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Welcome to Faerya. Please choose your character's name: <<textbox "$name" "">> <b>[[Continue]]</b>
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Hello $name, now choose your character type:
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[[Faerie (female only)|Faerie]]
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[[Female Dark Elf|Dark Elf]]
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You have chosen to train with the Elven race. They are swift, wise and skilled with the bow. Report to King Tren in The Southwood.
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So $name, you have chosen the dark path. Report to Queen Sifyrr in the depths of the underworld... and don't keep her waiting.
[[Can I can grab a coffee first?|DarkElfCoffee]]
[[As you wish.|DarkElfGo]]Would you like to die a slow death by poison cave ants? No? THEN GET OUT OF MY SITE WORM!
Queen Sifyrr is at the end of a long dark hall carved from the rock deep underground. She beckons you to come forward. "You, new recruit, follow that gaurd down to feed the beast. Go now." She orders.
[[Follow the gaurd.|DEfollow]]
[[Ask the queen why she has fangs.|DEask]]You follow the guard down the steep and ever darker tunnels down for miles until you hear water. An underground lake looms in front of you. Lumenescent light moves through the waters and gives off an eerie green glow revealing a large lake in the middle of a vast cavern.
"Take this bucket down to the lake's edge and wait." The guard commands.
[[Wait for what? What is this beast anyway?|DEwait]]
[[Take it yourself, I'm not going to get eaten|DEeaten]] THe queen is enraged and commands her guards to feed you too the beast. This may be your fate $name, but then again you chose it.
The End.The guard explains that you will not want to keep the creature waiting.
[[Continue|joking]]The guard looks at you, piercing what's left of your soul with the blazing fire in his dark eyes. He draws his sword and..
[[Okay, okay, I was only joking!|joking]]
[[You hold your ground.|die]]King Tren was barely three steps down the cobblestone walk from the castle to the market, when he heard her squeal. "The King!" shouted a lady next to the fruit carts. King Tren tried to blend in to the crowd in vain. He stood 6' 4" and though he had reached the wise age of 2,420, he was still quite handsome... and single. Three young elven maidens whispered to each other, glancing between giggles as Tren walked by greeting them with a polite nod. Their mother boldly walked up to him and presented him with a gift. This was a Elven tradition to let a royal know your eldest daughter was available for courting. He thanked her, and continued on his way through the market. //Another mother trying to buy her way to the throne? Keep walking... I wish just once I could take a stroll without all this attention.//
Just as you turn the corner at a full run, you crash right into the king, nearly knocking him down.
[[You apologize profusely|ElfApologize]]
[[You know how royalty are...so you run away|ElfRunAway]]King Tren chuckles and his kind eyes meet yours. You quickly explain you were instructed to report to him for training. "What is your name son?"
$name, your Highness.
"Ah, yes, I'm expecting you. Although, not in the way we just met." The king laughed and walked with you back to the castle.
Inside the throne room he introduces you to his First Knight, Byre. He is in full armor a large sword at his waist and a helmet in his hands. "You will begin training under Sir Byre in the morn. Show $name his quarters, he will need his rest."
[[Follow Sir Byre|ElfFollow]]Really? You are pierced by a hundred arrows as your try to flee an apparent assult on the king. For shame.
The End.You lie on your bunk and dream of fried chicken.You take the bucket, forcing a chuckle as you head down to the lakeside to feed whatever this is that now disturbs the black water. Suddenly, a large reptillian head surfaces before you. Rows of sharp teeth greet you from within a foul mouth large enough to fit your entire body twice.
You stand frozen with fear. Your shaking arm holds out the bucket of fish. The creature rips the bucket from you with a clawed hand and gulps the entire contents in one swallow. It then comes up to your face and speaks.
Who are you Elf? "I am $name" You reply.
Ah yes, our new trainee, $name
That's enough about you, would you like to hear about me?
[[Yes, I would.|yes]]
[[How long will this take?|no]]
You stand there defiant..as your head falls from your shoulders. You're a rebel and you know....err, knew it.
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