A Generic Fantasy RPG: The Text Adventure

Welcome, everyone, to A Generic Fantasy RPG: The Text Adventure. Yes, this is yet another one of those Quest threads, though hopefully it will stay more alive than the rest tended to do.

If you're unfamiliar with the setup, basically all you have to do is post a command to perform an action, similar to those interactive text games that used to be popular back in the day. For example, if you write ">Pick up the sword'', the character will pick up said sword...probably.

However, the commands aren't set in stone. While the game in general plays out to choose-your-own-path adventures, some commands might be accepted and some might not—the commands are more of "suggestions", in a similar vein to how commands are treated by Prequel if you're familiar with it.

That being said, since that's a rule feel free to go as wild and crazy with the commands as you want. You want the character to stab someone with a fishing rod? That's an option. You want the character to put the bucket they just found on their head instead of carrying it? That's an option too.

Obviously if your commands are too insane they're probably not going to be followed through with. Though they'll definitely be acknowledged. You'll more likely get the character to think about your suggestion if you tell them to run naked in the streets than if you tell them to head in a direction a lot of people already suggested.

But anyway, with that put aside, let's begin!

You wake up to the dull roar of waves on the rocks.

Because the sun happened annoyingly to be shining into your eyes, of course. Clearing your bleary vision and looking to the side, you can see you've ended up in a grassy field of sorts. You notice it isn't too far from the beach.

You don't remember much. The last thing you can recall is being on some kind of boat—and try as you might to rack your brains, the rest is all blank from there. Why can't you figure it out? It's frustrating that's all you can come up with.

Your clothes are intact but waterlogged as you get up, and scanning the horizon, you see what looks like the outlines of buildings a little distance off. There are a few trees populating the shoreline nearby, but otherwise, you feel like your mind can't manage to process anything else right now.

To head towards the structures, down towards the beach, into the trees, or possibly something else entirely? It's some decision, you think. And who knows what you might find waiting for you there.

Pull yourself together. What do you do from now?

>Input command.

> Take a stroll at the beach.

>Jump into the water and drown

Run towards the trees with your eyes closed

That doesn't sound very productive, but you guess might as well, since there's nothing else to do here you'll give it a try anyway.

As it happens, after a couple minutes of strolling, you manage to nearly impale your feet.

There's a small dagger half-buried in the sand where you stopped. The metal looks a bit tarnished, but otherwise in okay quality. Good thing you didn't step on it.

You try to pick it up without stabbing yourself to some degree of success. It was stuck in there pretty snugly and you escape with only a few pinpricks of blood on your hands.

Maybe it'll be of use later.

At this point you want to, frankly, buuut unfortunately you know how to swim. You note the advice for later though if all else fails.

Okay. That's an oddly specific thought.

You guess that if you run in with your eyes shut, you'll look like some kind of brave warrior? You don't remember being very good with those sorts of things, but you decide to add in the screaming for full effect.

...aaand you end up tripping on a branch to fall flat on your face.

By the time you're able to rub the sand out of your eyes, you can see very clearly you've landed smack dab on top of a very large and very grotesque object that looks very much like a tail.

The tail's owner turns around and locks eyes with you, or rather doesn't, because it has nothing but dead, glowing sockets in its armoured head. If you didn't know better you'd describe it as some sort of eyeless crocodile.

You're not just going to stand there, are you?

>Input command.

> Run like the wind

> Try stabbing the croc before you run.

Make friends with it

>Pet the scaly doggo

At this point you're panicking while trying not to panic while also trying to make it look like you're not trying to panic.

Accompanied by a monster, no less. Which is usually the point when someone resorts to the worst and bizarrest of ideas.

Good croc? you venture, mustering up the courage to look at it straight in the...sockets.

It holds your gaze and turns all the way around to walk up to you slowly.

You hope it's working.

It lumbers further and now the thing's now almost directly in front of you. You reach out both your hands tentatively—there's some way to calm it, right?

It's looking steadily at you, without a trace of movement or aggression on its part.

Now or never, you think. That or you're going to be stuck having some kind of staring match with an abomination.

You reach further.

Time to go for it.

It ends up nipping your dagger clean out of your left hand, barely missing the tips of your fingers, and swallows it in one gulp. And you're pretty sure that stray bone you saw wedged between its massive teeth in that brief moment was at least five feet long.

Shit.

You've been up this tree for hours now and you really hope that freakish gator is gone, because you were starting to get more hungry than terrified enduring its attempts to bash your towering shelter down.

Speaking of food, you don't think you've noticed before, but is that smoke you see over there? It looks like it's somewhere a ways off from your beach, moreso than the buildings. Could be fire, or...something else. Lucky you got up high enough to see it, though.

On the other hand, the view from up here shows the aforementioned buildings a little more clearly, there are three of them to be exact. One of them appears to be a windmill and one looks similar to a sort of warehouse.

There doesn't seem to be anything else nearby you, but the field you woke up in appears to stretch out into a meadow criscrossed with rivers.

You can stay around the beach (but your chances without a physical weapon don't seem very good while you're low on magic like this), or investigate anything else you found.

At the very least while, you don't want to try your luck with that croc again.

>Input command.

> Check the warehouse.

Yep.

Edited by TroperNo9001 on Apr 20th 2019 at 5:00:49 PM

>Take a look at the windmill.

Like this?

>Acquire Stick
>Craft Pointy Stick

You suppose that's a good idea, even though it wouldn't hold up against much you know of.

You pick up the stick you tripped on from earlier and ironically manage to turn it into a decent javelin-style weapon. That makes up for your loss of the dagger, at least.

Fortunately, the structures aren't too far apart, so you'd probably be able to access both, just with a bit of a walk in between.

After a while of straying down trails you find yourself nearing the windmill, your first destination. But there seems to be something coming else towards it, and at a much faster pace than you are.

That's when you notice some kind of horse-drawn cart veering towards it at a dangerous speed. Except there isn't any rider and it's completely out of control.

And it's definitely not supposed to be some kind of offroad cart.

You also happen to notice a person standing in the midst of its path, or rather running wildly from its path because, well, they probably don't want to get trampled. But it's catching up to them quickly, and in fact going way faster than it should be even possible for any horse to run.

You want to help, but...how?

>Input command.

> Push them out of the way and hope you don't get run over yourself.

Use your javelin to kill the horse

>Try to rein the horse to calm it down.

You don't think trying to jump onto the cart and grabbing the horse's reins while it's still hurtling at full speed towards you is a very good idea.

Trying to take aim as best you can, you aim the javelin for the rampaging horse and hope it lands.

Three...two...one—

It hit. It definitely hit, you're sure of it, you heard the javelin strike, it struck the horse right front of your eyes, and yet...

It just ricocheted off, for some reason.

That's clearly not a normal horse you're dealing with.

At this point, you're of options, and growing more desperate every inch the cart draws closer. All you can think to do right now is go for your last resort.

CRASH

The cart goes sailing right over you.

You thought you were dead for a second, but you can still hear the debris clattering onto the surrounding ground and a single dull thunk behind you, that you think was probably the horse.

Turns out the javelin lodged itself into the cart's wheel when it bounced off.

Before you have time to think or inspect the broken cart, though, the person comes running up to you and thanks you for saving them.

You reply it's no problem, but then they ask who you are.

What was your name, anyway?

>Input command.

Edited by unfortunatezorua on Apr 20th 2019 at 9:37:10 PM

>Say "Ageless-Faceless-Gender-Neutral-Culturally-Ambiguous-Adventure-Person, or AFGNCAAP for short."

Nope. I just remembered what the trope was called back in the day.

Edited by ArmoredFury on Apr 20th 2019 at 8:59:05 PM

> "My name is Kai"

Edited by dave_the_assassin on Apr 20th 2019 at 8:47:32 PM

Tiffany Heatherson the 23rd

Seems like you either played Zork or read the let's play.

Edited by dutchguy1986 on Apr 20th 2019 at 3:55:22 PM

>”The name’s Jagfa. It’s short for Just Another Generic Fantasy Adventurer”

> "The Hero"

Edited by johannes4123 on Apr 20th 2019 at 10:15:43 AM

> "The Reader, but you can just call me Read."

>”Meegmo Migmorian”

Edited by TacoBadger on Apr 20th 2019 at 11:26:05 AM