Current Events > CYOA: You are Merlin the Muscle Wizard (v2.1)

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B) Cast Suplex

Youre just about ready to snap, but in the corner of your eye you see Lye and Smore watching worriedly.

You take a deep breath. Then widen your stance, keeping yourself low. Your hands loosen up as you wiggle your fingers. Chi gathers on your limbs.

King Airagorn tilts his head. Lotsa openings you got there. Have you given up?

You simply glare at him, keeping up your slow breaths.

Hm. he says as his face gets more serious. He twirls his spear and points it to you, then boosts forward.

Just as hes a foot away from you, he immediately jumps back and throws his spear into the air, waiting for you to throw a punch.

Which you did not do. You remain unmoved.

He shrugs. Alright, given up it is. He jumps up to kick the spear down--

You jet your arm out using Chi, grabbing him by the leg. You swing him overhead, bring his leg into the airborne spear and stabbing him with it.

With a hefty grunt, you smash his body into the ground, jamming the spear even further through his thigh.

He screams. In desperation, he tries to jet out, but the Chi on your arm cancels out the air on his leg.

You lift him up and ready another swing.

In more desperation, he uses his three other limbs to jet out. Eventually, he wiggles out, leaving only a boot in your hand.

He slowly gets up, panting and pulling out the spear with a yelp, shooting out a fountain of blood. Lucky shot, scumbag, he says as he rips his robe to bandage the wound.

You get in stance, ready for him once more.

He stands up straight, wincing a bit from the pain, but keeping his focus on the fight. I aint falling for that again.

He holds his hand out and gestures you to him.

You adjust your hat. Suit yourself.

You run forward, with one of your strides being a great stomp that breaks some ground into the air. You punch them toward him while advancing.

He stumbles his way backwards while avoiding the flying rocks.

As you advance, you leap forward with your arms together, then hammer-fist the ground around him, shaking up his footing.

By instinct, he jets upward with his remaining boot, then brandishes his spear and throws it downwards--

A bullet-like pebble knocks the spear away.

In the distance, Smore exhales. Did it hit?

Lye, who was holding her arm and aimed the attack for her, nods. Fuck yeah it did.

Smore smiles. Then I shall continue trusting you to be my eyes, she says, readying another spell.

Taken aback, the King looks down and realizes hes plummeting towards your stretched out arms.

Dramatic lighting change. Your face is replaced with a crude cartoonish smile. Hoohoohoo, come in for a hug dearie~ you say.

Noooo~ the King, also with a crude cartoonish smile, says coyly--

Miss Lye. What are these voices you are making? Smore says frankly, breaking up the dramatic lighting and cartoonish faces that Lye was imagining.

She pouts. Im bored, okay?! I wanna cast some magic too, damnit!

Meanwhile, the King jets sideways to get away from you, but gets interrupted by another pebble knocking him out of the air and towards you.

You snag him out of the air with both of your hands on his torso, then bring him in for a bear hug.

Lyes imagination is quickly reborn.

SUPLEX!! you yell, crashing him into the ground. The trees shake from the impact.

Lyes imagination is quickly crushed.

You get up and stare down at your former assailant. Are you going to be civil now?

Hes too busy seeing stars.

You sigh. Right, Ill give you a moment.

The roar echoes out again. Followed by the ground rumbling and trees shaking.

Smore runs over, with Lye behind. Sir Merlin--

Yeah, dont think it liked all the noise we were making, you say while looking up to the obscured sky. A crow passes by, frantically attempting to flee upwards, but cant seem to get any higher than a certain point. Like something was dragging it down.

A) Make some preparations and stand your ground
B) Run away, taking the King with you
C) Run away, leaving the King behind

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B) Run away, taking the King with you

You grab the dazed King Airagorn and carry him over your shoulder. Lets book it. Who knows what were dealing with here.

The other two nod.



The three of you keep a brisk jog through the darkness of the forest.

You feel a surge of pain through your head, causing you to stop and fall on one knee.

The other two stop as well. Sir Merlin, are you okay? asks Smore.

You slowly get up, clutching your head. Urgh...just when I thought the curse was going easy on me.

Lye frowns with worry. Mr. Merlin, maybe we should rest--

She gets interrupted as her vision gets covered by the sight of your wide frame.

And her hair falls back down after your fist whizzed past it at a blazing speed.

Skewered through your knuckles is the head of a black wolf-like creature. Its glowing red eyes fade while it yelps, then it disintegrates into the air in an explosion of blue particles.

Lye loses balance a bit from being terrified to hell. Shed seen that punch countless times, but never once was it directed anywhere towards her. Just for a moment, she really thought she was going to die.

You help her regain balance. Lye, best be quick on your feet. Were no longer alone.

Lye takes a deep breath and tries to look at you, but glances away. R...right.

Surround all of you are a pack of these dark wolves.

Smore gets into battle stance. How peculiar. These are creatures made of pure mana. She flicks her hand, throwing down an icicle above one wolf.

It, however, preemptively dodges, like it saw her attack coming.

She flicks her wrist hand again, attempting to conjure another icicle above it, but what she saw next with her mana vision took her by surprise.

The wolf jumped up and clawed off the mana she was manipulating.

The other wolves slowly start to close in.

You stand tall, observant of their moves. Well this is new. Pardon me, but can we do this another time? Were a little busy.

One wolf growls and leaps towards you.

Before being met with a face full of fist. It evaporates into blue particles just like the other one.

You shake the feeling off of your hand. There wasnt any blood, but it still felt gross. They certainly arent attuned to Chi like they are with Mana.

Smore changes her stance, funneling Chi to her legs.

Lye takes another deep breath and attempts to cast something, but instead gets greeted with coughing.

The wolves eyes widen and stare at her. Then they all howl. The sounds of leaves rustling in the distance follows.

You dash forward and punch half of this pack, while Smore takes care of the other half with her kicks.

Dozens of red eyes emerge from between the trees.

Smore runs up to Lye and helps her up. Miss Lye, I believe its inadvisable to be using magic right now. Your mana is incredibly unstable and seems to be mixed up with Sir Terrys mana.

Lyes coughing stops and turns into panting. Terrys...mana? Oh shit. Was it from that spell? she mumbles to herself.

Another pack emerges from all around, this time twice as many as the last. They all glare at Lye like she was their prey.

You lower the King down and crack your knuckles.

A) Get ready to fight
B) Meanwhile (Switch to Gundilf and Terrys perspective)

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The wolf jumped up and clawed off the mana she was manipulating.

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Smore runs up to Lye and helps her up. Miss Lye, I believe its inadvisable to be using magic right now. Your mana is incredibly unstable and seems to be mixed up with Sir Terrys mana.

This is interesting stuff to think about.

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B) Switch POV

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Gundilf drops a bunch of sticks into a circle of rocks. Alright lad, think you can light this up?

Terry stands over the unlit campfire and points his palm at it. Uh...okay. Here goes nothing. He closes his eyes and gathers mana on his hand, but--

Gundilf grips his wrist. Stop right there. Youll blow yerself up again.

The boy lets out a long breath and stares at his hand.

Look lad, I may not be able to see those odd strings Merlin was talking about, but Ive fought enough Wizards to know how a spell should look like. He walks back to the campfire and rummages to his pockets. Guess for the time-bein, you and I are the same, heh, he says while taking out a rock and a piece of metal, then striking them together to spark up the campfire.

It lights up with a steady flame.

Terry sits on the ground in front while staring at the fire. Mr. Gundilf, am I never gonna be able to use magic again?

He takes out his trusty staff and wipes it down with a piece of cloth. Ya know lad, have you ever thought about what you can do without casting spells? Do ythink waving yer hands around and blowing shit up is all a Wizard is made of?

Isnt that...what you do? But with extra steps?

He chuckles. Ha! I suppose thats all youve ever seen from me. His belly rumbles. He rummages through his pockets for some bread, but to much dismay has not even a crumb of it.

He gets up and takes out some rope from his pockets, then walks over to a nearby tree and throws the rope over the rather high branch. With this, he starts tying it up in an elaborate way.

Terry also gets up and walks over in curiosity, trying to watch Gundilfs hands intently.

He throws Terry another coil of rope. Alright lad, you saw how I did it. Try doing one yourself. More of these we can set up, more we can eat.

Eh? Just like that? Ive never--

First time fer everythin lad, now cmon, throw it over the branch of that tree there.

Terry looks to the tree next to them and tries to throw the rope over, but couldnt quite clear it due to his weak arms. He tries again, but misses even more. Mr. Gundilf, I dont think Im cut out for this.

He glares at the boy. Lad. Im going to be frank with you, youre nothing without your magic. And you give up too easily. At this rate, youll fucking die out here, lad, you hear me?!--

Terry starts to tear up.

Gundilf stops for a moment, then sighs. Alright listen to me, lad. What do you think makes us Wizards special? Our arms? Our magic?

He sobs. Uhhhh

He points to his head. This, lad. This right here. He walks over to Terrys rope and ties a rock to one end. Try that now.

Terry swings the rope around, giving it enough momentum to get over the branch. He looks at Gundilf with glee. I did it! Did you see that?!

He chuckles. That I did, lad. Alright, I trust you remember how I tied that thing. Ill set up more traps deeper into this place. With that, he disappears into the darkness of the forest.

Terry whistles while vaguely trying to tie the rope, but failing miserably, as expected of someone who couldnt even see what Gundilf was doing since his back was in the way.

But that wont stop him; the high of being able to succeed in something for once is getting to him--

The trap Gundilf tied earlier sounds out. Terry lets go of the rope in astonishment, making it all fall down. He slowly turns his head to the activated rope trap.

A black wolf with red eyes is choking against the rope around its neck, flailing wildly as its hoisted. Eventually, it stops moving and explodes into blue particles.

Terrys eyes widen. He remembers reading one important detail about wolves in the countless books hes read.

Wolves hunt in packs.

Another wolf leaps out of the darkness, pouncing on Terry and pinning him to the ground. It bites right into his shoulder.

He screams the loudest as he ever has in his life. Mr. Gundilf! Help! Help--

The wolf pushes its paw against Terrys throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing him from saying much else.

His first instinct is to cast a spell, even if itll blow both of them up. But he cant chant anything like this, and he hasnt practiced chantless casting enough to use it in such an adrenaline-inducing panic like this.

But right now, hes beyond thinking about what he can and cannot do. He holds his palm against the wolf and channels mana haphazardly. All he remembers is the feeling of casting a spell, it doesnt matter what hes casting.

Just as he feels a spell coming out, the wolf bites his right hand, dispersing the mana gathered to it.

He tries to scream again, but the wolfs paw is still choking him out. Tears and blood flow out of him. All he can do is grit his teeth, trying to endure the pain.

He gets flashbacks of Firebong bullying him. Flashbacks of how useless he felt when he fought alongside Lye at the arena.

Flashbacks of Gundilfs words recently. Youre nothing without your magic.

He closes his eyes and resigns to his fate.

The wolf brandishes its fangs.

He remembers more of Gundilfs words. What do you think makes us Wizards special?

Another flashback. This time, two words from King Goldius.

Power. And Resolve.

His eyes dart open and throws his surviving left hand as a fist into the wolfs face.

But a lack of magic put into it, and his weak muscles made the wolf disregard it. It shrugs his fist off and lunges its fangs forward.

Terry uses the rest of his right arm to catch the wolfs bite. As its teeth dig deeper, Terry tears up even more from the pain.

He wildly flails his left hand around, until it wanders into the rock tied on the rope. He grabs it and smashes the wolfs skull with it.

It staggers off of Terry.

He slowly gets up and jumps onto the dazed wolf, bashing its head even more with the rocky rope.

Eventually, it stops moving, then disintegrates into the air.

Terry lets out a coughing fit after being choked up for so long. He lets out more tears while screaming very loudly.

More wolves show up, growling at Terry.

He wipes his face with his bloodied arm, smearing his face with blood. He grits his teeth and holds his right arm forward, readying some magic.

The wolves leap to him, but he lets out the spell just in the nick of time, blowing all of them up and himself.

He gets sent flying back near the campfire. He slowly gets up to his feet, only to see more wolves emerging from the darkness.

At this point, Terry isnt even thinking properly anymore. Half-conscious from the blood loss, all he can do is let his primal instincts take over. He notices the rope also flew over near him, so he picks it up and spins it around like a flail.

As one wolf leaps forward, he has two instincts: Use magic, and throw the rocky rope forward. Both of them take over.

Something interesting happens however; the erratic mana that would normally blow up at Terrys palms zip through the rope like a power line, where it then detonates at the rock at the end, blowing up right at the wolfs face.

It crashes into a tree, then disappears.

Terry actually wakes up a bit from that attack, still taking in what just happened. But the rest of the wolves charge forward.

He screams while swinging the rope flail around.

A) Cast Rock (Fight more)
B) Switch back to Merlin

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A) Cast Rock

Terry throws the rocky rope towards one of the leaping wolves, but it sidesteps at the last second.

He pulls back, letting the rock graze the wolf from behind before it promptly explodes and disintegrates the wolf.

The explosion causes the rocky rope to bounce off to another nearby wolf. Without any hesitation, Terry charges it with mana and sets it off again, scoring another kill.

It bounces back to Terry, smacking him in the face. He rubs his cheek and continues to grit his teeth, taking notice of the growing frays on the rope.

More wolves remain, and are still fast approaching Terry.

He throws the rope forward again, but suddenly, it snaps.

His immediate reaction is panic, but muscle memory takes over before he could really react. Mana flows into the rope again. When Terry blinks, he sees the strings of mana for a split second as they vibrate erratically. When he opens his eyes, the image of those strings linger briefly.

He nudges his hand. The mana string flies out of the end of one half of the rope, and is guided back to the other half. It finally reaches the rock and blows up a wolf.

The rocky half of the rope flies away into the darkness.

When Terry blinks again, his eyes open to a completely new world. He looks around and sees the strings of mana with clarity that hes never seen before, coexisting with the world instead of strings floating in the darkness of closed eyes.

But before he can appreciate this newfound vision, one wolf reaches him and tackles him down.

His instincts kick back in as he blocks the wolfs gnawing advance with the remains of his rope, wrapping it around the wolfs neck.

He releases mana through the rope once more, but being able to see it physically lets him think about what hes doing. Seeing the string of mana vibrate wildly, he attempts to imagine it staying still.

Slowly, it vibrates less and less. He doesnt even notice the wolf struggling for its life, hes focused solely on the rope and the mana flowing through it.

He exhales. The mana comes to a standstill. He then nudges his hands, which conjures magic circles on their own.

A burst of flames erupts, along with electric sparks flying out. Once Terry was done being blinded by this, the rope was melted into nothing, along with the wolf.

The remaining wolves halt their assault, pausing in fear of what just came out.

Terry stares at his bloodied hands, which are full of swirling, but uniformly swimming mana strings. That...that was real magic! Without chanting! I can cast magic again! He looks to the wolves with newfound confidence. Only now does he truly notice that hiding within the dark fur of the wolves is an incredibly dense network of mana strings swimming in them.

One brave wolf decides to charge anyway.

He takes a deep breath and holds his palm forward, gathering mana to it. Reflexively, he flinches in preparation for an explosion, but instead a large electrically-charged fireball blasts out.

It melts the wolf in the blink of an eye.

The rest of the wolves start backing up slowly, before fully retreating back into the darkness.

While panting, Terry collapses to his knees. His senses fully hit him now, and all the pain from his wounded arm and shoulder kicks in. He cries out before almost passing out from the pain and blood loss.

Gundilf eventually returns to the nearly-unconscious boy, running up to him and comforting him.

The hell happened, lad?! he asks while ripping up some cloth to bandage him up.

Terry coughs. Im...a Wizard, Mr. Gundilf.

Youre a what? Gundilf says, not really able to hear his faint voice.



You punch another wolf. And another wolf. And another.

Smore is deep in another pile of wolves, kicking her way through.

You shake your hand from fatigue. Theres no goddamn end to them!

Lye cowers in between you and Smore, trying her best to calm herself.

However, a wolf emerges from a blind spot, getting past you and Smore and going straight to Lye.

She yelps and stumbles to the ground, wounding her hand against a stray fallen branch. Her body trembles as the wolf approaches close. It opens its mouth and then

Licks her wounded hand.

Lye blinks in confusion. Hopefully this isnt just the wolf getting a taste for Wizard blood.

What should Lye do?
A) Cast magic to repel the wolf
B) Flee
C) Befriend wolf

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