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As you near the edge of the woods, you come upon a clan’s burrow, buried in the outer trees. Dragons mill about, though not as many as you get the impression tend to be there. In particular, a nocturne lazes on a neatly chopped log, studying his claws. He looks up with eerie purple eyes as you approach.
“Would you look at that, a visitor. Welcome to the Starwood Strand, stranger.” His grin, spreading across his ridged, scaly face, is somewhat menacing from under the plume of his archer’s cap.
“You look to be a merchant, yes?” He takes a moment to let you be uncomfortable at the almost accusatory phrase, then laughs, waving a claw. “Oh, don’t worry, I have nothing against those seeking a profit from our illustrious flight during the Starfall Celebration. Who wouldn’t? After all, this is the first peaceful Arcane Festival in goodness knows how long. Tales of the stars. Fitting, no?”
You move to agree, but before you can, he looks away, claws lacing. “Nonetheless. I promise, it’ll be worth your while. Already folks from all over have gathered at the festival grounds… observing the heavens… sharing tales… discovering constellations… enjoying the wares…”
His eyes rove back to you, his smile now a bit smug. “Oh, apologies. You don’t know the way there, do you? Here, hand me your map. I can mark it…”
With some reluctance, you pass over your scroll case, contained within it a map of Sornieth as well as of the Starfall Isles. He studies it for a moment, then pulls the feather from his hat and marks a point in a shimmering, dark pink ink, carefully tracing a number of paths through the Starwood Strand. “There. Just don’t turn away from the main road and you ought to be fine. Do hurry, the festival has already begun.
“It would be a shame if something were to happen…”
Welcome to the Starfall Celebration ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ (CYOA) Game: Urban Legends!
Your dragon is a merchant* who is planning to join the festivities in the Starwood Strand, the Arcane Flight’s mysterious forest. What will happen when you venture into the glow of the trees …? You’ll have to play along to find out!
During your adventures in the Starwood Strand, you may earn a plethora of aides, counted in ‘Knowledge Points’ and ‘Starbear Points’ - or you may find yourself traumatized by the horrors of the Starfall Isles, incurring Panic Points instead. You can track your scores, and see how you compare to others, here! These points will factor into the ending you achieve as much as your decisions will, so act wisely…
Every time you participate in the CYOA, you will earn one ticket in the CYOA raffle and 100 tickets for our Out Of Flight Raffle (or In Flight for Arcanites!). Acquiring Knowledge, Starbear, and Panic points does not grant additional raffle tickets.
The Choose Your Own Adventure is now over! It ran from 24 to 30 September.
* Note: ‘Merchant’ can be interpreted as closely or as loosely as you like! Your dragon could be selling anything: physical crafted items like armour, written poems/stories, artwork or potions; gathered items like food or familiars; services such as battle training and fashion advice; or even performances (storytelling, dance, acting etc.). You do not have to know what your dragon would be selling in order to play!
As you leave the clan grounds onto the path, a coatl with almost-white plumage approaches the wry nocturne, settling at his side with a sigh. She takes a moment, then looks to him, speaking in an irritated series of nearly indecipherable chirps. “Please tell me you gave that one the right directions.” |
The nocturne rolls his eyes, nudging his mate with an affectionate sigh. “Of course I did. I’d hate to have a death on my hands. But I think that’s the one, Whispia. They can figure this out.”
The coatl gave a clicking huff, nestling against his shoulder. “I guess so… I hope so. Let’s just hope the bears don’t cause too much trouble for the poor soul…”