Your sprained ankle barely carrying you. The dull throbbing pain in your head at least numbs the pain in your shoulder and forearms. Though it does little to quell the pain in your side from your broken ribs. You glance over to the group of people behind you. Dressed in black school uniforms, roughly a dozen of them.They are all standing roughly ten-fifteen feet behind you. Looking at you with hate, and some fear in their eyes. They are clumped up together like posing for a group photo, and do not advance on you. Even though they've been kicking the hell out of you a minute ago. Then a long shadow descended from the direction the sun was setting, and covered you all. Forcing them to back off as if something physically pushed them away."Go on! Get out of here!" their leader yells, but does not cross the long shadow.Whatever curses leave your mouth, they are barely a whisper, you cough as you continue. Away from them, away from your home. Following the distant figure that casts that long shadow.You look down upon yourself, and verify that your strongest asset is still there, surviving the battering.>Your fist, you always had the meanest right punch>Your leg, it started with kicking ball and soon it became kicking people>Your abs, rock hard and keeping your organs mostly protected, helping stamina >Write-in
>>6347275>>Your fist, you always had the meanest right punch
>>6347275>Your leg, it started with kicking ball and soon it became kicking people
>>6347275>fist
>>6347282>>6347285>>6347287Yes, your arm is still by your side. You could always swing it well, and the moves just felt right, driving and twisting the impact to get where you wanted. If the shadows recede, and those bastards attempt to get you, then you will take you down the first one to reach you for sure.>[Strong Fist trait added]Minutes pass, and you increase the distance, but they do not pursue. The one who casts the shadow, however, doesn't seem to get closer. The distance somehow remains the same, but you push on. You cannot go back, or you'll be killed. Once the Bishop and the Brotherhood learns of your blasphemy, you'll be executed publicly. You will have wished that your classmates finished you off with blunt instruments rather than receiving whatever punishment they mete out in the Black Hill.You carry on, and the minutes become hours. Adrenaline faded away long ago, overtaken be wariness, and you fall to one knee again.> Keep crawling> Yell to get the attention of the figure> Collapse> Write-in
>>6347297>Keep crawlingDeath is behind us
>>6347297> Keep crawling
>>6347297>Keep crawling
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>>6347300>>6347301>>6347324You don't give up. You are already past the buildings of the coven, nearing to the edge of town, where the last row of the buildings are touching the swamp outside. You know they'll get you here, pressing your palm against the surface of the road, and push yourself on. You barely notice your body going numb, but you notice the hard stone changing to wet mud. You stop for a moment, gazing at the source of the shadow above you.Then you lose consciousness.You wake with a numb mind, as if from a long sleep. You try to get up, and realize two things. First, you are on a rickety bed, and second, you feel no pain. You don't have much time to think about it, as you can see a man standing near your bed.He is the largest man you have ever seen. Tall as a giant, and wide. Lacking the lanky proportions that people of that height should get, possessing the rippled physique of a bodybuilder, with limbs as thick as some people's torso. His arms are bare, and wearing a cape on his back which flows as if in the wind. His eyes are kind, burning auburn, and his smile is bright. Though that could be just the sun shining behind him through the windows of the rickety old cabin."Hello young one." He says putting his fists on his waist. You open your mouth but he holds out a hand before you get out the first syllable, and his bright smile fades."No. Who I am is not important. What is important is, who are YOU? Because the person who you were yesterday is gone. Your people have cast you out, you know that, and you cannot go back as you are now. You must chart a new path for yourself. You have to ask in what direction? What is it that you want from the future?">Justice>Revenge>Power>Write-in
>>6347338>Write-in "I want to know the truth of what happened on the night of April 19th three years ago..."
>>6347338>power
>>6347338>Power
>>6347341>>6347346>>6347355"Power, eh?" There is a shadow of a frown crossing his face before his bright smile returns. "There are many ways to power. No single one is there to be the strongest, and all have their price. The most fundamental price is just heart and soul, as you pursue perfection. It only gets more expensive with that.""I can offer you a trade like this" he opens his palm, and there is a little fire in it. Blue and flickering, not visible coming from anything. "You may take this flame, and try to tame it, but it might consume you. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a decade from now on. Or never."He points with his other vast arm to the side without turning. His finger is trained at the rickety window of the wooden cabin you are currently in. Looking around, it looks like it has been abandoned for many years."Across the marshlands, following the path, you find the outskirts of another city. Regardless of your choice, that is your next step. See new horizons. See what life is like.">"I want to know the truth of what happened on the night of April 19th three years ago..."His smile is now gone, remembering that dark day, and he gently shakes his head. "Your friend Erik was stronger than you, after a fashion. He caught on quicker, and was driven by his curiosity of what really takes place in the Black Hill. But it was foolish of him to seek rather than flee. Foolish and admirable. They've caught him, and that was the end of his story.">Take the flame>Leave the flame>Write-inAlso going to bed now, will post again at the end of the timer. https://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/8910961/champion-of-the-street-quest
>>6347374>Take the flame
>>6347374>>Take the flameWe carry the flame
>>6347428>>6347446>>6347447>>6347612>>6347614You reach out to the small flickering flame and it almost leaps on you, running up your fingers and arm, twirling around you shoulder and making a final skip to your chest, all in two blinks. You want to scream, but the fire is consuming all the air in your lungs, letting out a rasping whine. You cannot move for almost a minute, but the burning sensation slowly dissipates.[Inner Flame gained]You can still feel it there if you concentrate, rising and ebbing with your breath. It is much more faint than it seemed a moment ago. You are also feeling pretty hungry. The giant nods. "It won't burn you today then. Do not let your guard down. I am off. Be strong, and never compromise yourself. If all is well, we will meet again."He turns around, opens the decrepit wooden door of the cabin, and ducking under the frame, leaves you alone in the hut. Getting up from the bed and opening the door, you see that you are in the middle of a flat wetland. There is no sign of the man as far as the eye can see.The hut standing between two little hills like a small island rising above the flatness. You can see some miles away the city the man pointed to. Can't be more than two hours of walk.>Head towards the city>Stay the night in the hut for now>Go out and discover the wetland a little>Write-in
>>6347618>Stay the night in the hut for now
>>6347618>Go out and discover the wetland a little
Okay I am taking a nap. Will update after the end of this timer if we got the votes.https://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/8918617/champion-of-the-street-quest
>>6347618>>Go out and discover the wetland a little
