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Post by kanewilliamson on Oct 9, 2006 14:16:33 GMT -5
A few things to say before i start - I will be doing this w/ the gamefaqs oblivion message board as well, so when choices come into it, i will be counting them up from here and gamefaqs(Once my account is out of the "warned" status).
- This is my first ever CYOA so don't excpect nothing great
- CYOAs seem hard to me and I may struggle a little.
ok. so first things first. Will our little Bosmer, Lunkthor, be good or evil? A: Good B: EVIL
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Post by fallingfar on Oct 9, 2006 14:34:57 GMT -5
A
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Post by kanewilliamson on Oct 9, 2006 14:53:21 GMT -5
Lunkthor awoke from his bed, he got changed and had breakfast and set off outside to see what he could get up to. Lunkthor was a novice swordsman, he could do basic mage spells as well, and was a particularly good healer. Lunkthor was a young Bosmer. He was 21, a small build (as they all are), and was a kind hearted man.
Lunkthor was a rather popular man, he had one good friend called Mandrin, who he would meet down at the local every morning. Lunkthor simply could not wait to see him this morning. He had good news to share, Lunkthor had gained a Scholarship in Restoration. All those years of training have finally payed off, he thought to himself. As he entered the inn, he noticed it was rather quiet. Other than Mandrin and the bartender, only one man was there.
Lunkthor purchased an Ale as he sat down, to hear Mandrins gossip. As Lunkthor sat and listened he noticed the bloke sat at the nearby table kept glancing over. Lunkthor continued to drink and talk. They went on talking for an hour. Lankthor and Mandrin were perfect friends. They could talk for ages. However Lankthor grew more suspicious of the lone man. Why would he stay for so long on his own? He was not even drinking. Lunkthor decided it was time to make a decision…
A: Carry on as normal. B: Ask the man if he wants anything. C: Leave. You have a bad feeling about this.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 9, 2006 19:16:11 GMT -5
B
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 19:18:48 GMT -5
B
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 9, 2006 19:44:11 GMT -5
B
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 10, 2006 15:55:01 GMT -5
B
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Post by kanewilliamson on Oct 11, 2006 16:43:00 GMT -5
Lunkthor approached the man, "Is their a problem? Can I help you with anything?" The man stood up from his seat, he was a Nord and he was taller than most Nords as well. He was huge. Lunkthors eye level was perfectly in line with the Nords crotch, Lunkthor rose his neck as high as he could. "You got a pro'lem? Yer don' even kno' who i am, do yer?!" The Nord threw a powerful punch, with bad aim however. The Nord stumble off balance and fell over a stool. Small bottles fell out his pocket. "NOoo, the skooma! My stuff!" The Nord was clearly just under the effect of to many drugs.
Lunkthor made his way to the door, annoyed with the Nord, but as he looked over his shoulder, he noticed Mandrin was not following but looking at the floor. The Nord was in tears. "Damn you! Nine Divines?? You are not Divine at all! No gods would make such a blade! I WANT MY WIFE BACK!!" The Nord grabbed hold of a knife laying on the floor, he grabbed it and raised it in the air, ready to bury it into his chest. Lunkthor did not have much time to think, what should he do?
A: Try to persuade the Nord not to stab himself, then find out what is wrong. B: Try to force the Nord to not Stab himself, then find out what is wrong. C: Try to persuade the Nord not to stab himself, then leave. D: Try to force the Nord not to stab himself, then leave. E. Just leave this Nord.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 11, 2006 17:41:24 GMT -5
A. if that don't work B
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 17:42:57 GMT -5
A.. but my Nordish is a bit rusty
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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 20:31:02 GMT -5
A or B
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Post by kanewilliamson on Oct 14, 2006 8:14:32 GMT -5
Seeing as you have all said A, I will go with that.
"Don't do it!" Lunkthor exclaimed, in a fairly gentle voice. "I can help, explain to me what is wrong. Please. You will not get anything out of dieing!" Lunkthors words fell on deaf ears. The Nord completely disregarded what was said and buried the blade in his own chest. Lunkthor felt awful. If only he had just attempted to force the Nord not to do it. Lunkthor felt a cold chill run down his spine. Lunkthor felt for a pulse, which he didn't find. With his head down, he exited the Inn.
What was this blade the Nord had mentioned? How had it effected the Nords wives death? Lukthor could not decide what to do next.
A: Investigate the Blade that the Nord talked about. B: Investigate the Nords wife. Find out what had happened to her. C: Leave this and continue training.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 10:17:46 GMT -5
dammit i would have forced him to stab himself... i go fro a
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Post by Maliku on Oct 14, 2006 13:13:52 GMT -5
A
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 14, 2006 14:40:14 GMT -5
B
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