Alph and the archer
Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2020 6:18 am
This turned out to be a much better experience than I'd anticipated and had to share.
You head southeast, riding a chestnut horse with four white stockings.
[Prairie Road] [temperate]
Also here: a dirty archer (badly wounded, exhausted, lying down, lightly-armored, unconscious, bloody) and your chestnut horse with four white stockings (ridden by yourself).
Obvious paths: west, northwest (road), north, northeast, east, southeast (road), south, southwest.
You say, "Oh, you poor soul."
** Alph rides back through the pass and dashes through town to get bandages and makes it back (surprisingly) before things got much worse. **
You retrieve an untreated gray linen bandage from your worn canvas backpack.
You carefully bandage a dirty archer's right hand.
A dirty archer slowly regains consciousness.
Speaking to a dirty archer, you say, "Oh, hello there. Thought you weren't going to make it for a bit."
Speaking to a dirty archer, you ask, "Can you move at all?"
You think to yourself, "I hope this fellow will be alright, he doesn't seem to be one for talking."
A dirty archer stands up.
You notice a dirty archer quietly slip into a hiding spot.
** this is the part where I'm expecting things to go poorly because Alph cluelessly bandaged up a bandit **
a starving prairie wolf arrives from the south.
A dirty archer removes an arrow from his leather back quiver and nocks it to his oak shortbow.
A dirty archer fires an arrow at a starving prairie wolf! [redacted] Dodged!
** more battle ensues between the wolf and the archer, with a few periodic bites directed at Alph, whilst Alph in rising panic has no clue how to help this situation at all **
a starving prairie wolf heads east.
** If I could type faster, we would have this line just before the next: You cheer, "Good work, you scared it off!" **
A dirty archer heads off to return to his post.
And with that Alph haplessly resumes his journey, relieved that he was able to help a stranger in need.
You head southeast, riding a chestnut horse with four white stockings.
[Prairie Road] [temperate]
Also here: a dirty archer (badly wounded, exhausted, lying down, lightly-armored, unconscious, bloody) and your chestnut horse with four white stockings (ridden by yourself).
Obvious paths: west, northwest (road), north, northeast, east, southeast (road), south, southwest.
You say, "Oh, you poor soul."
** Alph rides back through the pass and dashes through town to get bandages and makes it back (surprisingly) before things got much worse. **
You retrieve an untreated gray linen bandage from your worn canvas backpack.
You carefully bandage a dirty archer's right hand.
A dirty archer slowly regains consciousness.
Speaking to a dirty archer, you say, "Oh, hello there. Thought you weren't going to make it for a bit."
Speaking to a dirty archer, you ask, "Can you move at all?"
You think to yourself, "I hope this fellow will be alright, he doesn't seem to be one for talking."
A dirty archer stands up.
You notice a dirty archer quietly slip into a hiding spot.
** this is the part where I'm expecting things to go poorly because Alph cluelessly bandaged up a bandit **
a starving prairie wolf arrives from the south.
A dirty archer removes an arrow from his leather back quiver and nocks it to his oak shortbow.
A dirty archer fires an arrow at a starving prairie wolf! [redacted] Dodged!
** more battle ensues between the wolf and the archer, with a few periodic bites directed at Alph, whilst Alph in rising panic has no clue how to help this situation at all **
a starving prairie wolf heads east.
** If I could type faster, we would have this line just before the next: You cheer, "Good work, you scared it off!" **
A dirty archer heads off to return to his post.
And with that Alph haplessly resumes his journey, relieved that he was able to help a stranger in need.