Pray to the Ibex to be saved from falling
From Create Your Own Story
No sooner have you begun your prayer when your pack snags on a branch sticking out of the cliff face. It snaps and breaks, but your fall is slowed somewhat. Your left foot catches on a spur of rock, and your right foot catches on another. You dance unsteadily down the side of the cliff like a mountain goat and tumble onto the grassy ledge. What a stroke of luck!
Now you are in trouble. Halfway up and halfway down, you are on a ledge an arm's-span wide with a drop down to the beating sea. There is no way back up. You have no choice but to follow the ledge and see where it leads.
There is only one thing of note here: a glyph painted on the wall in a light brown paint. You peer at it. The colour is old and faded, but it appears to be a P.
You follow the ledge carefully around, hoping to find some way forward. A few yards later you are spoilt by choice. There is not one cave mouth ahead of you, but two. The left cave seems to slope a little way downwards into the darkness, and the smell coming from it is salty and fresh. Perhaps it leads to the sea – or perhaps it drops into a flooded pool.
Looking into the darkness of the right cave you see little, except a faint and distant glow. A light wind blows out. By the cave mouths is a low boulder, about the size of your head, covered in moss and roughly cubic in shape.
There is no way back. You will have to pick one of them.
Do you:
Cast a spell!
