Tales of Furlingas- choose your own story part 2
#2 of Text adventure
The idea of this chose your own adventure is that I will write a page of a story ending in a choice of what action our hero takes next. You can then vote by commenting with your choice, I will then write the next page using the most voted on option to build a story page by page. It will be an adult story with sexual scenes and you get to chose partners, positions and such. I will look to post a minimum of once a week but with the aim of doing it twice a week whenever possible.
The first choice was the hero and the votes are shown below. Along with the first real part of the adventure and your next choice, what should the hero do? Put your vote in the comments below.
Polar Mage=12
Polar Barbarian=3
Polar thief=1
Naga Mage=5
Vulpine Mage=4
Vulpine thief=2
Vulpine barbarian=2
Well I'd have to say that is a pretty strong vote for polar mage. For those who voted for Runo or Kenia please let me assure you they will both make an appearance in Aleoric's story. Thank you everyone who voted, I was hoping for ten votes to have gotten so many is truly amazing, now on with the story and this weeks choices.
Aleoric paused on the road for a moment, adjusting his flowing red robes a little. The mages guild insisted that all their graduates wear proper attire. However, to the polar bear born and raised in the frozen wastelands to the north, these robes were far too thick and heavy and he overheated in them a little too easily for his tastes. As soon as he made some coin he would find himself a lighter set of robes. For now he would have to suffer in silence and hope no-one would catch him as he fanned air under his robes with his great tome of magic.
An unfitting use for such a great tome, it was given to him by his master in the guild Roniac a Rhino from the far east. He had fond memories of his master, their relationship had been extremely close, and almost entirely in appropriate. They had much in common, both being large males from races which rarely produced minds capable of learning to wield magic.
The polar had surprised everyone by being completely useless at ice magic. He had managed to obtain a decent grasp of earth, wind and water magic. However, to complete the irony of his life the polar had shown an amazing aptitude for fire magic. He had several fire spells so well learned he didn't need his tome for them any more.
Roniac had deeply approved of the bear learning the fire magic. "Speak softly, and memorise a fireball spell." The rhino had said with a laugh as the polar had told him of his plans to head out to seek his fortune. The bear smiled as he set off along the path again. He had stuck out like a sore thumb at the guild, but at least he had one person to talk to and to... spend quality time with.
Still sticking out at the guild had been one thing, sticking out at home had been something else. Growing up had not been easy for the bear, his father, uncles and all six of his brothers were barbarians. They rode off to pillage and plunder, to fight and fornicate. Their little brother couldn't seem to join in, he had been born with a curse, his mind never stopped working.
He realised at a young age he would never fit in with his people. Their first reaction to a problem was to hit it or possibly fuck it. His was to investigate, to consider from every angle and then... well in honesty a few times he had just hit it. However, sometimes brute strength is the right answer. That was something the bear did have in spades, muscles that most species would kill for grew naturally on the polar bear. Despite his large belly he was able to go blow for blow with most species. Although his brothers would laugh at his pitiful combat skills and by their standards he was the week little runt.
The map his father 'gave' him (well letting someone that smart know that sort map was just laying around in one safe, buried in a secret location, was pretty much like giving it to him) would lead him to the hidden temple of Kafta. An ancient god, whose followers were said to have possessed great magic and to have amassed a mountain of gold through taking donations, mostly off the bodies of the gold's former owners.
It was a weeks' march through the forest of Shar, which was on the other side of Tor, the small town he was heading for. Hopefully he would be able to use the last of his money to buy enough supplies to get there. The bear had a spring in his step as he bounced down the path. He had dreamed for years of being out on his own, with no masters, no teachers and no brothers to bully him.
As he walked he saw the bushes on the side of the road about two hundred feet ahead of him rustle and part. A naked male fox emerged, he was almost six foot tall, he was scrawny with rusty red fur, except for his chest and crotch which was a startling white. His fur was covered in dirt as if he had been crawling through dirt. His paws were bound and a second after he appeared two large orcs stepped out of the bushes.
Aleoric could tell from their leather armour these were two orc raiders, down from the mountains, who were carrying this fox prisoner off for a life as an orc slave, a fate no fur should have to endure.
Should Aleoric:
A: Hide in the bushes and let them pass, he doesn't want to be taken as a slave himself.
B: Attack and try to rescue the fox, as a highly trained mage two orc raiders should be no match for his skills. Plus there might be a reward, at least a little naked fox gratitude.
C: Well I mean the fox is off for a life as a slave and he's had no fun in weeks since he left the guild, maybe he could negotiate with the slave's masters for a little time with the bound fox before his masters ruin him completely.