Story Quest (Choose your own Adventure Style)
If you have read "Choose your own Adventure" books, then you can guess what is a story quest. I will write a story and the readers, YOU, will decide the path the main character will take. I love writing and this will help motivate me to write. If this tickles your fancy, let's choose a story together!
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Option 1️⃣: Breesh Temerária is a Bastão, a human who can shapeshift into a bat. The Bastãos are located primarily in the northeastern region of São Domingos. Breesh, a Bastão of the Diphylla ecaudata species, was born in the most beautiful cave, Terra Ronca. Over generations, her clan of Bastãos modernized the cave, making it a beautiful mansion she calls home. In her clan, the strongest has the last say and civil battles happen on the daily; it is the only method of ranking up, by challenging those of higher ranks. Most Bastãos simply listen and abide to those of higher ranks, while others refuse to take orders unless beaten in a battle. Breesh, since she was a child, has been known to fight over meaningless orders; she wants to reach the same rank as her father or even higher, but that was not her only goal. She has had a deep passion for feathers; she has a dream to collect them all from the various bird species in the world and make crafts out of them.
The Bastãos of the Diphylla ecaudata species consume only avian blood and on rare occasions Mammal blood. Breesh Temerária is one of the many sanguivorous huntresses who hunt wild birds in the forest as her clan's secondary food source. A few of their kind farm outside of the national park, Terra Ronca, raising chickens and roosters for both profit and as the primary food source for their clan. Their product name, Frango do Mestre, is widely known in Brazil with its logo being a silhouette of chicken with bat wings. Like most Bastãos, Breesh's clan is very old fashioned and works much like a gypsy-mafia hybrid, unafraid of out-casting or even killing those who do not wish to serve the clan, and also not allowing their kind to breed with other races; breeding with different species was only slightly acceptable, but still frowned upon. The clan is extremely proud of their species uniquely short ears; padless, short thumb; and large, shiny eyes when they're in their tiny beast form.
Breesh's story begins with a mission. Instead of hunting wild birds, she was assigned to hunt a Bastão who seemingly forgot his place. This was also an opportunity for her to rank up in her clan.
Option 2️⃣:
The grounds were far from flat, several hills and mountains made up Mamaley. Their trees were large, but scattered throughout the lands. You would find many Centaurs populating the open fields within valleys where the land was somewhat plain. They are hunters and never feared to be hunted.
In the lands of Mamaley, where centaurian beings roam, a young hero was asked to come forth by the Chief of Mamaley. Years ago, the Mamaleyans gave birth to a new centaurian being; it was not four-legged, but two, so this form was called an Ipotane. Faulin was the name of this Ipotane; she was the first of her kind. She was a symbol to the centaurians of the union of humans and themselves, but as she aged, her beauty became more apparent, then she was kidnapped. The Chief feared it was one of their own who caused this mischief, so this resulted him seeking aid from outside his herd.
Now, the story beckons this new hero on a mission to save Faulin, a beautiful young maiden, from what has befallen her...
Both stories are 100% original and are mine.
The first image is not mine, but the second was paid to an artist as a commission.
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Option 1.
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A tall, blonde man with piercing blue eyes stood before the herd of centaurs, resplendent in a suit of shining white and gold armor. The armor fit him perfectly, molded to his lean, muscular frame, and polished to a high sheen. His helmet, which he held under his arm, was adorned with a crest of some unknown origin.
In one hand, he held a long, gleaming sword, its blade catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. The hilt was made of gold and the grip was wrapped in white leather, giving him a firm hold on the weapon.
Beside him, a magnificent horse snorted and pawed the ground, its coat as white as snow, and its mane and tail braided with gold thread. The animal was impeccably groomed and adorned with a saddle and bridle of fine leather, trimmed with gold. Hoping not to start on bad terms with the centaurs, he chose to walk alongside his horse as he drew closer to the Mamaleyan village.
The man's eyes swept over the towering centaurs, assessing them with a cool, appraising gaze, but there was a hint of warmth and kindness in his expression. They all had dark glistening skin with different shades of brown fur on their horsebacks. His demeanor exuded confidence, strength, and nobility, and there was no mistaking that he was a warrior of great renown.
“Hail, Chief of Mamaley! My liege hath delivered unto me thy request, and I have cometh to assist.”
While the head chief smiled warmly to the newcomer, the young chief scowled at the sight of the white man and his gleaming armor.
“Welcome to Mamaley!” the chief greeted, “Not too many bipedals have step foot here. Even less have been welcomed. Herd, greet!”
On command, the herd neighed and nickered with their hooves causing a loud rumble until the chief held up his hand to stop the herd-like cheer. The young chief, on the other hand, stood still to ensure the knight knew he did not welcome him.
“I thanketh thee. Where might I commence mine own investiga-” the man was cut off when Princess El came into sight of the herd. Their hooves stomped wildly in anticipation of her arrival. O’reld joined in the herd’s wild cheer.
Before the knight stood the magnificent centaur, her upper body was of a powerful black woman fused with the striped body of a zebra horse. Her dark skin glistened under the sunlight, and her piercing eyes bore into icy blue gaze. She was adorned with heavy jewelry that served as both decoration and armor. Large gold bracelets adorned her wrists and ankles, and multiple necklaces draped over her chest.
Her nose was pierced with a wooden stake, and round, gauge earrings dangled from her ears, swaying as she moved. Her hair was tightly braided and adorned with bones that clacked together with each step she took.
In one hand, she held a long spear, the tip sharpened to a deadly point. The spear was adorned with intricate designs carved into the wood, and a series of feathers hung from the end. Princess El raised her other hand to quiet the herd’s cheer. She carried herself with the grace of a seasoned warrior, every movement deliberate and purposeful.
“Chief. Young Chief. Herd. Human,” the man took note that she regarded him last. She slammed her chest fiercely in greeting them all. Finally, O’reld spoke up regarding his distaste towards the human.
“Father, you cannot allow this small human to find our sacred Ipotane! Princess El is far superior in strength and senses.”
His father was not surprised by his response, “Then let him prove his worth. Your name?” He turned to the man in armor as he asked for his name.
“Sir Galahad.”
“Do you accept Princess El to a duel?”
“I accepteth.”
The chief then turned to the princess, “Princess El, Do you accept Sir Galahad to a duel?”
“Yes!” The herd was impressed by the swiftness of both their responses. Without time for both parties to prepare, the chief roared with his front two hooves in the air:
“BEGIN!”
The white man drew his sword, the metal gleaming in the sunlight as he raised it in challenge to the zebra woman. She responded by lowering her spear, the tip pointed directly at him, as she circled around him.
Galahad charged forward, his sword glinting as he swung it in an arc towards her. She dodged easily, using her powerful centaurian body to move swiftly out of the way. With lightning-fast reflexes, she jabbed her spear towards him, but he managed to block it with his sword, the metal ringing as the two weapons clashed.
The zebra woman launched herself forward, using her hooves to kick at the man, who barely managed to dodge out of the way in time. As she landed on the ground, she spun around, swinging her spear in a wide arc towards the man's head. He blocked it with his sword once more, the impact making him stumble back.
The two circled each other, both of them breathing heavily as they prepared for the next attack. The man charged forward again, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he swung it towards the zebra woman. She managed to dodge once more, but this time he followed through with a swift kick to her stomach, sending her sprawling to the ground. He quickly closed the distance and pointed his sword at her, concluding the fight.
As she laid there, the man held his sword and looked to the chief victoriously; Princess El rolled out of the way, her spear clattering to the ground as she sprang back to her feet.
The chief looks at his son with knowing eyes.
“Human senses are nothing compared to our own! How could he find our Ipotane?”
Galahad cleared his throat and spoke matter-of-factly, “I may speaketh with eyewitnesses, gather intelligence from thy chief, and searcheth for any physical evidence that may leadeth myself to the location of thine captured centaur”
O’reld didn’t like this man one bit nor his strange way of speaking. His front hooves thrusted firmly into the ground in annoyance. His father continued to wear a smug grin, “Wonderful, I’m glad it has been decided. Thank you for your time here, Princess El, but Sir Galahad has proven he is capable. Stay awhile as my herd would love to keep you company.” The princess bowed her head defeatedly as the herd came to comfort her.
“Sir Galahad, what would you like to do first of the things you mentioned?”
Option 1️⃣: speaketh with eyewitnesses
Option 2️⃣: gather intelligence from thy chief
Option 3️⃣: searcheth for any physical evidence
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