath Refused

A chapter of a ‘choose your own’ story — drabble edition!

Brunt attacks; photo by Bing Image Creator

This is a continuation of Boundless Luck, a Choose Your Own Adventure Story (drabble edition) started by Bradan Writes Stories. Find out how to contribute here, or return to the previous chapter, To Oath or Not to Oath, by Andrew Crocker.

You refuse the oath. Your greed for treasure overriding your sense of self-preservation. “Sorry, Brunt, but I didn’t come all this way just to leave empty-handed.”

Brunt’s eyes narrow. “Have it yer way, but I cannae let ye defile these sacred grounds.” With surprising swiftness, he lunges, burying his curved blade in your gut.

You collapse, choking on your own blood as Brunt looms over you. “My family has guarded this tower’s secrets for centuries. None shall pillage the hoard on my watch.”

Your vision fades as Brunt cleans his blade. The tower’s dread mysteries, and the untold riches within, shall remain forever sealed.

The End

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