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[Haspen]

"I do not know what I can offer a being of such power as yours."

"That is true, for what can you offer someone who wants naught?" He strokes his beard and looks you in the eyes, and you shiver.

"Upon the peak of the mountain that your peoples call Mount of Silbar, there's a shadowed cove. The frozen peak and the sharp rocks guard the seed of silver that is buried in black dirt there. Those of impure intentions will die upon the rock while those in great need will harvest the seed. Once the seed is planted in your kingdom's soil, it will blossom and consume the miasma that sustains the pestilent bloom, causing it to wither and remove its grasp upon the living. This seed you, King of Bailemarr, must recover from Mount of Silbar."

A) "I shall do this for the good of my kingdom!"
B) "Why me? I shall have some strong adventurers recruited to perform this noble task!"
C) "Why me? I shall have a company of my elite soldiers perform this noble task!"

[Maximum Spin]

A

[Glass]

A

[Fluffe9911]

A

[Haspen]

"I shall do this for the good of my kingdom!"

For naught are pleas of your courtiers, councilmembers and the Advisor himself; you're hell-bent on embarking upon this epic quest of heroism on your own!


Congratulations! Velarien has embarked on an Epic Quest!

During his absence, the Advisor and the court will rule the Kingdom to the best of their abilities.

Velarien will need to secure at least 4 Supplies for return journey; if they drop below that number, he will be forced to return home in shame.

One week later...

You march down the dirt road across the woodland. Birches and ironwoods grow tall yet sparse amongst the tall grasses. You've left the last hamlet and the keep of good nobleman, Yovik, few hours ago. His servants and family, hearing of your noble quest, have given you time to rest, recuperate, and prepare supplies. Your backpack feels heavy with food.

(Supplies are set at 15).

But the Mount Silbar is sticking out like a sore thumb out of the vast expanse known as Black Forest. Witches and ogres are said to be sleeping amongst the roots of perpetually charred and leaf-less oaks that make for majority of the forest.

It is foreboding, unwelcoming, and, you have to admit, pretty scary place.

No matter. You will succeed or die trying!

The dirt path suddenly turns right-ways, the trail following deeper into the forest but not in direction of Mount Silbar itself. To go towards the mountain, you will have to step off the road and traverse the uncharted grasses.

A) Go forth, Mr.Explorer!
B) Let's continue down the dirt path for now.

[Glass]

A!

[ctsun]

A!!

[Haspen]

You step off the path and wade through the grass.

3

You don't get far before you are utterly confused. You swear you've passed this tree. This round boulder. This pair of bushes growing against each other.

And yet, you've been moving mostly in one direction, toward Mount Silbar far in front of you.

The sun sets, and you make camp.

(Supplies: 14)

In the morning, you gasp in shock - you've set camp just few steps away from the road!

What is this witchcraft!?

A) Continue to plow through the grass!
B) It's a sign I should keep to the road.

[Glass]

Blegh.
B.

[Fluffe9911]

B

[VoidSlayer]

A LET THE GRASS GUIDE YOU!

[King Zultan]

B

[Haspen]

You follow the path.

While it is winding through the forest, it does generally take you towards the mountain, and this time it does seem to be getting closer.

Sudden 'squaawk' makes you look up. There are dozens of ravens perched on branches above the path that's before you, all of them with red eyes. A larger raven, with one eye red and other blue, is perched, alone, on a branch higher than any other raven.

They look at you quizzically.

A) Bow respectfully to the birds.
B) Throw a stone to disperse the creepy birds.
C) Bribe them with some foodstuffs from your bag.
D) Move along. They're just birds.

[Maximum Spin]

C

[VoidSlayer]

B ad choice?  Probably.