Go Forth, Young One! - A Text Adventure

>What is this room?

>Don't you have any medicine?

follow him. it's time to take back the throne.

> Eat. you need replenishment.

> Observe the room a bit more.

> Observe the room a bit more.

It's a little, cozy room, though with a few touches one might not expect in a room like this. Next to the bed sits a large ornamental sword on a stand, and on the opposite wall hangs a shield, an intricate design slowly peeling off of the wood. Sunlight streams through a window on the wall to the bed's right. There is a small wardrobe next to the bed.

A doorway is to the left of the bed. Through it, the sound of conversation and the clink of glasses and cutlery can be heard.

> You probably should pay for the damage you did to that guy's armour. You are royalty after all.

> Examine Shield.

It's a large, round shield painted with an intricate blue and white checkered design, peeling with age. Upon closer inspection, you see that the shield had been split in half at some point, and was later crudely repaired with nails.

Apparently this was a well-loved shield.

> Check for secrets by the shield and sword, respectively.

You're not sure what to look for. They seem to be fairly normal. You lift the shield slightly and find nothing under it, or anything written on the front or back. The sword is similarly fruitless. The only thing you find on it is a small plaque, reading "to Geoff, from an olde Friend."

> Examine Wardrobe.

The wardrobe is made of wood, well-polished but with a few obvious dings and scratches. You open it to find that it is empty, save for a few dust bunnies.

> Tell Geoff that you're sorry for throwing stones at him.

You leave your room, closing the door behind you. The house's main room is crowded with military relics - corroding suits of plate armor, shields of all colors and designs, a display of swords bent into interesting, non-linear shapes, and, in the middle of it all, sits Geoff, eating quietly at a small table. He smiles.

     "Good morning, boy! Feeling well?"

> You probably should pay for the damage you did to that guy's armour. You are royalty after all.

Geoff dismisses the idea out of hand.

     "No, no, don't. When I was travelling, we always had to pay for our own repairs, as a rule. Though the money made from looting generally made up for the loss! Joking, of course. Mostly. Don't worry about it. We've got to get moving."

He gets up out of his seat with a jingle and rattle, and takes a long lance from off of the wall. He makes for the door.

     "Ready when you are, boy."

> ask him if you can take the sword. you need protection, after all!

> Prepare for journey with some food. You must be starving after all that shoddy bread

You're not hungry yet; you've just eaten.

> ask him if you can take the sword. you need protection, after all!

    "Hah! Keep my sword, boy, that's what I gave it to you for. It's sure to serve you well."

> Gotsa gog fatus!

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> Go! GO!
    "We are ready!" shouts Geoff. "Go forth!"

You leave Geoff's house and find yourself on a street lined with homes. You can hear a rhythmic rushing noise, and the air smells of salt. The street is filled with people of all shapes and sizes - burly men in uniform, women in dresses, children. The street stretches on in the east and west directions.

    "I'd best stock up before we leave. In the meantime, feel free to look around. Meet me at the Queen's gate. Oh, I almost forgot. Before you leave, take this:"

You got the small knapsack! You wear it on your back.

You got 10 drams! You put it in your pack (0.1/10 kg.)

    "If you find anything you like, don't hesitate to pick it up." Geoff gives you a slap on the back. "Be safe out there! Greenport's usually a pretty safe place, but you never can know these days."

Geoff goes east and disappears into the crowd.