#chooseyouradventure

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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-30 23:58 🇪🇸
Last choice: "Do you know someone...?"

#chooseyouradventure part 1?!

The magician's tale has been [ARCHIVED]. Archived characters still exist on their own, and you might vote on their actions in the future. But right now, a new story begins. If you joined the last story in the middle, or have been gone for a bit, this is now your chance to join a new fresh ride!

Sunlight travels through the windows, lighting up your spacious room. Along with it, a breeze of fresh air seeps inside. You wake up and sit at the edge of your enormous bed. A fleet of servants are already there to attend your every need, as they always are. A few of them takes out clothes from your closet, a pair brings your breakfast to you, and as you chew, you tell your servants which set of elegant clothes you will wear for today.

And then you realize,

"Today is going to be an important day...
...I'm the King after all." 29%
...I'm the Princess after all." 57%
...I'm the Prince after all." 14%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-27 00:51 🇪🇸
Last choice: You owe me.

#chooseyouradventure part 9!

"I need to get out of the city. I know you move around."

"Well, maybe I do, but what's in it for me?"

"You would have died if it wasn't for me. You owe me."

Some people around might start to take an interest. The two of you lower your voice.

"I suppose I do owe you. But I don't see why it must be me. There are plenty of people willing to take some guy on a trip for a few coins."

You say nothing.

"Unless you have no money or...", he stops, thinking for a second. "Ah. You're marked. That's why you have so much mud on your forehead."

After making sure no one cares enough to listen to the conversation, you respond. "Precisely. Will you help me?"

"No can do, buddy. International politics are tensing up and merchants are getting more exhaustive checkups. It took me years to build a decent reputation with the guys in charge. I'm not going to risk it just for you. But since it is true you helped me in the past, is there anything else I could do for you?"
"Do you have a place I could stay?" 14%
"Do you have some money you could lend?" 14%
"Do you know someone who could help me?" 57%
"Go to hell!" 14%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-22 23:51 🇪🇸
Last choice: Dealer I once saved.

#chooseyouradventure part 8!

You covered your face with some dirt before heading to the market. It's not a perfect disguise, but it's convincing enough.

There are few people around. Some fishermen and ivory salesmen set up their shops early on to avoid fighting for space later in the day. Your target is one of the latter, or at least pretends to be.

His real stock is composed of all sorts of items. From stolen jewelry, to questionable medical herbs. You've heard he's even sold prohibited magical items, but you find that story quite harder to believe. Whoever got those probably got scammed.

You start getting closer to his tent.

"Why hello, Milord!", he says, "are you perchance interested in my wares?"

On display you see a series of carefully carved ivory items, from pendants to paperweights.

"Kairal", you respond, recalling his name, "I-"

"Who told you that name?"

"...You did. Remember that fire?"

"Ah. It's you. Yes, what do you want?"

How should you approach this?
Be direct. I need to find my way out of the city. He can help me. 11%
Be aggressive. His greedy ass is not going to move without some threats. 33%
Be assertive. I saved him. He owes me. This is for us to be even. 56%
Be pleading. Maybe if he sees himself superior, it'll increase the likelyhood of getting help. 0%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-18 23:41 🇮🇹
Last choice: "Knowledge".

#chooseyouradventure part 7! (sorry for the mild delay!)

"Knowledge?", he asks, "I don't think I can relate to that. I was expecting something like money. You magicians are some interesting people."

Of course he wouldn't understand. The First Council spent centuries studying the inner workings of magic, finding rules and patters. Some members of the First Council killed Gods in the pursue of knowledge. Some became Gods themselves. But today, the High Council (the second magic council) taints the name and nature of magic with arbitrarily imposed rules on spells and magic casting. You've dedicated your life to studying the works of the First Council. They would have never called the spells they fear "black magic". In part, because they never feared their discoveries.

The Sun starts to rise from the horizon. You bid farewell to the man as he has his own business to attend. The red mark in your forehead worries you. You'll have to be careful walking around the streets. What now?
I've once saved a fishy dealer who makes trips from city to city. Maybe he can smuggle me out. 62%
I recall someone who secretly deals in magic items. Maybe she'll help me despite my lack of funds. 12%
The Broken Library must be south of here. If I steal a dinghy from a fisherman, I might get there. 25%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-14 22:07 🇪🇸
Last choice: don't move
ROLLED 16/20: [SUCCESS]

#chooseyouradventure part 6!

The guards marched forward, and you were not seen. After a minute or two, you are now sure there is no risk to advancing.

"Follow me, we're almost there"

You follow the muscular man to the path the guards came from. You hear a singular man screaming and sobbing.

"The torture chambers", he says. "The most isolated place of the dungeon. And the perfect place to set up an escape route. Keep the secret, ay?"

A series of loose bricks open up to a dark tight tunnel.

"After you.", he says.

You both crawl for hours before getting out. The air is cool and a thin layer of snow is starting to form on the open. Snavenfall the Kingdom of ivory and ice. It's almost dawn. The palace you were under just a few hours ago is not far. Its impressive architecture scrapes the sky.

"Wait", the man says, "I've seen your face before. Your bounties reached all the way to the north! I've heard the rumors. Black magic... but why?"
"Power." 17%
"Love." 8%
"Knowledge." 75%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-07 18:03 🇫🇷
Last choice: "Fireball!"

#chooseyouradventure part 4.1! (character limit reached)

The bald man took the daggers, and buried them in the guard's calf before getting up. He screamed, and fell to the ground.

But after a sliced neck, the sound cleared.

You feel extremely tired and weak. You can barely stand up. Healing spells should never be used without external fuel. However, the situation called for it.

"How did you do that?", the man asked, as he took the axe, the daggers, and a bundle of keys from the dead body.

More footsteps. And this time from more people. They're getting closer. "Doesn't matter. Let's go".

He nodded. "I've been here before. I know the way out. Come on".

You walked past unlit candles and cold stone bricks. The whole place felt like it was designed to be a maze, with strange turns and tight hallways. Very little of the space was actually there for cells. Prisoners probably get killed before any more space is needed.

"I wanted to ask you...", you say, slowly recovering from before.
"Why are you here?" 46%
"Why didn't you just run?" 15%
"What's your name?" 38%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-07 17:48 🇫🇷
Last choice: "Fireball!"

#chooseyouradventure part 4!

Both men in the hallway braced for impact. But nothing happened.

"Ha!", the guard laughs, "magic inhibitors, you fool! No spells can be casted within the dungeon."

Of course, this wasn't completely true. The spell you used before to free yourself worked just fine: The inhibitor probably only restricts the usage of external magic. The aging took from your very own soul to fuel itself. Internal magic.

"Oh yeah? Can it inhibit this?". The man you helped rushed the guard with the long metal pole he had in hand, breaking it in two when it reached the skull of his adversary.

But he was still standing. He grunted, and swung his battle axe in return. The bald man tried to dodge but he was too slow. The blade reached him. And he fell to the ground.

For a moment, there was blood. But it vanished as fast as it came out. «Some sort of healing magic...?»

"Go for the legs!", you yell.

And indeed, a pair of daggers were concealed in the guard's boot.
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-06 01:30 🇪🇸
Notes on #chooseyouradventure:

I see there's no formatting options, so I'll separate "dialogues" and «thoughts» by the type of quotation marks. Cheers <3!
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-06 01:28 🇪🇸
Last choice: Help the man flee.

#chooseyouradventure part 3!

You use up a bit more of your age to break the iron bars imprisoning the man. You must now be around 25 in human years.

"Thanks". He steps out of the cell. His face, now illuminated by the candle mounted on the wall displays a confident smile. "You won't regret this". The bald man seems to be in his thirties. He wears very simple clothes, and while he's on the bigger side of men, you suspect it's mostly muscle. He's probably a mercenary of sorts.

However, one specific detail catches your eyes. Just above the bridge of his nose, you see a red tattoo depicting a cross. «The Executioner's Mark», you think to yourself, «they're going to kill him». And then you realize he's looking at your own forehead as well. «Ah, great...».

Suddenly, a guard emerges from across the hallway. He holds a battle axe. "Escapees! Stop right there where you are!".

The man you just freed pulls the oxidized cell bar right off the cell, and gets ready to fight.
"Fireball!" 50%
"Thunderbolt!" 25%
"Run!" 8%
I'm gonna go punch the guard, with my FISTS! 17%
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-05 00:29 🇳🇱
Last choice: "I performed black magic..."

#chooseyouradventure part 2!

That's right. You're a wizard. You were not born with the gift of magic, but there's no pity to that. Your spells are carefully put together and effective at what they do. Unlike those arrogant sorcerers, you *know* how magic works. "Now how could we put that to use to get out of here?". The shackle is annoying, but not a problem. You know a spell that might help, and so you whisper the necessary words...

The iron chains rapidly oxidize until they are weak enough to break apart with a kick. You feel refreshed and young; that spell took your own age and put it on the chains. A forbidden spell: all spells that interfere with time are considered black magic. With a spell as simple as the one you just performed, immortality becomes a cheap trick.

"Alright, let's get out of here". The same spell works fine with the prison bars. You're out of your cell.

"Hey you!", a voice whispers. It's from the next cell. "Please, help me...".

Footsteps.
Help the man flee. No questions asked. He might prove himself helpful. 60%
Interrogate the man. Gotta make sure he's trustworthy before doing anything. 13%
Too risky, someone's coming our way, I better scram before I'm killed. 27%
15 votes
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chooseyouradventure 🌟 2026-07-03 23:49 🇷🇴
#chooseyouradventure part 1!

Dim candle light travels through the prison bars and into your eyes. "Where am I...?". You slowly get up from the cold stone floor and try to regain composure. You're in prison. Not just any prison. You've been locked within the royal dungeon. Petty thieves and beggars don't get locked up here, "What have I done...?". When you got up, a sudden force sent you down to the ground. Your ankle is shackled to a weight. The pain from the fall clears your mind. "Oh, now I remember..."
"I planned a robbery against one of the Great Lords, it didn't go too well..." 29%
"I performed black magic, and the High Council sniffed me out..." 71%
"I was set up by my colleagues, now the King believes I betrayed him..." 0%
17 votes
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