Find the Road

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om. In the distance, you hear the sound of horses and wheels swiftly approaching and the carriage rounds the corner and comes into your view.It is incredibly lavish, with gold adornments and the royal crest of a golden lion emblazoned on the side. Two magnificent black horses pull it, and you realize you need to get to the bottom of the hill quickly if you have any hope of catching a ride.Dead leaves and twigs crunch under your bare feet as you run down the hill. The carriage is drawing closer and closer to the bridge as you reach the bottom and run out onto the road, gasping for breath, feet stinging. The vehicle halts just as it is about to cross.Behind the whinnying horses you can see the solemn faces of an armored knight and his young squire, annoyed expressions worn by both. The squire wields a crossbow, and you put your hands up as he points it your direction.<

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p id="72bf">“Out of the way, peasant!” The young boy’s voice squeaks above the neighing of the horses.You shout back, attempting to tell the travelers of your missing family and the disappearance of your neighbors, but they don’t appear sympathetic to your plight. The knight waves his hand dismissively.“The Queen will not suffer any delays on the account of some barefoot lout.” The knight gives a curt nod to his squire, who raises the crossbow and places you in his sights.You back away from the road, out of the path of the carriage, hands still raised, but it makes no difference.The squire is itching for blood and a chance to test out his aim. It appears he’s had a lot of practice as he pulls the trigger and the bolt flies true, whistling through the air and planting itself right between your eyes.YOU ARE DEAD</article></body>

Pick Your Peril: The Hero of Mudtown

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The sound of the carriage comes closer. You need to find a way to the road before they pass you by. You make your way through the trees, shoeless, and hope that you don’t have much farther to walk.

You come to the top of a hill and see the road and a stone bridge waiting for you at the bottom. In the distance, you hear the sound of horses and wheels swiftly approaching and the carriage rounds the corner and comes into your view.

It is incredibly lavish, with gold adornments and the royal crest of a golden lion emblazoned on the side. Two magnificent black horses pull it, and you realize you need to get to the bottom of the hill quickly if you have any hope of catching a ride.

Dead leaves and twigs crunch under your bare feet as you run down the hill. The carriage is drawing closer and closer to the bridge as you reach the bottom and run out onto the road, gasping for breath, feet stinging. The vehicle halts just as it is about to cross.

Behind the whinnying horses you can see the solemn faces of an armored knight and his young squire, annoyed expressions worn by both. The squire wields a crossbow, and you put your hands up as he points it your direction.

“Out of the way, peasant!” The young boy’s voice squeaks above the neighing of the horses.

You shout back, attempting to tell the travelers of your missing family and the disappearance of your neighbors, but they don’t appear sympathetic to your plight. The knight waves his hand dismissively.

“The Queen will not suffer any delays on the account of some barefoot lout.” The knight gives a curt nod to his squire, who raises the crossbow and places you in his sights.

You back away from the road, out of the path of the carriage, hands still raised, but it makes no difference.

The squire is itching for blood and a chance to test out his aim. It appears he’s had a lot of practice as he pulls the trigger and the bolt flies true, whistling through the air and planting itself right between your eyes.

YOU ARE DEAD