Unmistakable. The wafting smell, of chocolate above the mossy tree bark of the woods has hastily grabbed your attention. Jerking you closer with an almost instinctual howl. The gnawing sensation in your gut has grown untenable. A floating bar of neon green chocolate hovers slightly above a table. It seems to slightly billow with shimmering emerald fog. Sitting at the table next to the chocolate is a purple haired, green-skinned witch. The smirking witch looks at you with a knowing expression. The old growth forest which had been loud with critters, crickets, birds and other chattering creatures has fallen entirely silent upon your finding of it. The witches enchanting amber eyes look over you. Without a single utterance, you can feel it, she beckons you, to take the chocolate. Your mind frenzied with ecstasy imagining it. To bite into its firm sweet texture and taste its rich no doubt creamy flavor. To soothe your ravenous hunger with its impressive size. Even if you only ate half, surely it would sustain you for some time. The chocolate itself, It reminds you so of the bakeries and sweet shops at home. Of which the aromas could always entice you even from a distance. But now here in these woods you've found this small bounty. It's yours, all yours... This sweet treasure of confection is ripe for the taking! You salivate slightly arms trembling, breath quickening as you almost involuntarily reach for it. Your heart beats faster. Quivering slightly as sweat beads down your forehead.-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#Option A) ITS MINE! I'LL TAKE IT! BEST TO TAKE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE COMES ALONG, OR THIS WITCH CHANGES HER MIND! (EAT THE CHOCOLATE!) Option B) Don't take the chocolate. Be cautious. Study the Witch. Your hunger may be intense, but its worth taking the time to critically examine this situation.Option C) Write-In your own custom answer for consideration.
>>6111344>Option C) Write-In your own custom answer for consideration.BURN THE WITCH. SHE'S TRYING TO STEAL OUR ORGANS
>>6111344Bid the woman a good evening and ask about the glowing object. Is that a tritium candy? Why does it evoke mental picture of a chocolate?
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>>6111348>>6111349Supporting a combination of these. We are the most polite Inquisitor.
>>6111348>>6111353>>6111349>>6111391Through the beaded sweat on your forehead, you feel the anger burn up within you. This chocolate is a ruse, and clearly she wants your organs, or some other part of you. You won't let her... Your hand burns with a red hot fire, as you channel all the mana you can muster into your palm letting it flare out to the fingertips. You raise your hand at her, palm facing towards her. Summoning heated flame from within you unleash a whirling spiral of fire in a fierce jet towards her.The fire crashes like a wave against a shimmering nearly invisible barrier of magic hissing and crackling fiercely against it. Though it cannot penetrate the shimmering magic. The witch sits in her chair leaning back slightly unperturbed. Remaining serene, her amber eyes shine in the chocolates unnatural glow. Her gaze piercing into you. The air thickens with sweet, chocolatey aromas, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.Her smile widens. There's a playful glint in her eyes. She gestures towards the chocolate still hovering in the air. What foul trickery is this? As furious as this makes you, it seems as though any magical assault is near useless. Perhaps a different approach is in order... Swallowing hard, you force a friendly tone."Good evening. What is that glowing object there? It certainly doesn't look much like chocolate, but it does evoke the sensations of it."Her gaze sharpens, she appears amused. She leans forward, eyes glimmering in its emerald glow. She raises her hand, and the chocolate begins to shine brighter with lustrous iridescent hues.The patterns shift and dance, revealing rapidly changing images—fragments of your own memories and emotions. You see glimpses of joy and sorrow, hope and despair, all weaving together into a complete fabric within the chocolates shape.She gestures delicately, her fingers gently tracing the air as if painting a picture. The chocolate responds, rippling as the scents of exotic spices and rare fruits waft toward you. Each scent carries a story, a whisper of its ingredients: crushed stardust, sweetened with the tears of joy, tempered with the bitterness of lost hopes. But there are also even darker notes of things you can't quite make out. Your impression is that this thing must've been difficult to make.The chocolate shimmers again, and for a moment, you feel a connection to it, a pulse that resonates within you. It beckons you to taste its forbidden flavor.-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#--#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#--#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-Option A) What is this chocolate? Why do you desire for me to taste it?Option B) I refuse to taste this chocolate at all, its not worth the risk to me.Option C) Perhaps... Just a small taste would be fine...Option D) Write-In
>>6111417>Option A) What is this chocolate? Why do you desire for me to taste it?
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>>6111417>What is this chocolate? Why do you desire for me to taste it?
>>6111435>>6111459>>6111591"What is this chocolate? Why do you desire for me to taste it?"She stands up looking at you with that same smug grin. The wind swaying the branches of the trees nearby. The air is thick with her magical presence.She softly assures to you. "It will reveal the truth.""Truth? Who are you?""Elana." She states simply. She's being awfully curt with you... "Right, listen Elana. If you want me to trust you, and eat... Whatever that is, you're going to have to give me more info than this." Though, as you say this, your stomach growls heavily. She notices immediately chuckling a bit under her breath. Her piercing amber eyes staring into yours."I think your soul will find it quite nutritious." Something about her tone makes you shiver at this. Haunting.Elana wanders back around to the other side of the table, back behind the chocolate. Seeing this table of hers, this stand of hers out in the middle of the woods like this... Strange."Can't imagine you'd get too many customers way out here Elana. What the hell is this?"You look over her wares at the table, fried scorpion tails on a stick. Potion infused breads of various colors like green and red. A box of something labeled 'Starlight Tea'. And a few elaborate crystalline jars labeled 'Dreamberry Jam'. You decide to pick up one of the jars of jam."Dreamberry Jam? What nonsense is this?"She softly tells you, "Its made from berries that only bloom during a full moon. Each and every spoonful grants a glimpse into their own dreamscape, allowing the eater to explore their hopes and aspirations while they sleep.""So... You eat it, and then you can do whatever you want in your dreams? What kind of witch are you?"She replies poutily seeming mildly annoyed. "You ask so many questions. I'm not used to being interrogated so thoroughly. Why don't you tell me more about yourself?""M-me? I'm uh..."-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#--#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#--#-#-#-#-#-#-#Option A) I'm a deserter, I wandered away from the battlefield. My captain is probably trying to find me, but I just... Couldn't stand any more bloodshed. I killed, so many... I just want to forget it, I only signed up, to earn enough money for my sister. To serve my country, but the reality of war... It was more than I could've expected.Option B) I'm a novice mage. Good at fire magic, not much else. I performed basic magical tricks for aristocrats at parties. While those who were more naturally gifted attended the royal mage academy and became celebrities in their own right. I got sick of being viewed as a joke for societys amusement, and just... Wandered out into the woods, not sure what I was expecting to find.Option C) Write-In for other actions or desires
>>6111635>Option B) I'm a novice mage. Good at fire magic, not much else. I performed basic magical tricks for aristocrats at parties. While those who were more naturally gifted attended the royal mage academy and became celebrities in their own right. I got sick of being viewed as a joke for societys amusement, and just... Wandered out into the woods, not sure what I was expecting to find.
>>6111635Option B) I'm a novice mage. Good at fire magic, not much else. I performed basic magical tricks for aristocrats at parties. While those who were more naturally gifted attended the royal mage academy and became celebrities in their own right. I got sick of being viewed as a joke for societys amusement, and just... Wandered out into the woods, not sure what I was expecting to find.
>>6111635>CConsume the radioactive chocolate
I guess we'll never get to try that chocolate.
Quest kill?
>>6119056Quest barely born.
>>6119215Quest aborted
>>6119560Minnesota styleJudgement of Solomon styleFemale Ghostbusters style
