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Part 5 of "For Havenkeep", my Patreon interactive story. Poles are posted to my patreon for patrons to decide on outcomes. The story is updated shortly after poles end. The story is free to the public - but is posted first and foremost to my patreon. If you like what you see and want to see as its made, please join or follow my Patreon. My Patreon can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/springfallendeer
The choice is made: You pick the Staff
With so little time to ponder over your given options, you make your choice on impulse. For whatever reason, it is the Staff which catches your eye above all else. Perhaps because of all the items offered, it appears to be the least threatening. Perhaps because some subconscious part of you can sense that the otherwise simplistic object hold far more potential than initially let on. Either way, with the choice made you do as you had been instructed. One footstep brings you into contact with the floating image of the staff. The seconds lets you stand entirely upon it. As soon as you make contact with your choice, the other images fade away.
The glow radiating from the image of the staff grows stronger. The light begins to climb upon your skin as the voice releases a soft hum of approval. Despite the glow which rapidly envelops your body, you feel no fear. A strange warmth settles into you where the light touches. Every passing second sends jolts through the back of your mind. Suddenly, you feel as though the staff is no stranger to you at all. Though you have never wielded one in the traditional sense, it is suddenly as though your body and soul have been bestowed some level of intimacy with the weapon.
“A fine choice, child.” The voice calls out, the light in which its body appears to be composed off continuing to climb along your body. “Our time together is drawing to a close. So listen closely. This gift that I have given you is the gift of magic. Magic ever flowing and ever present in all which exists. I have reached into you and I have awakened powers long dormant. The staff which I have given you will be your catalyst - it will amplify your abilities and bring them to light. Through it you you will hone your power. Through it you will find means of increasing your prowess as you carry out your journey.” They explain, the light now having crawled high enough along your body to wash over your neck. Still, you know no fear. Visions bein to flicker within your mind as you listen to the words that the voice utter. Visions of flowing water and tall, flowering trees. Of a travel pack settled upon a large, flat stone. Of the staff lying in wait upon the ground.
“Heed my instructions well. You will find the staff between two flowering trees growing besides the river which flows past your home. Alongside it you will find a secondary gift of supplies which we have concluded you will need to carry out your journey. The staff will obey only you. No force in existence can destroy it. Put your faith in it, and it will guide you. When the staff flashes with my glow, know that it means to lead you to a new source of magic.” The voice continues, the light now creeping over your face. For a few seconds all that you can see is the radiant glow which has enveloped you. All that you can feel is the warmth of the light.
“I have given your mind and body familiarity with the staff. You are now a Mage.” The voice utters as the light begins to melt away from your body. The glowing water begins to fade away as the darkness sets in, signaling that your peculiar encounter has reached its final moments.
“I leave you now, child, with this final warning. Beware the Scarlet Boars and feast not upon the flesh of the Flaming Pigs.” The final words rumble through your mind as the darkness settles in entirely. The light fades away and the voice goes deathly silent, leaving you alone with all which had been told to you. With ominous messages and new knowledge far beyond anything that you had ever experienced in life. You know not what will come next. However, there is a sense of imminent doom settling into the depths of your mind.
Abruptly you wake. You jolt upwards in your bed and peer around the room, panic having set into you at some point throughout your slumber. Strange dreams had taken hold of you late into the night. Dreams which brought with them a promise of danger. Words of warning echo about in your mind as your eyes scan your surroundings, though you remember not their origin. That was the problem with dreams. They were fleeting. In your sleep they would be vivid and detailed beyond imagination. Yet when you would wake any memory of what transpired would grow muddy and distorted.
As your heart begins to slow with the loss of the adrenaline which jolted you from your rest, you shakily move to get out of bed. Despite having slept like a log through the night, you do not feel rested at all. Your legs ache faintly as if you had been on them for hours. You chalk it up to a poor sleeping position as you go about starting your day. The mourning routine is simple enough. You comb your hair and change into your day clothes. The lingering sense of dread refuses to leave you all the while. Thoughts of something called the “Scarlet Boars” and “Flaming Pigs” plague you, and you wonder if that was what it was that you were dreaming about. Yet something else resonates in the back of your mind.
The image of two flowering trees growing by the river. A peculiar glowing staff. Something about the mental image awakens a sense of familiarity. You vaguely recall a spot where those specific trees might be growing, though you personally doubt that the trees would be flowering. The season for flowers had come and gone by now. What followed suit was a moment of pondering. You could probably make it to the trees by the riverbank to check for anything of interest and then be back in time to start working on your morning chores. Chances were you would have to skip breakfast if you decided to do so. However, as of now you were not entirely hungry. You could probably find some fresh fruit along the way.
Should you go looking for the trees, or should you finish your morning chores first?
The choice is made: You pick the Staff
With so little time to ponder over your given options, you make your choice on impulse. For whatever reason, it is the Staff which catches your eye above all else. Perhaps because of all the items offered, it appears to be the least threatening. Perhaps because some subconscious part of you can sense that the otherwise simplistic object hold far more potential than initially let on. Either way, with the choice made you do as you had been instructed. One footstep brings you into contact with the floating image of the staff. The seconds lets you stand entirely upon it. As soon as you make contact with your choice, the other images fade away.
The glow radiating from the image of the staff grows stronger. The light begins to climb upon your skin as the voice releases a soft hum of approval. Despite the glow which rapidly envelops your body, you feel no fear. A strange warmth settles into you where the light touches. Every passing second sends jolts through the back of your mind. Suddenly, you feel as though the staff is no stranger to you at all. Though you have never wielded one in the traditional sense, it is suddenly as though your body and soul have been bestowed some level of intimacy with the weapon.
“A fine choice, child.” The voice calls out, the light in which its body appears to be composed off continuing to climb along your body. “Our time together is drawing to a close. So listen closely. This gift that I have given you is the gift of magic. Magic ever flowing and ever present in all which exists. I have reached into you and I have awakened powers long dormant. The staff which I have given you will be your catalyst - it will amplify your abilities and bring them to light. Through it you you will hone your power. Through it you will find means of increasing your prowess as you carry out your journey.” They explain, the light now having crawled high enough along your body to wash over your neck. Still, you know no fear. Visions bein to flicker within your mind as you listen to the words that the voice utter. Visions of flowing water and tall, flowering trees. Of a travel pack settled upon a large, flat stone. Of the staff lying in wait upon the ground.
“Heed my instructions well. You will find the staff between two flowering trees growing besides the river which flows past your home. Alongside it you will find a secondary gift of supplies which we have concluded you will need to carry out your journey. The staff will obey only you. No force in existence can destroy it. Put your faith in it, and it will guide you. When the staff flashes with my glow, know that it means to lead you to a new source of magic.” The voice continues, the light now creeping over your face. For a few seconds all that you can see is the radiant glow which has enveloped you. All that you can feel is the warmth of the light.
“I have given your mind and body familiarity with the staff. You are now a Mage.” The voice utters as the light begins to melt away from your body. The glowing water begins to fade away as the darkness sets in, signaling that your peculiar encounter has reached its final moments.
“I leave you now, child, with this final warning. Beware the Scarlet Boars and feast not upon the flesh of the Flaming Pigs.” The final words rumble through your mind as the darkness settles in entirely. The light fades away and the voice goes deathly silent, leaving you alone with all which had been told to you. With ominous messages and new knowledge far beyond anything that you had ever experienced in life. You know not what will come next. However, there is a sense of imminent doom settling into the depths of your mind.
Abruptly you wake. You jolt upwards in your bed and peer around the room, panic having set into you at some point throughout your slumber. Strange dreams had taken hold of you late into the night. Dreams which brought with them a promise of danger. Words of warning echo about in your mind as your eyes scan your surroundings, though you remember not their origin. That was the problem with dreams. They were fleeting. In your sleep they would be vivid and detailed beyond imagination. Yet when you would wake any memory of what transpired would grow muddy and distorted.
As your heart begins to slow with the loss of the adrenaline which jolted you from your rest, you shakily move to get out of bed. Despite having slept like a log through the night, you do not feel rested at all. Your legs ache faintly as if you had been on them for hours. You chalk it up to a poor sleeping position as you go about starting your day. The mourning routine is simple enough. You comb your hair and change into your day clothes. The lingering sense of dread refuses to leave you all the while. Thoughts of something called the “Scarlet Boars” and “Flaming Pigs” plague you, and you wonder if that was what it was that you were dreaming about. Yet something else resonates in the back of your mind.
The image of two flowering trees growing by the river. A peculiar glowing staff. Something about the mental image awakens a sense of familiarity. You vaguely recall a spot where those specific trees might be growing, though you personally doubt that the trees would be flowering. The season for flowers had come and gone by now. What followed suit was a moment of pondering. You could probably make it to the trees by the riverbank to check for anything of interest and then be back in time to start working on your morning chores. Chances were you would have to skip breakfast if you decided to do so. However, as of now you were not entirely hungry. You could probably find some fresh fruit along the way.
Should you go looking for the trees, or should you finish your morning chores first?
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