Rules: Hopefully you know how to do this, but incase you don't, here are the rules and directions.
You read the story where you are the main character and you control the outcome. Just follow the story. When it says go to a certain chapter, go to that chapter, if you picked that outcome. If you die, you can just restart. There are many endings and many choices, so you can always read again!
AN: Here is the first part of my Choose Your Own Path story. Hope you guys enjoy it! Please review! :P
The sun beamed through the window as the birds began to chirp. You swung your legs out of bed and began to dress. You took your hoe and went outside to your crops. You began to farm, again, like every other day. Oh how boring it was for you to farm. Same thing every day, nothing new, everything the same.
You were (name), a marvelous looking (gender)(race) who lives in the province of Cyrodiil. Your family moved here from (your home land) when you were young. They taught you how to farm and your father showed you a thing or two about fighting. You could wield a (weapon) like it was nothing. You could (swing your sword/axe/hammer)(shot your bow/crossbow) like it was nothing. But that wasn't all you knew. You also dabbled a bit in magic. You knew basic healing spells and wards. You also knew simple attack spells like fireball and shock.
But one day, your skills would be put to the test.
One afternoon, around 11 in the morning on a middas during the month of Rain's Hand. The clouds started to grow gray and form a blob in the sky. Rain soon would pour down. You looked up to the sky, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Away from the quiet tranquility of the little plot of farmland that you owned, shouting and screams were heard. You looked off into the distance to see men on horseback riding your way.
You lived far away from town, never tried to stray too far though, but today, you had to leave your little home for good.
The bandits road their horses, charging at your direction. You ran into your house, frightened, and huddled under your bed. Soon the horses and the shouts grew louder till they were at your door step. They broke down the front door and quickly found you under your bed.
Let's just skip the blood details and get straight to the point. They beat you to a palp. Barely alive, they left you for dead. Laughing, they took all of your valuables. Before leaving they set your little hamlet aflame. You laid, barely alive, bleeding out, your skin soon would start to burn if you didn't do anything.
You pulled yourself back up and got on your feet. Looking around you had to make a choice. You had to leave, but you couldn't leave empty handed.
Under a floorboard there were three weapons that the bandits never found. One was a broadsword, another was a bow, and the last was a staff. But you could only carry one and you didn't have time to choose.
Quickly, you grabbed-
1) Quickly, you grabbed the sword and dashed outside, forgetting about your injuries, at least for a moment. (Go to chapter 2)
2) Quickly, you grabbed the bow, along with a few arrows. Seeing no way out, since the front door has collapsed and filled with flames, you bashed through the window, just avoiding a falling beam. (Go to chapter 3)
3) Quickly, you grabbed the staff. You used the staff and your little knowledge of magical skills to do a simple spell, summoning wind to blow the flames away before the reached you. You were able to exist the building through the front door, making a small path that was soon refilled with the flames. (Go to chapter 4)
