You weren't quite sure how or when you has wandered here, yet there you were, sitting by a campfire with an eclectic band of dragons. While a Wildclaw is busy cooking skewers of meat over the fire, an old Tundra is sitting off to the side on a log, telling a story to a gaggle of Mirror hatchlings. Curious, you get closer so you can hear the story.
"...had thought from there, that it woulda been nothin' but smooth sailing. But that night, while I was snug in my bed, th' boat hit a rock."
He paused, taking a deep breath.
"Crack!" the Tundra shouted, making several of the little Mirrors jump out of fear.
"Th' bottom of the boat had broken, and we were takin' on water faster than a lairful of Coatls can eat seafood. We tried gettin' Harley, that big Imperial, to sit on the hole and plug it, but it was no use. Even big ol' Harley couldn't close the gap, and water was gushin' in. Marcelyn, the sword-slingin' Ridgeback I was talkin' about earlier, was wailin' that she hated gettin' wet and didn't want a watery grave. And so we flew- 'sides from Herbert, th' Snapper cook who could make a stew meaner than a flock of harpies. He swam."
"For several hours we traveled, flyin' aimlessly to the west, hopin' to find land. Then Jojo the Fae, our captain, started hollerin' 'bout an island just to the north. And sure enough, there it was: a big ol' island, right there. We went right towards it and landed on th' beach. Th' beach seemed to stretch forever, flankin' us to th' east and west. In front of us loomed a forest, th' trees and plants verdant and lush, just burstin' with life and danger." He took a long pause for dramatic effect.
The story had enthralled one of the hatchlings. She was eagerly staring at Patchi, practically about to burst from anticipation.
"What did you do next, Uncle Patchi?"
Welcome to The Treacherous Trek! This is a choose-your-own-adventure (CYOA) game. Help Patchi the Tundra and his buddies get home by exploring the island and solving puzzles.
Every three hours*, a new poll will be posted. If you'd like a ping every time the poll is posted, please add yourself to the pinglist here.
*Though we will attempt to put out fresh polls every three hours, our attendants need sleep! Well, attendant. At the moment I'm running this thing. Occasionally there may be voting periods longer that three hours.Please be patient with me.
"...had thought from there, that it woulda been nothin' but smooth sailing. But that night, while I was snug in my bed, th' boat hit a rock."
He paused, taking a deep breath.
"Crack!" the Tundra shouted, making several of the little Mirrors jump out of fear.
"Th' bottom of the boat had broken, and we were takin' on water faster than a lairful of Coatls can eat seafood. We tried gettin' Harley, that big Imperial, to sit on the hole and plug it, but it was no use. Even big ol' Harley couldn't close the gap, and water was gushin' in. Marcelyn, the sword-slingin' Ridgeback I was talkin' about earlier, was wailin' that she hated gettin' wet and didn't want a watery grave. And so we flew- 'sides from Herbert, th' Snapper cook who could make a stew meaner than a flock of harpies. He swam."
"For several hours we traveled, flyin' aimlessly to the west, hopin' to find land. Then Jojo the Fae, our captain, started hollerin' 'bout an island just to the north. And sure enough, there it was: a big ol' island, right there. We went right towards it and landed on th' beach. Th' beach seemed to stretch forever, flankin' us to th' east and west. In front of us loomed a forest, th' trees and plants verdant and lush, just burstin' with life and danger." He took a long pause for dramatic effect.
The story had enthralled one of the hatchlings. She was eagerly staring at Patchi, practically about to burst from anticipation.
"What did you do next, Uncle Patchi?"
Welcome to The Treacherous Trek! This is a choose-your-own-adventure (CYOA) game. Help Patchi the Tundra and his buddies get home by exploring the island and solving puzzles.
Every three hours*, a new poll will be posted. If you'd like a ping every time the poll is posted, please add yourself to the pinglist here.
*Though we will attempt to put out fresh polls every three hours, our attendants need sleep! Well, attendant. At the moment I'm running this thing. Occasionally there may be voting periods longer that three hours.Please be patient with me.