As a preface: I'm writing this a little at a time just off the top of my head. I have no great plan, and I'm sorry that I am posting it a bit by bit instead of as a finished work, but I just wanted to dive in and go for it. If you have any input on how the story should proceed or routes you would like to see taken or places you would like to visit, please let me know in the comments. Thank you for your time and patience.
You are all alone in a quiet, fire lit room. The fire crackles and there is a slight smell of woodsmoke, not overpowering, but strong enough to evoke a memory of campfires and pleasant summer evenings. Before the fire sits a cozy, over stuffed chair and a small table. The circle of firelight does not extend past this chair and the rest of the room is cloaked in darkness.
The chair beckons to you and you sit for a time. You stare into the fire, watching the flames lick up and down the wood. After a time you turn your attention to the table beside you. On the table is a cup of something hot, steam wafting from the liquid, a box of matches, and a single candle. You take up a match and strike it against the side of the box, listening to the hiss as the flame springs to life. The match glows for a moment before flickering out.
You take up a second match and again scratch it quickly. Again the hiss but this time you apply the flame to the wick of the candle. Taking up the candle you rise and turn to the darkened portion of the room. The candle light falls upon a heavy, wooden door carved with ancient symbols and a motif of vines. You are aware that this is not the door through which you entered the room only a short while before. In fact, you are not even sure that this door was there five minutes ago, but now you can choose, if you so desire, to go through it.
Do you choose?
Or would you like to rest awhile longer?
You are all alone in a quiet, fire lit room. The fire crackles and there is a slight smell of woodsmoke, not overpowering, but strong enough to evoke a memory of campfires and pleasant summer evenings. Before the fire sits a cozy, over stuffed chair and a small table. The circle of firelight does not extend past this chair and the rest of the room is cloaked in darkness.
The chair beckons to you and you sit for a time. You stare into the fire, watching the flames lick up and down the wood. After a time you turn your attention to the table beside you. On the table is a cup of something hot, steam wafting from the liquid, a box of matches, and a single candle. You take up a match and strike it against the side of the box, listening to the hiss as the flame springs to life. The match glows for a moment before flickering out.
You take up a second match and again scratch it quickly. Again the hiss but this time you apply the flame to the wick of the candle. Taking up the candle you rise and turn to the darkened portion of the room. The candle light falls upon a heavy, wooden door carved with ancient symbols and a motif of vines. You are aware that this is not the door through which you entered the room only a short while before. In fact, you are not even sure that this door was there five minutes ago, but now you can choose, if you so desire, to go through it.
Do you choose?
Or would you like to rest awhile longer?
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