This is the fifth part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one, part two, part three, and part four.
Vote in the comments or on Twitter for a chance to win a copy of Steven Montano's epic debut, Blood Skies!
You tear into the hall too fast to take the left corner cleanly. You slam into the wall, roll off, and keep running. Blood splotches, brown from age, cover every surface. A rancid odor lingers in the stagnant air and it only gets worse the farther you go. The Relic: Part Five (Vote Your Adventure)
- Posted by mark
- On June 3, 2011
- 30 Comments
- Blood Skies, Steven Montano
This is the fifth part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one, part two, part three, and part four.
Vote in the comments or on Twitter for a chance to win a copy of Steven Montano's epic debut, Blood Skies!
You tear into the hall too fast to take the left corner cleanly. You slam into the wall, roll off, and keep running. Blood splotches, brown from age, cover every surface. A rancid odor lingers in the stagnant air and it only gets worse the farther you go. Part 4 Results & Blood Skies Giveaway
- Posted by mark
- On June 1, 2011
- 4 Comments
- Blood Skies, Steven Montano
The results for The Relic Part 4 are in! The library had a lot of support straight out of the gate, but the priest's quarters came in midway and smoked the competition. In the end, the votes stacked up like this:
A (Priest's Quarters): 16B (Library): 12
The Relic: Part Four (Vote Your Adventure)
- Posted by mark
- On May 27, 2011
- 31 Comments
- Blood Skies, Steven Montano
This is the fourth part of an adventure series where YOU determine the next step in the story. Read part one, part two, and part three.
You decide you’re better off against the flying demon. You turn around for one last peek down the hall and see a large black hand with elongated fingers snake out from the corner. Its nails are bone-white razors. They dig into the wall, drawing deep crevices into the plaster. A deep voice rumbles over you, a mixture of a growl and a low hum. The ancient words cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end.