Cathedral

You are on a muddy path, cutting through a cold and dark forest, acompanied only by the sound of your feet squelching through the wet soil. At the end of the path is an old cathedral the destination of your pilgrimage. [[Continue down the path->Path]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/wH7K3HZ.png" > You approach the twisted, withered tree as it creaked in the wind. Worn ropes hanging off the branches, stiffened with age and swaying in the stale wind. A ragged sunbleached paper is nailed to the tree. [[Look at the paper->Wanted Poster]] [[Return to Path->Path]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9cL8Rp5.png" > Approaching the withered trunk, the ragged, sunbleached paper contrasts starkly with the dark bark of the tree it has been nailed to. The visage of a dark young woman is plastered on the front of the paper. The sickly black ink on the page spells out: WANTED for witchcraft, Reward: $1300. [[Walk Away->Hanging Tree]]

[[Return to Path->Path]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MwMQaUL.png" > As you walk out of the forest into a small clearing, warm beams of sunlight flit across your skin and drive away a little bit of the cold from the forest. A stone cathedral with a bleached red roof stands at the center of the grass, beautiful prismatic stained glass shining in the warm light. Off to the side, a small graveyard is watched over by a lamenting stone guardian, soft birdsong enveloping the entire scene. [[Check the doors->Doors]] [[Look at the graveyard->Graveyard]] [[Walk around to the back field->Back Field]] [[Return to Path->Path]]

You approach a pair of heavy, rough-hewn oaken doors. They look as if you would bleed if you ran your hand across the jagged surface. A massive rusty old lock binds the doors together. [[Inspect Lock->Lock]] [[Back to Curch Yard->Church Yard]]

The ground beneath your feet becomes colder, and the air turns stale. Gravestones stick out of the ground at odd angles, each wethered to various degrees, some to the point of being rough and illegible. In the center of the eerie yard stands an unnerving statue of an angel leaning on a cold, stone sword. Mist seems to eminate from the statue as if it were breathing. [[Look at the Graves->Graves]] [[Inspect the Statue->Statue]] [[Back to Church Yard->Church Yard]]

Walking around the old and broken church, you see a wide, grassy area open up behind. The sun feels warm on your shoulders and face as you look around the lush, unkempt yard. To your right are large carved circle of stones, guarding something which you cannot make out. To your left is a slope, at the bottom of which is a cheerfully bubbling stream, flowing cooly through the landscape. [[Investigate Stone Circle->Standing Stones]] [[Walk by the Stream->River]] [[Back to Church Yard->Church Yard]]

You step foreward through the thick, viscous fog towards the assorted headstones. The writing on some of the stones looks worn with age and are neigh illegable. The cold mud maks sucking noises as you make your way foreward. The blue granate headstones loom depressingly before you, like the hollowed out husks of ancient mountains, slowly eroded by time. [[Return->Graveyard]]

(text-style:"fidget")[The dark, stone figure of a coldly beautiful winged woman looms before you. She stands in a reserved silence, leaning against a rust-flecked sword she holds in both hands. The sky seems to darken as the imposing visage slowly begins to dominate your field of view.] [[Return->Graveyard]]

You take a look at the rusty lock, Its too solid to break and too complex to pick. Maybe if you could find a key... [[Return->Doors]]

As you approach the strange circle of standing stones, you begin to hear a sweet, melodic wistle as the warm breeze lightly flits across the landscape. Stepping between the towering stone guarians, you come across a bed of sweet smelling, light pink and yellow flowers surrounding what appears to be a large hole in the middle. (text-style:"fidget")[There is no way down.] [[Return->Back Field]]

The sound of water bubbling and flowing greets you as you approach the stream. Sunlight glints across the water as dragonflies flit to and fro. The grass gives way to a muddy bank as you step towards the flow of water. The air is still and peaceful and the warmth of the day seeps into your hair and skin, setting your mind and body at ease. Downstream a little, you see a peaceful, unmoving man sitting at the edge of the river. [[Approach the man->Priest]] [[Return->Back Field]]

You walk down the bank, happily squelching the mud of the cool streambed between your toes. The dragonflies pay you no mind as you approach the man sitting still at the side of the bubbling stream. The man has long, warm brown hair, and slightly rough tan skin. His large nose dominated his face, and the rest of his body is covered by roughspun brown robes, tied at the waist with a simple rope belt. A slight snoring eminates from the peaceful monk... He is sleeping. [[Return->River]]

You continue down the dreary path, mud caking your feet as you walk. Your damp clothes clinging to your clammy skin. On the left of the path bushes of some strange, sour smelling berries are growing. To the right, a withered hanging tree, with a ragged paper nailed to the blackened trunk. [[Continue down the path->Church Yard]] [[Turn down the game trail->Game Trail]] [[Inspect the tree->Hanging Tree]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/XiGuGtw.gif" width=800> (text-style:"fidget")[[[''START GAME''->Start]]]