4 |
INT |
5 |
| King Empyrius | |||
??? |
| Smoke | |||
Will |
| Smoke | |||
Fighting |
| Trailblazer | |||
Fortitude |
[Knowledge] You roll a 5 (required 11). Failure.
[Fortitude] You make a saving throw of 18 (required 10). Success!
Convinced that the answer lies in the purified Philosopher's Stone, you decide to take it out of your saddlebags... only to find that you have no idea how to use it.
Unlike before, you no longer feel any power coursing beneath its surface, nor does it seem bound to your magic. You desperately try to jog your memory for something, anything you might have read or heard that could help.
Alas, however futile, your attempt to call upon the artifact does not go unnoticed.
King Empyrius: "Hmph. If you truly are so senseless as to try to stop the coming of the new dawn, then so be it. Perish."
Turning your attention back to Empyrius, you anxiously wait for him to make a move, when all of a sudden, you feel a sharp pain in your side — a pain so intense that time itself seems to grind to a halt.
You slowly turn your head to meet Smoke's blank stare.
Her green, glowing, blank stare.
Your heart sinks. You look down in disbelief at her sword, planted firmly in your side. Then, like an empty puppet, she pulls the searing blade back out.
An extreme burning sensation shoots though your entire body, every nerve screaming in agony. Noise fills your ears. Your vision blurs.
Before you realize it, you have collapsed onto the cold, wet floor, unable to move so much as a muscle. You watch in dismay as the Philosopher's Stone rolls away from your outstretched hoof.
You drop Purified Philosopher's Stone.
You hear distant voices shouting, but cannot comprehend the words. The storm around you has gone silent.
It hurts to breathe. Your mouth is dry, and tastes of metal.
You try to keep your eyes open, but they won't focus. Falling snowflakes leave trails in your vision, all colours blending together into a blinding grey.
You feel faint.
As consciousness begins to slip away from you, your last thoughts are of your friends, and of home...
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Speaking of dice, I imagine if Smoke was a PC in a real tabletop RPG, her player would be ready to throw that d20 in the first available river / bonfire / industrial shredding machine on the way home. I try not to be superstitious; I get that garbage rolls happen sometimes, even in saving throws against being possessed; but following up with a nat. 20 to attack your friend/lover is a bit much.
I'm genuinely surprised.
Not counting the fact that this site has its own account system too.
Anyhow, welcome back! As you can see, this little CYOA story is still going.
Will you decide to like, explore the realistic consequence because
fricking Dice Roll Death trope"bad decision" that may cause a disturbance to the canon Equestria now? (I hope this fic is not trying to stick to the Status Quo no mater MC/OC did, because it's dumb).I know this is part fic part game, but I'm confident you are not including "Game Over, Start From Beginning?"
Right?
That said, I have done my best to write the story in such a way that it can continue moving forward, despite unfavourable events such as this. There may be consequences, but these should only ever affect the characters, and not the readers.
Ah, but it happens to everyone in the end now, doesn't it?
...But does it really end here? A dry anticlimax in the face of evil, cut down before your finish by an unwilling turncoat? Bleeding out, unsupported by your companions and loved ones?
Of course not. You've found your way through plenty of bad situations before. You're an explorer, and you'll find your way out of this too. But as a hint... perhaps you could get some use from that ring of Clone?
I'm sure you'll find the path to victory.
After all, you're a Trailblazer.