Awaken from thy thrice daily slumber, Upon the lake bank, two noble forms The sanctity of thy solitude is shattered. Motherfuckers
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/Hail the figure that reclines
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@lake-bitch-cyoa
Awaken from thy thrice daily slumber, Upon the lake bank, two noble forms The sanctity of thy solitude is shattered. Motherfuckers
/Hail the the figure that guards
/Hail the figure that reclines
No scrolling! Youâll get spoiled if u havenât played it yet
No scrollin!!! you'll get SPOILED!!!
You listen to your heart. You decide to behave as you would most enjoy.
You cure their wounds with a press of your lips to theirs
You continue to cure their wounds until youâre both aware of the nymphs whooping. What time is it?!
You catch dinner with your hands. lol you're still in the lake. You head back to your tower hand in hand with your fish and your new...? Whatever, you donât need labels youâre magic
The End
[Commence anew]
You decide to behave as would behoove a lady of a lake. You cure their wounds with a gentle wave of your hand.
They must avenge their honor and so they must leave.
You consider calling the nymphs to hang out. Or not. Maybe you want to sit at the bottom of the lake for awhile.
[Commence anew]
As they show you their grievous injury (itâs super nasty! cool!) you tell him it'll make a bitchin scar. Shame it was for a loser with terrible hair. They look confused? Ugh you have to tell him their friend ran off with a magic sword to run a kingdom without them. They look bummed out.
You feel... a feeling? Is this... empathy? Weird. You donât know this one.
/ Abide by the dictates of propriety.
/ Allow thy heart to guide thee.
The injury was sustained in an ambush. Or, the companion was in a bush? Itâs a little confusing.
Either way they took a sword to the tummy.
You kinda wanna see it!
/ Is it nasty? /excited
/ wait I need context - start from the beginning
You demand explanation.
There's a lot of backstory and they die of their injury in the telling
[Commence Anew]
Nymphs slip from the trees, yelping and howling. They carry the guard off into the dark forest
Haha. Oops.
[Commence Anew]
A shield bearer is wary at your approach. They regard you as a threat. Which is not not true.
Their armor is pretty shiny and it's starting to scare away dinner.
/ Summon the nymphs
/ Demand explanation
You try to heal them with a press of your lips to theirs. You actually heal them with a press of your lips to a hand in front of your face.
SO AWKWARD
They have a duty to their companions safety. Their eyes show some regret. They seem like a good person. As they depart you see your handkerchief peeking out of their shirt. Idiot.
This never happens to the nymphs.
[Commence anew]
You cure their exhaustion with a gentle wave. Of the lake.
They must leave to find and protect the other.
You gift a ring of protection so they donât get injured again, the big idiot. Big cute dumb idiot.
They presses their lips to your handkerchief in farewell. IDIOT.
[Commence anew]
You help him them out. Theyâre soaking, injured and exhausted. You feel.. a feeling? You gently blot duckweed from their face with your embroidered handkerchief.
Itâs a nice face.
They watch you fearfully and you wonder...
have you maybe...
been a shit hostess?
/ Abide by the customs of courtesy
/ Let thy heart guide thee
You kick them into the lake.
They sputter, grab their side and try to stand. Theyâre trying to protect their companionâŚ
that kinda sucks the fun out of it
/ Allow them to regain their stance.
/ Question them regarding their ailment.
You approach from behind. Sneaky sneaky.
You suddenly make eye contact with a hottie. Youâre flustered and accidentally drown them.
Oops.
[Commence anew]
You bestow upon them a turtle poker you scrounged from the bottom of the lake.
They leave to seek a great destiny. They also leave their companion behind.
/ Extend compassion to this abandoned soul
/ Bully âem for sport
You grant them the noble duty of keeping your tower from being prisoner-less.
Let's also give them unending life while weâre at it.
[What schemes doth their companion weave?]