Left leads to the spooky woods

Right leads to the fancy castle

What do you do?

Go to fancy castle

There you find a door soldiered to the wall. There's a key in the lock, but it as well is melted into it. After looking around you realize, that this was a shack besides the fancy castle. Instead of wasting time you go the castle, there you meet 3 guards, they block the passage and demand reason of visit.

What do you do?

Go back to the shack

There's not much of interest around the shack. What catches your curiosity is the shack's door. There's no lock.

What do you do?

knock on the shack door

You hear shuffling from inside. After a moment, the door cracks. From within, a golden saucer eye peers out at you.

They growl out to you. "Y-yes? Y-you bring th-thing?"

What do you do?

Smile and say you're the thing.

The being laughs and insultingly states: "Had any other man come with such a poor excuse, I would have got rid of their suffering. You won't be given the joy of reincarnation, I'll let you live. With a clause, you must come with a ball of Rash to me. In case you don't, consider slaving for your N'wah life. Mwahahaha, you have a fortnight, now run fetcher!

What do you do?

>>9
Go back to the guards as ask what the deal with the shack man is.

You ask about the man in the shack to the guards. They explain to you, that he is a crackhead who refuses to leave shack. They admit attempting of ostracizing him from the castle's grounds, but the Liege came fond of him. As he believed him to be a fortuneteller.

You inquired about what the ball of Rash was. The guards clarified, the object is simply crack. The man calls it Rash, because it makes him rash into "the realm of Wa'atl". They offered you a feisty reward for getting rid of the man, since you hadn't declared loyalty to the Liege.

What do you do?

>>11
find the local drug dealer to obtain rash

>>12

You find the dealer, but you remember you're broke.

What do you do?

ask how much the rash is, then go to the local guild to see if you can make some fantasy quasi-medieval based currency equivalent of cash money dolla dolla bills

The price for a bag of rash is 7 ducats. You go to the local guild, there you are given options for quests.

Either to hunt for 7000 slimes or find a lady's with rabies medication in the carcass of trees land, where she coincidentally was infected by looking for a cure for her friend.

it's time to grind seven thousand slime because getting rabies is not fine and dying would put me in a bind

>>16

You had murdered 7 thousand slime, causing them to become extinct in the surrounding area. The lack of balance caused the niché be filled with winged rats. You got your reward and bought a bag of rash with it. You went back to the shack, but before entering you felt have some doubts.

What do you do?

>>17

give the crack

try the crack first

don't let him know you have the crack yet. Tell him you are working on procuring it, but want some explanation. Ask the shack-man what he meant by 'suffering'.

>>20

You asked more information about the ball of rash.

He scoffed. "It took you a week to come back asking what I meant by ball of rash! It is a white powder only found in the city, I used to know a man who sold it. Usually you can purchase it in the Abandoned square, but boneheads must have sniffed out the area. It has been long since I was there. With such power only nobility are allowed to intake it, that's why I came here in the first place. The king knows, he knows..."

You asked what he meant by "got rid of their suffering".

He grinned. "I gave them a wayleave from mortality. They're gone. Want to see their mortal shells? I have one hidden, other were stolen by boneheads. Say, you get rid of them I'll give you amnesty. Watcha say?"

What do you do?

Ask him to show him the 'mortal shell'

He takes a step back. "Interested, from a long-nosed squash I didn't expect to hear these words. The why not show you, at least you will know what it means to come to my way" He peals open the curtain revealing a humanoid skull. "Pretty, init? Such good mortal coil used for a wicked soul as this. Do know, I despise wicked and twisted, especially those who backstab. He ordained me to leave and used evil action. Bad, bad, bad he was very bad. Say, when you'll give the ball of rash, I will give a tooth from him. You'll be able to use it to curse objects. Bad men stench of badness, badness attracts flies of Pothos. How does that, it will sure motivate you. Hehehe"

What do you do?

Go to the guards and tell them you have the crack.

You walk to the guards and notify of the present crack in your inventory. They chived. "Good you came to us, don't give him the powder, yet. Once it enters his system, not even a cannon can stop his beast form. We were ordered by the Liege to protect that lunatic. Liege knows him the best, ask those close to the Liege. They could be of assistance. Unless you have other ideas"

What do you do?

>>21

You asked more information about the ball of rash.

KEKEKEK. Lost

You agree to meet with the oligarchy.

One of the guards enters the castle and after a quantitative period of time, he returns notifying you can enter the castle. As you walk through the sizable castle you notice the bronze statues lingering high on pillars, which appear to depict former leaders, but their size is quickly squashed by the monumental scale of the palace hidden deep inside the interior of the castle. It sits as a walled city, you've never seen something so usurious. Through the galore of ornaments and the arabesque feeling, the shining paint seemed to fade, as if you were growing disillusioned with the finesse. But such attentive feeling were but a blip of emotion overshadowed by aw. As you continued to walk still in suspense from what just had happened, you were entertained by one of the Liege's royal assistants. He greeted you in a high-culture matter and requested you to follow him to the guest room. You willingly obliged and followed suit. As the glamorous door opened, a low-ranking or rather better suited rather poorer estate, but still properly dressed lord met you. Although, to your dismay, he was not that of a close friend to the Liege, which you come to know is named John IVth que il Murrley Rosherwand. A son of the former liege, whom gathered and amassed good part of the fortune seen before your eyes, Murr Ist que el Abickley Rosherwand.

The lord, quite fortuitously was as well named John, came to the manor of the Liege, in order to sort out the land disagreement between him and a neighboring lot proprietor. With the mention of him, you came to notice the aforementioned man sitting in opposite side to you, in the darker side of the room. His face was curled up in a frown, as if he had bitten into a citrus fruit. It seemed as he was greatly disgruntled by the whole affair, not letting slide the opportunity you came to him and to your best knowledge of gentlemen manners. Against your better judgement, the lord's face soured even more than before. With the dimly lit corner, his appearance was closer to that of a toad than a human. Taking into consideration the reaction to presence, you, rather bluntly, decided to take out the softness from your behavior. Which in turned caused even further disturbance to the man's already uncomfortable situation. As if by sheer luck, he smiled and started laughing. The laugh was genuine and had no apparent ill intent.

"Now tell me John, where did you bring the charming subject! Was there a plan to soften my heart and allow unabridged use of land under mine legally inscribed control. Been your way, the entire kingdom fallen into anarchy. I reconcile you still have not found a resolution for your own father's debt. For your well defined exuberance, I would have never expected for you to solve matters only attempted by most abating low-born. (Addressing to you) how about you vacate the saloon, as I solve matters. (To John) I wouldn't want rumors to start about my dear neighbor, would I"

What do you do?

You disobey his command

A fox with eleven tails stares at you. There are fire pillars surrounding her, you're encircled. Her grim expression, poised with dissatisfaction and eternal boredom shakes your body. Her presence is strong.
"What has lead you to disobey my command?" — her question starks you with it's simplicity in contrast with the entire atmosphere.
"What has lead you to disobey my command?" — teeth clang more fiercely with every consonant uttered.
"What has lead you to disobey my command?!" — now she is no longer asking, she demands you to answer. Yet you stand there quiet, almost as if unaware she is there. You attempt to say, say anything to calm her, whatever may have happened before is nothing in comparison to what you'll experience by disobeying her.
"I-"
"Death, death and death. That will be your life. You'll do as I say!" — no, she cannot hear you, she's not speaking to you. How oblivious to be to think a being so powerful and omnipresent would care what you did. Her interest is You.

You're back in the manor. Both lieges are staring at you. John is disgruntled. What do you do?