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On the Road to Adventure

A starter chapter for a ‘choose your own’ interactive story

This is the beginning of a story that works as an interactive game. If you want to make the most of it, have a notepad and dice at the ready! And check out the rules here:

The gates of Westport stand open. Two middle-aged guards watch you as you approach. It’s dawn, and you are ready to set out on the road to adventure.

“Where are you headed, kid?” asks one of the guards, as you step across the threshold.

You give a nervous smile, turn and look to the east, then point to where the Adventurers’ League headquarters can just be made out atop a small cluster of hills, some miles from the city walls.

“The Adventurers’ League? You going for a job sweeping their floors or something?” At this, both of the guards burst out laughing.

You scowl and stride off, trying to dismiss their rude words. So, you’re young, and you’ve never been on an adventure before. But hey! Everyone has to start somewhere…

Right?

You have been saving your allowance. As well as a basic backpack, you have gathered together the following items:

A hand axe (+0 to Brawn)
2 torches
Flint and steel
A waterskin (full)
10 silver pieces

(Hint – note this down! It's your character's inventory)

It’s not much. But if all goes to plan, you will find a mentor to train you, rack up a few easy quests, and get rich as hell.

How hard can it be? You’ve never once met an adventurer who got killed on a quest…

You stride on, the sun rising at your back. To your right lies the grim, rotten mass of trees known as the Deadwood. Fortunately, you don’t need to go through it. Besides, the roads so close to the city are pretty safe. Not that a brave adventurer like you would be scared.

Before long, you depart the main road, and begin to cross the marshy area into the western foothills of the Trollkiller Mountains. These hills were known to be highly dangerous in the past, but the adventurers who founded the Adventurers’ League dealt with the worst of the threats a generation ago.

Far ahead, atop a distant hill, you see an ancient monastery. There is also a wizard’s tower even further off and to the north, cloaked in mist. Much closer, a set of stone stairs leads up to the massive wooden edifice of the guildhall. You begin to climb.

Five minutes later, panting from the exertion, you push your way inside. A man with the head of a bull stands behind the bar, sipping a mug of coffee.

“I’m here to join the guild,” you announce, patting the axe at your belt.

He chokes on his drink for a moment, and then tries to keep a straight face as he rounds the bar and approaches. “You sure you’re, uh… ready for this, kid?”

“Uh, huh!” you reply. “No doubt!”

“Very well, then. My name’s Yorrick, and I’m one of the guildmasters. It costs two silver pieces to join. Membership gives you access to all our quests, and we also stock some basic adventuring supplies. There’s a member’s rate to get a room for the night, too.”

You nod, taking this in as you hand over the coins. “I’d like to get started straight away, please. There are monsters to slay!”

“Well,” says Yorrick, “if you’re sure… there are a bunch of basic, easy quests that none of our more experienced members will waste their time on.” He pauses, looking you up and down. “You might just about cope with them. Take a look — the noticeboard is inside the main door.”

Take two silver pieces off your inventory.
Add 'Guild membership pass' to your inventory.

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