Tilvist

**Valley** The clouds roll wistfully by overhead, cotton against the bright blue backdrop of the sky. Looking up, it's easy to forget the world around you: the soft, crisp grass beneath; the gentle breeze grazing your body and carrying within it the scent of fresh bread from your home; and the chirps and whines of the wildlife in the distant forest. The hill you lie upon slopes gently downward from your feet, descending a dozen meters southeast, down to the path at the start of the valley; above you it continues onwards, ever upwards, and eventually blends with the looming mountains above you. Just opposite you by a couple of kilometers lays another ridge of mountains, as though the two ranges were teeth and the valley a wide, open maw. For reasons unknown beyond your own compelling, you suddenly sit up, *startled*, your dream falling away like leaves from a tree. You feel a little light-headed, the world swaying around you as you try to recollect yourself. Something is wrong, but you don't know what. Unsteadily, but surely, you rise to your feet and examine the land around you. The noon sun beats down upon your face as you look [[southeast]], towards the town of Caville. To your right is a bench, and next to one of its legs, a [[sketchbook]]. To your left, the rise slopes gently downwards towards the [[cliff]] a couple dozen meters away; to the right of the cliff a ways is the [[waterfall]]. Behind you, just next to where you laid but a moment ago, is your [[satchell]], and beyond that, the front door of your [[home->Home0]].

**Southeast** You head southeast, careful not to descend too quickly down the sloping hill. A couple minutes lapse and you pass by your neighbor's house. You stop to wonder if you should [[check in on them->Neighbor's House]], or if you should just [[keep going->North of Town2]]. Of course, you could also [[turn back around->In Front of Home2]].

**Valley** You stoop down to pick up your favorite sketchbook. It's been with you for almost a decade now, and it shows; the cover is beaten and the pages are a little worn, some ripped, but it still holds up exceptionally well. You flip through it for a couple of pages, reminiscing about your old and new drawings; of particular note is a sketch you made of an ornate key. It looks like it's made of bone, or ivory, wrapped in soft grass or vines. Where did you leave that thing? You contemplate for a few seconds, and then shrug, before snapping it shut. A few feet away you notice your satchell laying on the soft grass. "My satchell," you mutter, picking it up. You slip it over your shoulder effortlessly, almost a little surprised at how light it is. Then again, there's no need to put much into it when the front door to your home is a mere ten feet away. Slipping your sketchbook into it, you relax a little and sigh. "*Väisti luodin*," you mutter as you buckle your bag up. "Bullet dodged. Mom would've killed me if I left my things lying around." You [[turn back around->In Front of Home2]] and survey the land once more.

**Valley - Cliff** You trudge down to the edge of the land, the cliff looking as though a giant took a massive bite out of the continent. Far below the waves slam against the rocky shore, a dun crash that quickly fades into background noise. Do you [[jump]]? Or [[go back->In Front of Home2]]?

**Valley - Waterfall** The waterfall roars over the edge of the cliff as you approach, a fine mist spraying you from the force of the water. It's beauty is raw, its power apparent in the rushing water into which you are reflected, into which you lost your younger brother. Looking up and further northwest, the wide expanse of the Silver Sea lies before you, almost calm, with only its namesake shining upon the crests of waves as they crash against the rocky shore. This place would be beautiful if it weren't so cursed. Do you [[jump]]? Or [[go back->In Front of Home2]]?

**Valley** "My satchell," you mutter, picking it up. You slip it over your shoulder effortlessly, almost a little surprised at how light it is. Then again, there's no need to put much into it when the front door to your home is a mere ten feet away. While you're at it, you stoop down to pick up your favorite sketchbook. It's been with you for almost a decade now, and it shows; the cover is beaten and the pages are a little worn, some ripped, but it still holds up exceptionally well. You flip through it for a couple of pages, reminiscing about your old and new drawings; of particular note is a sketch you made of an ornate key. It looks like it's made of bone, or ivory, wrapped in soft grass or vines. Where did you leave that thing? You contemplate for a few seconds, and then shrug, before snapping it shut and slipping it into your satchell. "*Väisti luodin*," you mutter as you buckle your bag up. "Bullet dodged. Mom would've killed me if I left my things lying around." You [[turn back around->In Front of Home2]] to survey the lawn.

**Home** The front doors of your home welcome you as you step up to them. The mat lying before them is worn down in the middle from years and years of feet stamping upon and passing over it. Flanking the doors on each side are thin, ornately-carved columns of granite, helping to support the weight of the large stone roof. The house is modestly built, mostly one level with your bedroom protruding above on a floor all its own. You grip the bronze handles of the heavy wooden doors and pull outward, stepping through into the comfort of your home. To your right is the [[kitchen]], out of which wafts the scent of freshly-baked bread. To the left is the [[commune space]], where usually guests are invited in and dinner is held. Before you is the [[stairs]], and just behind them, the door to your [[mother's bedroom]]. Where do you decide to go?

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** You approach your neighbor's door and knock on the gnarled, almost rotten wooden door. No response. You frown, as it's not like him to not be home - ever since he lost his wife, Mr. Bhaintrir spends almost all his time at home. He has whatever items he needs delivered in from Caville. After a couple more fruitless minutes knocking, you [[turn back around->Southeast2]].

Overcome by some interminable grief, you jump. Your body hovers for a second, like a feather in the air, before plunging down like a rock to the jagged teeth below. Impaled upon the rocks, your sac-like body is ripped to shreds, eviscerated into the truculent waves below. No one can hear your screams of wretched grief above the sick laughing of the waterfall. [[**Game Over**->In Front of Home]].

**Valley** The clouds roll wistfully by overhead, the grass soft and crisp beneath you, the gentle breeze caressing your body, and the chirps and whines of the wildlife in the distant forest. The hill upon which you stand slopes gently downward from your feet, descending a dozen meters southeast, down to the path at the start of the valley; behind you it continues onwards, ever upwards, and eventually blends with the looming mountains above you. Just opposite you by a couple of kilometers lays another ridge of mountains, as though the two ranges were teeth and the valley a wide, open maw. The noon sun beats down upon your face as you look [[southeast]], towards the town of Caville. To your left, the rise slopes gently downwards towards the [[cliff]] a couple dozen meters away; to the right of the cliff a ways is the [[waterfall]]. Behind you is the front door of your [[home->Home]].

**Home - Kitchen** You step into the kitchen, the marble floor surprisingly warm beneath your feet. It's a small kitchen, but one well-used, with spiceracks fit to bursting hanging from the walls alongside the cabinets, and the dingy fridge taking up a corner of the room. As you step over the threshold, your mother pulls a tray of freshly-baked bread out of the oven and sets it on the counter next to the other loaves. She wipes her paws off on her apron and turns to look at you. She smiles, and her eyes glisten. "Hallos, dear. Just in time to help me prepare the last batch. I've promised to take Mr. Bhaintrir and some of our other neighbors some bread, but unfortunately our oven just t'aint big enough," she says with a sigh. "Will you help me?" [["Of course, ma."]] [["I don't know..."]]

**Home - Commune** You walk into the open area, the soft rug below tickling the pads of your feet as it always does. It smells faintly of the incense your mother always leaves burning above the fireplace, atop which is [[some objects->HMantle]] and a picture of your family as it once was. Across from you is the southern window, upon whose sill you would always sit and draw in the afternoon sun. And before you is the table, around which many family dinners are held. **Were** held. Shoulders slumped, you take a breath and straighten up. [[Behind you->Home]] , the scent of bread wafts invitingly from the kitchen.

**Home - Bedroom** You head up the stairs towards your bedroom, each step creaking and groaning in just the right places. The landing before your room door is scuffed, chipped away in some places from numerous times spent riding boards and baskets down the stairs, much to your mother's dismay. You seem to make it a habit of not listening to her, even when you don't mean to. You step forward into your room, revelling in its familiar scents and warmth. Your bed is a mess, as always, but unmistakably yours, pushed up against the western wall beneath the window. Behind you on this level is the door leading out to the [[balcony]], from which you can see most of the countryside. Pages of sketches and paintings line the walls of your room, a paper trail leading to your [[desk]] against a window of the northern wall. And in the corner lies your makeshift [[closet]], a hopeful boudoir where you keep all the rags you call clothes. The scent of freshly-baked bread wafts invitingly from the kitchen [[downstairs->Home]].

**Home** You approach your mother's door with heavy footsteps. Your knocks echo off the door hollowly, your knuckles sore. With no response, you attempt to push against the handle - the door won't budge. "Hrm," you grunt. "Where could ma be?" You [[turn around->Home]] to search the rest of the house.

**Home** You begin to trudge up to the front doors of your home, but stop. "I don't think it's time, just yet," you mutter aloud. "Should probably clean up first...mom would kill me if I left our lawn looking such a *prácás*." You [[turn around->In Front of Home4]] to survey the lawn before you.

**Valley** The clouds roll wistfully by overhead, the grass soft and crisp beneath you, the gentle breeze caressing your body, and the chirps and whines of the wildlife in the distant forest. The hill upon which you stand slopes gently downward from your feet, descending a dozen meters southeast, down to the path at the start of the valley; behind you it continues onwards, ever upwards, and eventually blends with the looming mountains above you. Just opposite you by a couple of kilometers lays another ridge of mountains, as though the two ranges were teeth and the valley a wide, open maw. The noon sun beats down upon your face as you look [[southeast]], towards the town of Caville. To your right is a bench, and next to one of its legs, a [[sketchbook]]. To your left, the rise slopes gently downwards towards the [[cliff]] a couple dozen meters away; to the right of the cliff a ways is the [[waterfall]]. Behind you, just next to where you laid but a moment ago, is your [[satchell]].

**North of Caville** "I probably shouldn't go on too further," you muse. "Can't leave the lawn a mess, much less leave without telling mom. She always seems to notice everything.." With a sigh, you [[turn around->southeast3]].

**Southeast** Heading northwest, back towards your home, you pass again by your neighbor's house. Want to [[check in on them->Neighbor's House]]? Or [[keep going->In Front of Home2]]?

**Home - Commune** A fire burns low in the fireplace, but that's not why you're here. You shuffle towards the mantle. You notice the ashes piled up in the fireplace, alongside the charred remains of blackened firewood. Your eyes drift upward. You sigh, almost out of annoyance, and lean forward against the mantle. Before you sits a picture of yourself, your mother, and your younger brother, with smiles painted upon each face. Maybe it was taken at midday? Sometime in the summer months. It's a happy scene. It *also* has an interesting frame. Your mother made it herself, the master craftswoman she is. At either side are small handprints in dried wax. The larger one belongs to you, and the smaller to your brother. You remember when these were made - to celebrate a new year of growth and prosperity, of happiness and wealth. You cannot even begin to recall how many times your mother demanded you leave them be. Wouldn't want them accidentally caught in the fire, after all. Next to the smaller handprint lies a small flute. It was your brother's. You were never so musically inclined. You try and think of something else, anything else. "*Focáil seo*," you mutter and turn around. You try to feel underwhelmed. You fail. [[Return->commune space]].

**Home - Bedroom Balcony** The breeze is brisk as you open the door to the balcony. The valley and the far-off mountains lie spread out before you, a gentle slope leading towards the interior of the valley. Therein lies Caville, the largest city in the area, though not the largest in this province. The river winds its way down from the mountains around you to the waterfall, and from there down to the city. Drawings in chalk litter the stone balcony, scenes of battling beasts and simple line games. Long-gone memories of brotherhood and mirth. You take in the clean air and gentle breeze with a deep breath, and then head back [[inside->stairs2]]

**Home - Bedroom** You approach your desk. The top of it is covered in sheets upon sheets of paper, mostly drawings and paintings and sketches of fantastical creatures and faraway landscapes. You run a finger gently over it, being careful not to disturb too many of them. You feel out the nicks and notches in the wood you've made over the years. Nothing of importance sits upon your desk right now, but it has served you well over the years. [[Return->stairs2]]

**Home - Bedroom** You approach your closet and take a peek around the screen door that separates it from your room. Worn clothes lay tossed around on the floor, providing a soft layer upon which to walk. You are currently wearing a pair of slim-fitting jeans and a t-shirt, your feet left bare. A collar your brother made for you rings your throat loosely, "should you ever get lost" as your mother likes to tease. You entertain the idea of slipping into shorts, but it still being early Spring, the weather can be a bit nippy outside. Upon second thought, maybe you should [[take a jacket]] with you? Or [[leave the closet->stairs2]] altogether.

You slip the jacket into your satchell, in case it gets too chilly outside. That being done, you [[turn back around->stairs2]] and study the room.

**Home - Bedroom** You stand in your room, revelling in its familiar scents and warmth. Your bed is a mess, as always, but unmistakably yours, pushed up against the western wall beneath the window. Behind you on this level is the door leading out to the [[balcony]], from which you can see most of the countryside. Pages of sketches and paintings line the walls of your room, a paper trail leading to your [[desk]] against a window of the northern wall. And in the corner lies your makeshift [[closet]], a hopeful boudoir where you keep all the rags you call clothes. The scent of freshly-baked bread wafts invitingly from the kitchen [[downstairs->Home]].

**Home - Kitchen** "Of course, ma," you respond. You walk over to the counter beside her as she waves you on. "I've already got the yeast dissolved in warm water, and will add the sugar, salt, oil, and flour. I just need ye to knead it for me for about 10 minutes." With the kneading done, and the dough punched down, you hand all four breads-to-be back to your mother, so she can put it in the oven. "Thanks," she says, standing up and wiping her brow. "T'wasn't overly intense work, but it's always nice spending time with each other." [[Next->Kitchen2]]

**Home - Kitchen** "I don't know..." you begin to mutter, and your mother immediately frowns. "Oh, *lapsi*, it t'aint all that difficult. But if that's what you decide..." [["Eh, it won't take more than ten minutes or so anyway."]] [["I'll help you next time, mom. I promise..."]]

**Home - Kitchen** "Eh, it won't take more than ten minutes or so anyway," you respond. You walk over to the counter beside her as she waves you on. "I've already got the yeast dissolved in warm water," she explains, "and will add the sugar, salt, oil, and flour. I just need ye to knead it for me for about 10 minutes." With the kneading done, and the dough punched down, you hand all four breads-to-be back to your mother, so she can put it in the oven. "Thanks," she says, standing up and wiping her brow. "T'wasn't overly intense work, but it's always nice spending time with each other." [[Next->Kitchen2]]

**Home - Kitchen** "I'll help you next time, ma. I promise..." you mewl out. With a sigh, she just nods her head. "Of course." She looks sad as she finishes preparing the last batch of bread to be baked, while you stand there, a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. She finishes putting the bread in the oven and turns to you, wiping sweat off her brow. [[Next->Kitchen2]]

**Home - Kitchen** "So," your mother begins. "Something on yer mind, m'love?" [["I want to go exploring. Just wanted you to know where I'm goin'."]] [["I felt somethin' strange when lyin' out on the grass, ma. Something tells me I should check it out."]] [["Nothing, ma. Was just wanting to say hallo and perhaps wander a bit."]]

**Home - Kitchen** "I want to go exploring. Just wanted you to know where I'm goin', is all," you admit. "Exploring?" Your mother shakes her head with a sigh. "That seems to be all you ever do...will you ever make up your mind? Figure out what you're to do with your life?" [["Don't worry, ma. I will. I just really want to check something out.]] [["Ma, I will. Stop worrying, alright?"]] [["Ugh, must you always bring that up?"]]

**Home - Kitchen** "I felt somethin' strange when lyin' out on the grass, ma. Something tells me I should check it out." "Something strange?" she asks, her head cocked to one side. "Like what?" "It's...hard to explain," you stammer out. "Like the energy in the area, of everything nearby just...shifted somehow. I just wanted to give it a look see. Maybe it's nothing, but if it's something, we oughta know about it, aye?" Your mother frowns at you slightly, holding your shoulders firmly. She sighs and shakes her head before drawing you into a hug. "Just be careful, *lapsi*. You may go this time, but one of these days, ye must decide what it is you're to do with your life. Bills are gettin' harder to pay on my own, y'know." [["I will, ma. Promise. I'll be back later.]] [["I will. Where do you think I should look first?]]

**Home - Kitchen** "Nothing, ma. Was just wanting to say hallo and perhaps wander a bit." "Oh," your mother says, looking a little dejected. "Well alright, m'sweet. You know where to find me if you ever want to talk some more. We should sit down and just spend some time together one of these days." "We should," you say with a smile. Your mother smiles in return. "Come back safely by dinner," your mother calls out as you turn around to leave. You smirk a little awkwardly before responding. [["D-Don't I always?"]]

**Valley - Southeast** The grass waves gently in the breeze. To your right, down [[southeast->North of Town2]], lies the town of Caville. To your left, back up the slope, lies your [[home->In Front of Home2]].

**Home - Kitchen** "Don't worry, ma. I will. I just *really* want to check something out..." "Check what out?" she asks. [["Well, I felt something strange..."->"I felt somethin' strange when lyin' out on the grass, ma. Something tells me I should check it out."]]

**Home - Kitchen** "Ma, I will. Stop worrying, alright?" She sighs heavily and runs a paw over her face, suddenly looking far more tired and worn down than she had just a minute ago. "You say this time and again, *lapsi*, but it's hard to trust you when you give me little reason to." You can't help but feel dejected, your ears flattening, your eyes furrowing into a frown. Your mother notices, and shakes her head again, sighing. She waves you away with a paw as she turns around - out of shame or guilt, you cannot help but think. "Just be careful, in whatever it is you do," she says, taking a seat at against the window, looking wistfully out into the countryside. "I could not afford to lose you, too." [[Say something.]] [[Leave the room.]]

**Home - Kitchen** "Ugh," you groan, "must you always bring that up?" "I wouldn't have to if you'd just listen to me for once!" your mother barks. "I'd be less worried if ye at all seemed interested in your future, but ever since the waterfall..." [["I don't need to hear this. I'll be back later, ma."]] [["Don't speak of that, ma. Please."]] [["Okay, okay, I get it. Don't worry. I'll be back this evening, mom."]]

**Home - Kitchen** "I will, ma. Promise. I'll be back later, okay?" She nods and kisses your forehead before taking up a seat next to the window. "I'll be here, waiting." With a smile, you nod back and [[head out the door->Home1]].

**Home - Kitchen** "I will. Where do you think I should look first?" Your mother ponders a bit, thumb to chin, her face a mask of consternation. "Havin' not felt this feelin' so strange that you say, I haven't a clue. Perhaps Mr. Bhaintrir felt it? Or would know more about where to search. You know how he is with such things." With a shrug, you nod and [[head towards the door->Home1]], eager to be on your way.

**Home - Kitchen** "D-Don't I always?" "Hah!" your mother scoffs. "Don't give me that. Getting into trouble is like breathin' for ya. You're too curious for your own good." You shrug sheeplessly, an ill-contained simper upon your face. You [[exit->Home1]] through the kitchen door and step out into the noon sun.

**Home** The noon sun beats down upon your face as you step out into it. You take a moment to stretch and then sigh. It's such a bright, beautiful day. It makes you happy, just a little. To the north, over the ocean, dark clouds begin to roll in. A storm must be on the way, you note. In the same direction, just beneath the tumuluous sky, lies the [[cliff->cliff2]], over which lies the [[waterfall->waterfall2]]. The trail from your home heads [[southeast->southeast1]], towards the city of Caville.

**Home - Kitchen** "I don't need to hear this. I'll be back later, ma." With haste, you turn on your heel and pad towards the door, your eyes swollen levees. Before your mother even gets a chance to reply, you have slammed the front door and [[left->Home2]] the comfort of your home.

**Home - Kitchen** "Don't speak of that. *Please*," you beg. Your mother is already lost in memory, sitting at the window and staring blankly out into the countryside. You sigh as you turn around to [[leave->Home2]]. You can only hope your mother doesn't burn her bread.

**Home - Kitchen** "Okay, okay, I get it. Don't worry. I'll be back this evening, ma." Somehow she doesn't seem reassured as she sits at the window seat, her usual spot to reminisce. You sigh and turn around to [[leave->Home1]] the building.

**Home - Kitchen** You open your mouth to say something, anything. You want to tell your mother that she won't have to worry, that you'll be fine, that you'll *live*. You want to tell her she's done a good job, that you'll find your way. You don't want her to feel defeated, or to feel like she's failed. Naught escapes your throat but a pathetic whimper. Your mother turns to look at you, eyes wet, her face a painting of obvious grief. You close your eyes and sigh, [[turning around->Leave the room.]]. "*Focáil seo*, you mutter."

**Home** Feeling dejected, confused, and depressed, you turn to leave the room. The door creaks mournfully as you [[exit->Home2]] through the front, leaving the comfort of your home.

**Home** The noon sun beats down upon your face as you step out into it. You take a moment to stretch and then sigh. No matter how bright, the day cannot so easily lift your spirits. To the north, over the ocean, dark clouds begin to roll in. A storm must be on the way, you note. In the same direction, just beneath the tumuluous sky, lies the [[cliff->cliff1]], over which lies the [[waterfall->waterfall1]]. The trail from your home heads [[southeast->southeast1]], towards the city of Caville.

**Valley - Southeast** You begin trudging down the hill towards the beaten path that winds down to the plains. A strange path has been made in the gravel, as though someone dragged something large down the path. It continues down a ways, following the path towards the valley. Off to the right is your neighbor's house. Perhaps he'll know something? [[Stop to examine the marks]]. [[Visit your neihbor's house->Mr. Bhaintrir's House1]]. [[Ignore the tracks and keep heading towards Caville->Northern Plains1]].

**Valley - Southeast** You stoop to examine the tracks, following it with your eyes as far down the path as you can. You begin to sniff the air as an odd scent hits your nose. Frowning, you stand up and begin following the tracks. Minutes pass as you trudge down the path along the tracks, eventually having to veer right into the Western Forest. You stop momentarily, unsure if to proceed or not. "Ma always said to avoid the deep woods," you muse. "But I don't think the tracks continue all that far..." [["Well, venturing further a little won't hurt."]] [["I should turn back. Maybe Mr. Bhaintrir knows something 'bout this. Or someone from the city."->southeast4]]

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** You approach Mr. Bhaintrir's house, or what's left of it. It might as well be a glorified shack at this point, though traces of its old grandeur still shine through here and there. You approach the massive, gnarled wooden doors and knock on them a couple times. The door opens slowly, groaning wearily upon its hinges. Mr. Bhaintrir steps onto the threshhold, stooped somewhat from age, but still as affable as ever. He wears little but a robe, with a simple pouch at the belt 'round his waist, his feet bare, like yours. Glasses drooping down his grey muzzle, he squints a bit at you, before smiling in greeting. "Ah! Hallos there, pup. Who might you be?" [["You already know who I am, Mr. Bhaintrir."]] [["You mean you don't recognize me?"]] [["Maybe I should come back at a later time..."]]

**Northern Plains** You continue on your solitary way down to the plains, sticking faithfully to the path. You march on for a little over half an hour, though the time does not bother you. The river, at times, is full of valiant sailors fighting off repulsive sea monsters. And to the east, where the entrance to the Whispering Cave is just visible, lies a dragon's nest. The city before you is really a giant's play set, the ground you walk upon its table. Time does not bother you so long as your imagination is free to run wild. Before long, you begin drawing nearer and nearer to the city. Other citizens and travellers begin to join you on the road to the city, some staring brazenly at your odd form, others choosing to ignore you completely. The traffic into the city isn't crushing, but slow enough, so that it is another ten minutes before you begin to even see the Northern Gate. Eyes on your destination, you ponder momentarily which way to go. Should you head through the [[Northern Gate->NorthGate1]]? Or veer right and try to enter through the [[Western Gate->WestGate1]]?

**Foothills - Western Forest** "Mrf, well venturing further a little won't hurt," you say with a shrug. You begin padding into the woods, the trees still sparse. The scent suddenly grows far stronger, much more pungent before. With a shock you realize it's the scent of blood, and not long after that, you begin to see smears along the tree trunks in front of you, small puddles here and there, following the tracks deeper into the wood. You stand there, paralyzed a little, unsure what to do. "P-Perhaps ma was right...maybe I should [[turn back]]?" "It's just a little further along...I'll [[take a quick peek]] and be on my way. Perhaps someone needs my help."

**Valley - Southeast** You make your way back to the main road, following the tracks back up to where you started. Behind you lies [[Caville->Northern Plains1]], and before you lies the [[home of your neighbor->Mr. Bhaintrir's House1]], Mr. Bhaintrir. Where do you decide to go?

**Foothills - Western Forest** Having had more than enough of this little adventure, you decide to turn back, hastily returning to the path, where it's relatively safe. Panting, you look around, the sun still bright overhead. [[Go back up the path?->southeast4]] or [[Go down to the city?->Northern Plains1]]

**Western Forest** You take a deep breath and decide to proceed. *Just a quick peek*, you keep reminding yourself. *A quick peek and I'll be on my way*. The stench of blood grows stronger the further you ascend into the forest, your fur on edge, all senses alert. Your eyes are constantly darting back and forth, your ears perked tall, listening for any and all threats. You travel as quietly as you can through the hushed forest. A short trip later, you happen upon a body. Flies and gnats swarm about the carcass, though it is still whole - only recently killed and deposited unto this spot. Covering your mouth and nose, you slowly tip-toe your way closer to the body, kneeling down to take a look at it. "B-By the gods..." you whisper, astonished. [[Examine the body.]] [[Leave->turn back]].

**Western Forest** You kneel closer, against your common sense, to examine the body closer. Golden horns immediately glisten in the noonday sun, sprouting from a head at least the size of your torso. The creature is obviously massive, and quadrupedal. Its maw lies open, where its perfect teeth shine brightly in the light, its tongue being devoured by all sorts of pests. Its fur is white, like your own, but a golden white - reflecting the light of the sun back into the air and onto all around it. Its paws are massive, each easily the size of your head. It lies on its side, still graceful in death, though its evisceration into the foliage beneath it mars its beauty a bit. *His* beauty, you suddenly realize, a cold chill travelling down your spine. "Sven and Vorsa, protect me," you mutter, beginning to shake. "Velen, dead? Who could have brought the god of the forest to his end?" You then notice bloody footprints lead further into the forest. You are overtaken with sadness and anger, both feelings conflicting within you. [[Try to figure out how Velen was killed.]] [[Follow the footprints deeper into the wood.]] [[Turn around and head back to the path.]]

**Western Forest** You lean forward, though not too far, to try and get a better look at the beast's body. Bruises cover its upper body, with multiple puncture wounds oozing silver blood. The large gash in its gut is clean - too clean for most weapons. "T-They say gods can only be killed by steel forged with Elder Blood," you whisper to yourself. "For someone to possess such..." You suddenly hear the snap of a twig - far too close for comfort. Panic overtakes you, your adrenaline pumping and your ears ringing. [[Hide!]] [[Run!]]

**Western Forest** Overcome by curiosity, you begin to follow the footprints. The blood of the prints is mostly dry, but the scent is still strong enough to follow. You keep low to the ground, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Whatever it is that killed the god is surely a powerful being, one not to be trifled with lightly. But you just *have* to know who it was; who could commit such a heinous, if not impressive, crime. Curiosity can only take you so far, however. You hear naught but a whisper before you find the end of a steel blade protruding from your chest, your blood soaking your shirt front and dripping to the forest floor below. You crumple like a wad of paper, the life suddenly departing you. The last thing you see as blackness overtakes your vision are the silver boots of the Hunter and his dagger glinting in the sun. [[Game Over->Game Over1]]

**Foothills - Western Forest** Your fear - or is it your common sense? - overtake you, and you hastily stand up and trudge back towards the edge of the forest and the road. Behind you, a ways off, you can hear the distinct pattern of a faint whistle, accompanied almost by barking full of alacrity. Should you [[head back to the path->southeast4]]? Or [[continue on->Northern Plains1]] to the city?

**Western Forest** You hastily duck behind the nearest tree, crouching down as low as you can possibly go. You calm your breathing, closing your eyes to relax. You then open them, realizing that keeping them closed with a killer near is a *bad idea*. Fallen leaves and sticks and foliage cry out as heavy footfalls lumber toward the beast behind you, the tell-tale groan of steel against steel whispering into the silence. "Have you come for my kill?" you hear the creature say, for though you cannot see it, it most certainly doesn't sound human, or anything like it. "Whomever it is you are, whatever it is you be. I know you are nearby." [[Stay where you are.]] [[Run.]]

**Western Forest** You don't wait. You immediately bolt back the way you came, flying through the trees and bushes like a knife cutting the air. Each breath is painful in your chest as you run for your life, the forest rushing by you in a blur. Before you, coming up quickly, lies a large copse of tries. It doesn't look easy to go through them. [[Veer right!]] [[Jump into them and hide.]] [[Veer left!]]

**Game Over** You've lost the game! [[Start Over->In Front of Home]] [[Start from checkpoint->southeast1]] [[Main Menu->Game Start]]

**Western Forest** You veer right around the bushes and trees, racing, racing, racing. The path to Caville looms before you as the trees thin further and further. Panting, you make it to the path, your feet carrying you forward. You continue running rightward - to the south - to [[tell the town of Caville]] about what you discovered.

**Western Forest** You don't hesitate to jump into the bushes, panting haggardly. Twigs break and leaves rustle as your panicked form barrels through them, coming to a stop not long after. You immediately begin trying to calm your breath, hugging yourself tight as you wait in silence. Heavy footsteps soon arrive after you, the leaves and foliage crying out each time the mysterious figure lumbers forward. You hear it sniff the air, and the tell-tale groan of steel grinding against steel whispers eerily into the silence. "Tsk tsk tsk," you hear it tut. "You'd have lived longer, pup, if you'd have kept running. But you'd have been mine, eventually. As would everything in existence." You barely have time to open your maw to scream before the blood-red steel of its blade cuts through you, gliding cleanly through your chest and severing you from this life. [[Game Over.->Game Over1]]

**Western Forest** You veer left around the bushes and trees, racing, racing, racing. The path to Caville looms before you as the trees thin further and further. Panting, you make it to the path, your feet carrying you forward. You continue on running leftward - to the north - to [[warn Mr. Bhaintrir]] about the danger in the wood.

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**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "You already know who I am, Mr. Bhaintrir," you reply. "Ah, ah, right you are. Always the clever pup you were," he chuckles out. "And right pretty, too. Only one in a thousand can be so lucky as you. My late Sennestria was such a one...ah, such white fur you have. I hope you keep yourself clean." You frown a bit, and simper, not sure what he's getting at, nor why he's speaking of this in the first place. "Never mind all that, of course," he suddenly belches out. "What brings you to my abode? You don't often deign to grace me with your presence, *lapsi*." [["Err, nothing. Just saying hi, Mr. Bhaintrir."]] [["I don't suppose you know about that strange feeling?"]] [["Know anything about the strange tracks on the path?"]] [["Why is my fur so special?"]] [["What was Sennestria like?"]]

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "You mean you don't recognize me?" you ask, a little worried. "Bah! Of course I recognize ya, little pup. So gullible you are! Ye shouldn't keep to yourself all the time." You can't help but growl, though your cheeks heat up with a blush of embarrassment. "But of course, you respond..." "But enough of that!" Mr. Bhaintrir suddenly blurts out. "What brings you to my abode? Rare is it that you deign to grace me with a visit, *lapsi*." [["Err, nothing. Just saying hi, Mr. Bhaintrir."]] [["I don't suppose you know about that strange feeling?"]] [["Know anything about the strange tracks on the path?"]] [["Why is my fur so special?"]] [["What happened to your wife?"->"What was Sennestria like?"]]

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "Maybe I should come back at a later time..." you mutter. "Nonsense!" cries Mr. Bhaintrir. "You do not visit a widower only to leave him to wallow in his solitude. Come, there's to be something on your mind to warrant this visit. What plagues ye?" [["Err, nothing. Just saying hi, Mr. Bhaintrir."]] [["I don't suppose you know about that strange feeling?"]] [["Know anything about the strange tracks on the path?"]] [["Why is my fur so special?"]] [["Widower? What was your wife, like?"->"What was Sennestria like?"]]

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "Err, nothing. Just saying hi, Mr. Bhaintrir," you mutter. "You so sure about that?" [["Yes."]] [["Maybe..."]]

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**Caville - Northern Gate** You continue on the road towards the Northern Gate, minding your own business. Before long, however, you catch the attention of the city garrison, who begin to pull you out of line. They're not too rough, but none too pleasant, either, as they pull you from the trickling traffic into the town and onto the side of the road. Their white uniforms almost glisten in the midday sun, immaculate as they are, though the rifles strapped to their backs remind you of their purpose. "Oi, there, pup," one of them grunts out, frowning. "Just what is it you think you're doing?" [["I'm heading into Caville."->Rejected1]] [["Err, was just about to turn around, actually."->Rejected2]] [["What does it look like I'm doing?"->Rejected3]]

**Caville - Western Gate** You begin veering to the right, along the frontal road, to head to the Western Gate. It doesn't take long, however, for you to realize something's not right. Traffic has completely stopped on the bridge spanning the river that leads to the Western Gate. Looks like someone's cart tipped over, blocking access to the bridge. *What to do now?* you ask yourself. Should you try to enter through the [[Northern Gate->NorthGate2]]? Or head back [[up the northern road->southeast5]] towards home?

**Caville - Northern Gate** "I'm heading into Caville," you reply. "Not through this gate, you're not," the officer retorts. "Humans only, through this gate. You're free to use any other gate ye want, but not this one, pup." You frown, failing to stifle an almost petulant huff. "That's not very fair." The officer shrugs, shaking her head. "Sorry, but it's the law. Can't change it any more than I can." You sigh and nod, [[turning around->Northern Plains1B]].

**Caville - Northern Gate** "Err, I was just about to turn around, actually..." you stammer out. "Right ye are, pup," replies the officer. "Yer kind isn't allowed through this gate. Nonhumans are allowed through any of the other gates, just not this one, wolf." You frown. "That's not fair..." The officer shrugs, shaking her head. "Perhaps so, but it's the law. I can't change it anymore than you can." Tail between your legs, you [[turn back->Northern Plains1B]] and think of something else to do.

**Caville - Northern Gate** "What's it look like I'm doin'?" you bark out. "Looks to me like a pup's lettin' its bravado get to its head," retorts the officer, frowning. "You'd best watch your tone there, else you might find yourself behind silver bars. Now get to steppin', before I have a change of heart." "Yeah," pipes up one of the other officers behind her, loud enough for some of the other citizens to hear. "If I wanted to get testy with a mangey mutt, I'd have taken a stroll to the nearest market corner." You look down, letting your ears fall as he laughs at his own joke. You [[turn around->Northern Plains1B]] to think of what to do next.

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**Caville - Northern Gate** You turn back around and begin heading towards the Northern Gate, minding your own business. Before long, however, you catch the attention of the city garrison, who begin to pull you out of line. They're not too rough, but none too pleasant, either, as they pull you from the trickling traffic into the town and onto the side of the road. Their white uniforms almost glisten in the midday sun, immaculate as they are, though the rifles strapped to their backs remind you of their purpose. "Oi, there, pup," one of them grunts out, frowning. "Just what is it you think you're doing?" [["I'm heading into Caville."->Rejected1]] [["Err, was just about to turn around, actually."->Rejected2]] [["What does it look like I'm doing?"->Rejected3]]

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<center><h1><font=Century Gothic>Tilvist</font></h1> <h6><font=Century Gothic>by Darren Valenzuela</font></h6> [[Start Game->Dream1]] [[How to Play->HTP1]] [[About Game->About]]</center>

[[A key...->Dream2]]

**How to Play** Tilvist is a simple interactive fiction (IF) game. To progress through the story, you will be given various options (sometimes only one) that appear as [[links->HTP2]]. Clicking on those links will lead you to the next event, and so on and so forth. [[Next->HTP2]]

**About** Legends say that the day will come for Jägaren, The Hunter, to come again; some say to return the world to what it once was, the Bringer of the End. Others say to hunt those whose destiny is the destruction of all life. And others yet say it is to cleanse the valley of those impure, the halflings and werelings and nonhumans. People say lots of things, though. Life has always been fairly peaceful in Ghleann Dalen, your little valley to the north of the Cavillian Plains. People have begun to talk again lately, though. Whispers that the Hunt is on; that his Advent draws near. You've been having strange dreams lately, too; bloody visions of war, of the Old Kings, of a silver arrow whose tip glistens with blood... Is what the people say true? Has he really come again? You've always been too curious for your own good. [[Main Menu->Game Start]]

**How to Play** At the top left of every passage, your current location will be displayed. There are four major regions in this game: <li><b>The North:</b> Therein lies your home and that of your neighbor.</li> <li><b>The West:</b> Therein lies the Western Forest.</li> <li><b>The South:</b> Therein lies Caville and the plains.</li> <li><b>The East: </b> Therein lies the Cave of Whispers and Eastern Forest.</li> You don't necessarily have to remember each region, or what lies within them, but it might help you keep track of things. Most importantly, try to have fun! Though beware: many choices will lead to your death, so think accordingly. [[Main Menu->Game Start]]

A key... [[The arrow...->Dream3]]

A key... The arrow... [[Jägaren, an fiach...->Dream4]]

A key... The arrow... Jägaren, an fiach... [[The chest...->Dream5]]

A key... The arrow... Jägaren, an fiach... The chest... [[Solitude->Dream6]]

A key... The arrow... Jägaren, an fiach... The chest... Solitude... [[Death->In Front of Home]]

**Western Forest** You stay where you are, trembling, trying to remain as quiet as possible. You can hear the Hunter - for surely that is what he is - trudge about a distance behind you. As though he could read your thoughts, he then continues speaking. "You must know who I am, surely? An fiach. I have returned. To rid those born of the cursed blood." "Please please *please*," you whisper, pleadingly, barely audible to even yourself. "To any god who may be listening, spare me..." The only response you get is a blade lodged halfway into the tree trunk a few inches from your head, thrown from over fifteen feet away. "Found you!" the Hunter cries. [[Get the hell out of there!]]

**Western Forest** You don't wait. You immediately bolt back the way you came, flying through the trees and bushes like a knife cutting the air. Each breath is painful in your chest as you run for your life, the forest rushing by you in a blur. You don't get far, however, before you feel the sting of a blade between your shoulders. You topple forward, your body hitting the ground hard and rolling to a stop as the life drains from you. Poison spreads through your body quickly, each passing moment an agony as your muscles begin to atrophy, your heart slowing, blood swelling in your lungs. By the time the Hunter comes to collect his trophy, you are naught but a lifeless body, a mere husk of your former self. Sometimes you are too curious for your own good. [[Game Over->Game Over1]]

**Western Forest** With a nimbleness you didn't know you had, you manage in one leap to jump up to your feet and bound a couple feet before even a second has passed. Panic overtakes you as you race to the edge of the forest, back to the path, back to the relative safety of the open. The forest rushes by you in a blur as you fly through it, not heeding any branch or bush or animal unlucky enough to get in your way. More blades and arrows whiz by you as you flee, though luckily for you, none find their mark. Before you, coming up quickly, lies a large copse of tries. It doesn't look easy to go through them. [[Veer right!]] [[Jump into them and hide.]] [[Veer left!]]

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "Yes, I'm sure" you reply curtly. "Well, if that's the way it's to be then, pup. I'll see you 'round later, perhaps," Mr. Bhaintrir replies, quietly shutting his door. [[Next->southeast6]].

**Mr. Bhaintrir's House** "Well, out with it! What's got ye so curious today?" [["I don't suppose you know about that strange feeling?"]] [["Know anything about the strange tracks on the path?"]] [["Why is my fur so special?"]] [["What was Sennestria like?"]] [[Leave->southeast6]]

**Valley - Southeast** You make your way back to the main road, the mysterious tracks still leading down the trail and into the forest. [[Stop to examine the marks]]. [[Ignore the tracks and head towards Caville->Northern Plains1]]