Viewing Archive: 2011 May

This is the fourth part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one, part two, and part three.

You decide you’re better off against the flying demon. You turn around for one last peek down the hall and see a large black hand with elongated fingers snake out from the corner. Its nails are bone-white razors. They dig into the wall, drawing deep crevices into the plaster. A deep voice rumbles over you, a mixture of a growl and a low hum. The ancient words cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end.

I wanted to take a moment and share some exciting news. If you’re enjoying the Vote Your Adventure world, I’ve got something that will be right up your alley.

Say hello to Steven Montano, guys. Steven is a writer friend of mine. He has written a handful of articles for Wizards of the Coast, as well as a few adventures that were published by Dungeons and Dragons. The guy is very skilled at creating a unique world and keeping you on your toes. So here’s the part I’m excited about: In the next couple of weeks, he will be releasing his fiction debut, Blood Skies.

The results are in. The Relic Part 3 was the tightest race yet and the votes stacked up like this:

A (Cat Eye Demon): 15
B (Winged Demon): 12

This is the third part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one and part two.

You turn right and start down the hall. The air is rancid. Patches of dried blood crunch beneath your feet and each step makes your skin crawl. More doors line the right side, marked with bloody handprints and black occult symbols identical to the one on the window. You put your ear against a door and hear wind and the frenetic sound of wings passing back and forth.

This is the second part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one.

You stagger to your feet and the room spins. So does your stomach. As your body expels breakfast and blood onto the floor, you know something is very wrong. You crouch over your own vomit, hands on your knees, sweating and breathing heavily. You focus on the pink splatters of protein shake swirling around your boots. Even though you inhaled it this morning in the mess hall, you knew it tasted funny. Now you know you were drugged.