Dragon's Storm
(c)1995 Kienenberger

This is a choose your own path type of adventure that I started to write
for and IRC robot that others on a chat board would have been able to
interact with. Its the start of a dark adventure where you play the part
of a dragon. The adventure is unfinished.


story
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Dragon's Storm (DS) By EPhantom (c)1995 Kienenberger To start at the
beginning type "calc DragonStorm"

DragonStorm
Dragon's Storm (DS) By EPhantom (c)1995 Kienenberger
It strikes your face, the wind, flowing against your scaly body. Below
trees move slowly past, as your wings massage the air. The breeze turns your 
nose as it begins to become stale. Then, at the edge of the horizon, you see
it with your sharp vision. A black line touching the land.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyToBlackLine Sneeze

ReturnHome
(DS) Stale air melts away into a fresh breeze, the scar on the horizon
dissipates. Great and powerful wings beet at your sides, carrying 
you homewards. Banking towards the crested valley  

Sneeze
(DS) The stale air bites your snout. With a might exhale and the rumbling
sound of five deep drums, air shoots from your lungs, through your long neck
and reverberates across the land. 
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyToBlackLine SneezeAgain

SneezeAgain
(DS) Reflexively another mighty sneeze is expelled in a searing spasm as flames
shoot through your nostrils burring your nose hairs. The force of your sneeze 
disrupts your fight and causes you to loose a bit of altitude.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyToBlackLine SneezeAgain

FlyToBlackLine
(DS) The air caries you towards the black line on the horizon. The
brackish smell of the air swirls around your nostrils, carrying the
stench of things long dead. Ahead the black line looms. You bank
about, circling to survey the area. Further inwards its color changes
from a rotting black to a a dried out color of brown.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyFurtherIn LandAtEdge CircleAroundCloser LandInside

CircleAroundCloser
(DS) The wind ripples your wing as you circle, swooping down closer.
No animals. Not a bird, nor their calls reach your ears. No insects fly
through the air, nothing but grasses and vegetation. You circle out further,
your eyes behold nothing within five miles of the dark line that can walk or move.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyFurtherIn LandAtEdge CircleMore LandInside

CircleMore
(DS) You Fly about the edge of the dark decay for hours, your wings slowly tire.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyFurtherIn LandAtEdge CircleMore LandInside

FlyFurtherIn
(DS)  Gliding over the black line, you can smell its decay. The blackness blends
slowly towards a light shade of brown. Under your wings passes patches of of wind
blown sand, dead tree stumps and textured earth. Through the the far horizon
flickers more of the same, save for some lakes.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyTowardsLakes LandAtEdge LandInside

FlyTowardsLakes
(DS) The lakes are dead. After the third lake, and forth low pass over each,
no insects glide low in the air, no plants or algae grow on or in the waters,
fish do not ripple their surface. They are as dead as the land. So seems
everything, even to the barely visible mountains showing through the horizon's haze.
Its a dreary and uncommon sight That chills you to your bones. Your body aches
from the devastation of it.
CMDS: FlyBackTowardsLine FlyToMountains

FlyBackTowardsLine
(DS) Turning you flap your way back over the desolate land, stale air striking
your face. Wings feel heavy and tired by the time you cross the blackened dreary
land.
CMDS: ReturnHome LandAtEdge CircleMore LandInside


FlyToMountains
(DS) The ground passes as the hours do, slowly. No life stirs within this
desolate land. Your muscles become unusually tired even while resting on
thermals. The pastern of the land remain the same, save for its contours
of valleys, hills and planes. The mountains are yet far off.
CMDS: FlyBack FlyOnward LandAndRest

LandAndRest
(DS) Muscles sore, you wing to the earth, settling the bulk of your body
down upon crunching leaves. You sprawl your aching wings resting them on the
ground, as wave of exhaustion overcomes you, your mind blanks and you fall
into dream. A breeze comes up, then a wind, than a gale, your body is
buffeted as it is pulled along. Suddenly all about you is a storm of
fire.

FlyOnward
(DS) The landscape slowly becomes a blur as you force your way onward. 
Your mind tires with your wings, as it wonders heavily off into dreams.
Wind rushes by as you fall into a storm of fire.


FlyBack
(DS) You bank, gliding back towards the black line. Hours role by and each
stroke and lifting of your wing is a sheer act of will. The landscape is
a true blur before your eyes. Your mind longs to rest. A blur of black
passes somewhere before your lids, then green. Descending blindly, you
glide, but wings just hang limply at your sides as they give out. Everything
turns black. Light fills your eyes as you regain consciousness. Wings are stiff,
bused with pain as you roll off of them. Everything hurts to move but nothing
seems broken. The blackened forest looms three miles behind you.
CMDS: ReturnHome

LandInside
(DS) Gliding lower, your wings push against the stale air. You pass over the
area of decay. The smell of rot permeates the air. Your hind claws touch 
down in a flat area just beyond the slippery line of decay. 
CMDS: TakeOff WalkOverToRot WalkFurtherIn

WalkFurtherIn
(DS) Dried dead plants crunch under paw. The land is desolate of life. The air
sits stale. Blackness does not prevail here, only a dead dry sandy brown and
tan. 
CMDS: TakeOff WalkOverToRot TravelFurtherIn

TravelFurtherIn
(DS) You walk for hours on four paws, sometimes on two. The sun beets hot on
your scaled hide. Your body tires. The scenery has changed little, bigger rocks,
more sand. A few small lakes with flat water. Nothing swimming or growing within.
CMDS: TakeOff TravelOnward Rest

TakeOff
(DS) Against gravity your wings beet defying its pull. The ground falls slowly
away, beneath your tail. Welcoming wind flows over your body as you climb
steadily higher. Banking right your wings find a warm thermal. Circling, it
lifts you high into the air.
CMDS: ReturnHome FlyFurtherIn LandAtEdge CircleAroundCloser LandInside


Rest
(DS) Muscles sore, you settle the bulk of your body on the crunching leaves,
dried branches and earth. You unfold your wings for shade, and to cool your
body. A wave of exhaustion overcomes you, your mind blanks as you fall into a
dream. A breeze comes up, then a wind, than a gale, your body is buffeted
as it pulls you along. Suddenly all about you is a storm of fire. 

TravelOnward
(DS) Hours pass, more rocks, fewer rocks. Fewer lakes, more sand, more aches.
Your body demands rest. Your mind become inattentive.
CMDS: ForceBodyOnward Rest

ForceBodyOnward
(DS) after about a mile more, your claws dragging against the sand, Your long body
collapses into the ground. You see nothing. Then a storm of fire.


WalkOverToRot
(DS) With each step you place your paws carefully. Due to the heavy rotting
of every plant about you sometimes have to dig in to the ground with your
claws too keep from slipping. Its an odd thing to see the land so badly out
of balance. Forest blankets the land, but here every tree, bush and plan
is dying.
CMDS: TakeOff ExaminePlantsCloser WalkToRotEdge WalkFurtherIn

ExaminePlantsCloser
(DS) With your claws you try to snap off a branch. It doesn't break cleanly.
Twisting it around sharply separates it from the tree. Your eye peers closely,
studying the blackened leaves. Its a very odd thing to find no fungus
growing on such a decaying plant. 
CMDS: TakeOff WalkToRotEdge WalkFurtherIn

WalkToRotEdge
(DS) Its an odd thing to see. From high in the air the line of death looked
do distinct, but here living healthy plants slowly blend into plants with
blackened leaves and slumping bases. Its a sickening sight. It looks as if the
wilting plants have received too much water and at the same time not enough. 
CMDS: TakeOff WalkOverToRot

LandAtEdge
(DS) The smell of rot becomes more prevalent as you glide closer to the
black line's edge. With strong powerful strokes, wings back beet and your
large scaled body touches earth. The plants under your legs look healthy
but this can not be said for those a few yards off.
CMDS: TakeOff WalkToRotEdge

land
(DS) A vast world with many creatures, some intelligent some not. Forests
lakes and rivers cover the land in which all live. 

line
(DS) The carr foke call it the creeping death. Its hard to imagine such
creatures having come up with such an appropriate name. 

carr
(DS) A group of low intelligent creatures with six legs and brown hides.
they live in the trees and are hardly worth mentioning.

creeping death
(DS) As good of name as any to describe what your tribe call the cancrayzar.
Its like a slow disease that has been moving across the land for ages.
anything that goes with in it will slowly die. The cancrayzar is not
all black only a small line at its edge that touches the dying withering
forest.

Hellstar
(DS) Swelling fire, That's what it was like. A mass of yellow flames in
a tight enfolding ball. A fire light that could touch the very soul.
Hell's Star, A gem and a treasure to behold.

And that was the legend that was told to hatchlings. A story to pass
the windless nights when no sleep came. No dragon really believed such
a hatchlings tail.  

When hell's star is seen with a knights eye,
reversed opposites shall continually fight.
clashing forces with each other while they perpetually unite.
Death of one is the death of all, in darkness and in light.
Quick or slow its fiery storm will cause all life to die.
Quick or slow its fiery storm wills life to die.