Pickles: A TG Choose Your Own Adventure

By Melanie E.

Page 23

"You search the boxes in the storehouse..."

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After as much deliberation as you feel you can spare, you start out by opening the box of magic potions. Most of the slots within are empty, filled with nothing but shards of broken vials, or their contents have long since evaporated. However, a single, gleaming potion remains in perfect condition, conveniently smack dab in the middle of the box. Its label has long since faded away, but the ruby liquid within glows softly as you lift the vial from its straw bedding and carefully secure it in a pocket of your pack.

"Be careful with strange potions," Lisa says from behind you before returning to her own examination of boxes. It seems she is still somewhat upset over the whole pie ordeal.

Next, you decide to open the box of spell components. As with the potions, most of the contents is either missing or battered beyond the point of usability, but inside you find a handful of crushed flowers, a flask filled with a pungent salt, and three large, serrated teeth. You take them with you, assuming that as you continue to read through your spellbook you can find what they are used for.

Finally, you open the box of reversal charms, figuring something like that MUST be useful. Only two remain. Thinking, you take one of the gaudy amulets and drape it around your own neck, then pick the other one up and take it to Lisa.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Here," you say, offering her the amulet. She looks at it for a moment, then smiles and takes it.

"Thank you. Oh, yeah, take this," she says, handing you a dagger with an ivory handle. "It might come in handy."

"Alright." You secure the dagger in the band of your girdle, then head for the door. Once back in the entrance to the keep, you weigh your options before heading for the stairs upward, Lisa in tow.

At the top, you find yourself standing at the beginning of a long corridor. At the far end is another set of stairs leading up, while on each side of the hallway lie four doors, two to your left and two to your right. All of them bear labels again, leading you to wonder whether the owner of the keep had been obsessive compulsive, or just an idiot.

What do you do?

---Enter the door marked "The Room Of Borderline Incomprehensibleness"
---Enter the door marked "The Room Of Obscenities"
---Enter the door marked "The Room Of Excessive Body Odors"
---Enter the door marked "Magical Library -- abandon all hope ye who enter here"
---Take the stairs up.

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