<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Peeka had no more presents to open, and worse, she hadn't received the one gift she'd wanted: a P6554a Peacemaker golem toy with rotator action. The commotion started shortly after dawn.\n\n"Peeka," said the mother rather calmly despite the racket, "if you want a P6554a, then you'll have to buy it with your own gold. You have an allowance for a reason."\n\n"But I don't have any left!" Peeka screeched. Then, she looked at Drooburt, "You buy it for me. You owe me."\n\nDrooburt's eyes grew large with terror. "How much are they?"\n\n"Only a hundred gold."\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt buys the precocious progeny a P6554a.|P6554a - 100]]</li><li>[[He decides to sneak away in the middle of the night.|Sneak -100]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt had never been treated so cruelly in all his life. These bandits were no better than krait! \n\nThe leader took the gold from the pouch, then pocketed it. All of it!\n\nDrooburt pleaded, "Please do not take quaggans' gold. It is all quaggans have left."\n\nThe bandit leader grunted and kicked Drooburt in the stomach...again.\n\n"Can we eat it?" asked another, looking hungrily at Drooburt.\n \n \t<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Plead02 +200]]</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt pulled himself up tall and faced the pirates.\n\n"Quaggan is Drooburt," he said firmly, "of the Moogooloo quaggans. Why do you make quaggan avast?"\n\n"What's in the pack, quaggan?"\n\n"What pack?" asked Drooburt, and when they poked their swords at him, he added, "Oh, that pack. Nothing but dried shrimp and algae balm."\n\nThe pirate captain, a charr, narrowed her less-than-lovely eyes and growled. "We don't believe you. Hand it over."\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Barter02 -100]]</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Ah, Lion's Arch. The bustling center of the world welcomes all into its labyrinthine guts. \n\nThey'd already begun hanging the Wintersday decorations, and Drooburt's heart swelled as he walked through the city, leaving dirty quaggan footprints in his wake. \n\nPeople pushed past him, to his left, and his right, from ahead and behind, turning him in all directions, until he came to a stop.\n\nThe crowd parted, and there, in the clearing, stood a tiny asuran girl. She wore enough frills to make her seem wider than she was tall, and her big blue eyes blinked back at Drooburt.\n\nAbruptly, her mouth opened, and she made a noise unlike any Drooburt had ever heard. She pointed straight at him and cried, "Parental unit! I want that!"\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Arrive in LA02 No Cost]]</ul></div>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg">\n<table width=800><tr><td><div class="banner"><img src="//d3b4yo2b5lbfy.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2cfc8Drooburt_bannerEN.jpg"></div>\n<<set $score to 100>> \n<center><h2>Long, Long Ago</h2>\n—okay, not so long ago—</center>\n\nThere was a quaggan named Drooburt who lived in the bucolic waters of Viathan Lake in Kessex Hills. This young quaggan was excited because Wintersday was coming and he loved Wintersday! All the people at Fort Salma gave him cakes, special drinks, and other nommies when it was Wintersday.\n\t<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Story 2]]</ul></div>\n\t<font size=1px>SPOILER ALERT: May contain spoilers if you have not yet played through <em>Guild Wars 2</em> Living World Season 2.</font>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
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<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt stood and watched the pirates walk away with his village's gold. As he thought about it, he lifted his chin (yes, quaggans have chins...very brief chins). \n\n"Quaggan," he said, "will not give up!"\n\nDrooburt picked up his pack and gingerly put the algae balm and dried shrimp back into it. At least he wasn't completely without necessities. He headed back toward the main road.\n\n"What ho?" called a man in frills and lace. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a quaggan."\n\nDrooburt looked down at himself. He was still covered in mud, so he understood the human's confusion. "You are correct," he replied. "Quaggan is Drooburt of the Moogooloo quaggans. Quaggan is traveling to Lion's Arch. If you are a bandit or pirate, then you can keep going. Quaggan has nothing left to steal."\n\nThe man moved to stand by Drooburt and introduced himself. "I am Lord Faren of the Divinity's Reach humans, and the only things I ever steal are the hearts of beautiful women."\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Faren02 +100]]</ul></div>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>A male asura appeared at his progeny's side and studied Drooburt with scientific stoicism. "No, Peeka. You cannot have that. It's a living creature. Sentient, I believe."\n\nThe noise came again, a high-pitched scream that made the flap at the back of her throat wobble visibly, followed by: "I want it! I want it! I want it!"\n\nThe asuran man sighed and came over to Drooburt. \n\n"Is she all right?" Drooburt asked, truly concerned.\n\n"She's fine." The asura reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch. "I'll give you a hundred and twenty-eight gold if you will spend Wintersday with my family. We have an extra room in the house where you can sleep...and bathe."\n\n"Will there be cakes, special drinks, and nommies?" Drooburt asked.\n\n"Of course."\n\nDrooburt currently has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt follows the family home.|Asura Family01 +128]]</li><li>[[He refuses the offer.|Skritt01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Peeka had insisted that Drooburt sleep in her room amidst the dozens of stuffed animals and golem toys she had. Therefore, there were a few close calls as he tried to stealth his way out the door. \n\nHe moved. \nShe rolled over. \nShe snored, he stood up. \nShe kicked off the covers. \nHe took a tentative step toward the door.\nShe scolded her own mother in her dream voice.\nDrooburt tippy-toed as much as quaggans can past the bed and out into the hall.\n\nPeeka's little brother was there, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. \n\nDrooburt stared back...blinked. \n\nThe tiny male asura held out his hand. \n\nDrooburt dug a gold coin out of his pack and put it there.\n<<set $score to $score - 1>>\nThe progeny turned and walked back into his room, pausing only to look back with thoughtful sobriety on his face before quietly shutting the door.\n\nDrooburt made his exit.\n\nHe now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><ul>[[Continue.|Skritt01]]</ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt felt his eyes swim with tears. He had no sooner stepped from the waters than he had lost his village's gold. What a failure he was! \n\n"Quaggan does not deserve to live!" he cried woefully.\n\nThe bandits ignored him, more interested in his treasure.\n\nDrooburt wailed his misery, as loudly as he could. "FooOOOOooooo!" \n\nThe sound of running feet reached his ears just moments before he saw a band of heroes come over the hill. They were beautiful! They had flowing gowns and badass coats, and they carried giant swords and ornate staffs! \n\nDrooburt thought for sure he had died. These had to be Mellaggan's guard!\n\nThe battle was short and fierce. When it ended, not a soul was moving...except Drooburt. He got to his feet and looked at the carnage. Heroes and bandits lay in a giant pile upon the grass. \n\nDrooburt did what any rational quaggan with a healthy dose of common sense would do: he looted them all.\n<<set $score =+200>>\nHe now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Arrive Fort Salma]]</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg">\n<table width=800><tr><td><<set $score to 100>>\nUnfortunately, trouble was brewing (and, to be fair, it had nothing to do with the water witch this time). \n\nThe nasty pasty krait were working on a Nightmare, and they built a thing. It was a big thing, and they refused to share the lake any more with quaggans. \n\nDrooburt's village was under attack, and many had already been murdered by krait and mean sylvari. The varonos and Drooburt were the last ones there.\n\n"Drooburt," said the varonos. "Quaggans have all fled or shed their mortal coils. You are quaggan's only hope. Take this gold, all that quaggans' village has, and safeguard it until this horror passes. Quaggans' future is in your care."\n\nDrooburt took his duty seriously. He filled a pack with rations and all the gold the quaggan village had, said a tearful last good-bye to the varonos, and set out.\n \n\t<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt goes to Fort Salma for safety and to celebrate Wintersday amidst the familiar.|To Fort Salma]]</li><li>[[He ventures into the great unknown, intent on celebrating Wintersday in Lion's Arch.|Walk LA 01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
<<set $score to $score - 100>>\n<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Peeka was ecstatic when Drooburt bought her the P6544a Peacemaker Golem toy, for about five minutes, until she broke it. At that point, her younger brother took it over and proceeded to reverse engineer it. \n\nPeeka turned her attentions back to tormenting the family cat.\n\nDrooburt knew then that he had to leave. It's nice to have a family, but it's not so good when the family has you.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt leaves during bath time.|Skritt01]]</li><li>[[He sneaks out in the middle of the night.|Sneak -100]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>There was no stab. No whack. No slice. What happened next was far more cutting.\n\nThe pirates laughed. They encircled Drooburt, pointing and chortling enough to wake the dead.\n\nOne of them took his pack between guffaws, and Drooburt moaned his sorrow. "What good is quaggan?" he sobbed and lay his face down in the swamp water.\n<<set $score to $score - $score>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a Choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt wallows in misery.|The Waking Dead01]]</li><li>[[He picks himself up, brushes himself off, and...|Faren01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
\n<div class="maintitle">Merry Wintersday!</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Poor Drooburt. He couldn't have stopped it even if he'd wanted to. He'd had a horrible few weeks, what with the krait, then Nightmare Court, and the case of stinky toe he'd caught and couldn't for the life of him make go away. \n\nHe'd had enough. The heat started deep in his belly and spread outward from there until his neck (yes, quaggans have necks...very brief necks), then his face, and finally his whole head felt like they were on fire. \n\nHe bellowed! \n\nThe world went red!\n\nAnd the bandits came to regret having accosted a quaggan. \n\nWhen Drooburt came to, he was lying in bandit stew. Looking around, he decided he could look at this in one of two ways. He could either feel guilty for defending himself (Nah!), or he could believe that the bandits had provoked him and therefore had deserved it (Yeah!).\n\nDrooburt picked up his pack and put his gold back in it. Then, he looted the bandits and the quaggan treasure grew.\n<<set $score to $score + 200>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Arrive Fort Salma]]</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
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<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>The quaggan Drooburt washed himself off and had a little snack before continuing on his way. He eventually arrived in Fort Salma and dove into the chaos of the bustling fortress. He roamed happily amidst the crowd, bouncing away from the boots of the unmindful.\n\nBefore long, he got hungry again and decided to spend some of his hard-earned gold on a fish. The fish merchant had piles of them.\n\nBut, when Drooburt got close, he could smell the toxins. \n\n"Pinch yer nostrils!" the fish merchant said. "It'll taste all right."\n\nDrooburt's tummy roiled and he had to walk away. Fretting that he'd been rude to the man, he nevertheless went looking for something else to eat. Sadly, it was all "hooman" food, and nothing good. The poor quaggan was overwhelmed with disappointment. \n\n"Last call for travelers to Lion's Arch!"\n\nHmmmm. Maybe, Drooburt realized, he would have to travel a bit farther from home in order to keep the quaggan gold truly safe. If he died of starvation, then what would happen to it? \n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt buys a ticket to Lion's Arch on the balloon. (25 gold)|Arrive in LA -25]]</li><li>[[Drooburt walks to Lion's Arch.|Walk LA 02]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n\n
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Lord Faren searched the horizon. "Speaking of which, you haven't seen an especially spicy filly roaming this area, have you? She came this way, and I intend to find her and woo her."\n\nDrooburt, who didn't like spicy things, shook his head. "No, quaggan has seen no such thing."\n\nAt just that moment, the woman in question came over the hill, swaggering toward them.\n\n"That's her!" said Faren. "Quickly! Pretend that I have just saved you from a fate worse than death, and I will pay you one hundred gold." \n\n"What?" Drooburt looked at the pouch Faren was surreptitiously offering. And then he wailed, "CoooOOOOooooo! Lord Faren! You have saved this poooooOOOoooor quaggan from a fate worse than death! My hero!" He took the pouch, wrapped his arms around the man—as far as they would go—and squeezed.\n\n"Gah!" cried Faren. "Too much! Too much! You've gotten mud all over my..."\n\nThe woman arrived, preceded only by her batting eyelashes, and fell into Faren's arms.\n<<set $score to $score +100>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\nThe quaggan barely managed to conceal his disgust at their weird human smoochies. He quickly resumed his journey to Lion's Arch.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Arrive in LA - no cost]]\n</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt headed for Lion's Arch. He knew the journey would be long, but he was prepared. He'd brought soothing algae balm for when his tootsies got too sore. \n\nHe hadn't expected to feel so lonely, however. The walking was a forever kind of walking, with no end in sight. Drooburt kept thoughts of Lion's Arch in his mind to distract himself from the tedium. He'd heard so many stories over the years about the sights and sounds of the city, especially at Wintersday. Just the thought of it made him plod a little lighter. "Tedium...dum dum dee dummmm dooOOOoo dummm," he sang as he lumbered along.\n\nPerhaps it was because he was lost in visions of candy canes and snowmen, but Drooburt had no warning...and then the pirates were upon him.\n\nThe pirates shot their pistols at him and told him to "Avast yer chubby self!" Their black eyes gleamed with murderous intent, and Drooburt knew they were after his gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt runs like the dickens.|Flee01 - 100]]</li><li>[[He tries to bargain his way out of this mess.|Barter01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><center><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div></center>\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt stepped out of the waters of Lake Viathan for the last time and stood there pondering the significance of possible last times. He had lived in the lake all his life, but he did not know if he would return. \n\n"Quaggan will not return," he said to the lake, with its ugly tower and spreading green poison, "until quaggan turns this pouch of gold into hills of gold. Then, quaggan will get rid of the krait and the toxins." His final words expressed all the weight he felt in his heart: "Until then..."\n\nWith a decisive turn, Drooburt headed for Fort Salma...\n\n<blockquote><em>Drooburt was excited for the hustle and bustle of Fort Salma. He knew nobody ever sat still at the fortress. He remembered how the soldiers' armor glinted in the sunlight like giant baubles and how the sound of so many voices all talking at once could be discombobulating.</em></blockquote>\n\n...And immediately he was accosted by bandits! They swarmed him, surrounding him when he tried (oh, how he tried on his short stumpy legs) to flee. But quaggans were not made for land travel. \n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|To Fort Salma02 -100]]</ul></div>\n</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
<div class="table_bg">\n\t<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt stepped out of the waters of Lake Viathan for the last time and stood there pondering the significance of possible last times. He had lived in the lake all his life, but he did not know if he would return. \n\n"Quaggan," he said to the lake, with its ugly tower and spreading green poison, "will not return until quaggan can bring a cart of gold pulled by a strong dolyak. Then, quaggan will get rid of the krait and the toxins." His final words expressed all the weight he felt in his heart: "Until then..."\n\nWith a decisive turn, Drooburt headed for Lion's Arch. He knew the journey would be long, but he was prepared. He'd brought soothing algae balm for when his tootsies got too sore. \n\nHe hadn't expected to feel so lonely, however. The walking was a forever kind of walking, with no end in sight. Drooburt kept thoughts of Lion's Arch in his mind to distract himself from the tedium. He'd heard so many stories over the years about the sights and sounds of the city, especially at Wintersday. Just the thought of it made him plod a little lighter. "Tedium...dum dum dee dummmm," he sang as he lumbered along.\n\nPerhaps it was because he was lost in visions of candy canes and snowmen, but Drooburt had no warning...and then the pirates were upon him.\n\nThe pirates shot their pistols at him and told him to "Avast yer chubby self!" Their black eyes gleamed with murderous intent, and Drooburt knew they were after his gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt runs like the dickens.|Flee01 - 100]]</li><li>[[He tries to bargain his way out of this mess.|Barter01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
<<set $score to $score + 128>>\n<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt learned quickly that pink was not his color. He wore the bow Peeka placed on his head, but he felt ridiculous. \n \n"Quaggan is a boy quaggan," he told her.\n\n"No," she insisted. "You're a girl, like me." She named him Blubberella and refused to call him anything else.\n\nAll in all, it wasn't so bad. There were cakes, special drinks, and other nommies. The family had a feast every day during Wintersday, and though the mother wouldn't let Blubb...Drooburt sit at the table with them, they provided him with heaping plates of delicious treats.\n\nEventually, Drooburt's last Wintersday was over, and that was when events took a turn for the horrible.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Asuran Family02]]</ul></div> </td></tr></table>\n</div>
<<set $score to $score - 25>>\n<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Ah, Lion's Arch. The bustling center of the world welcomes all into its labyrinthine guts. \n\nThey'd already begun hanging the Wintersday decorations, and Drooburt's heart swelled as he walked through the city, leaving dirty quaggan footprints in his wake. \n\nPeople pushed past him, to his left, and his right, from ahead and behind, turning him in all directions, until he came to a stop.\n\nThe crowd parted, and there, in the clearing, stood a tiny asuran girl. She wore enough frills to make her seem wider than she was tall, and her big blue eyes blinked back at Drooburt.\n\nAbruptly, her mouth opened, and she made a noise unlike any Drooburt had ever heard. She pointed straight at him and cried, "Parental unit! I want that!"\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Arrive in LA02 No Cost]]</ul></div> </td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg_end"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>\nNothing Drooburt tried worked because some "last things" cannot be avoided.\n\nThe caravan took them through a secret cave system known only to the bandits and into a place called Dry Top.\n\nDrooburt looked around at the enormous hills of...gold...sand, and he remembered the promise he'd made when he left Lake Viathan with the quaggan treasure. He bemoaned having to start from scratch, again, but he was determined.\n\nYes, he was determined...and thirsty...so thirsty. He would rely on the kindness of strangers...one last time. \n<<set $score to $score - $score>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\nUnbeknownst to Drooburt, it was...\n\n<center>ALMOST THE END.</center>\n<p> </p><p> </p>\n\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
<div class="table_bg"><center><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div></center>\n<table width=800><tr><td>The bandits punched and kicked him until he toppled over onto his back, arms and legs waving in the air. The pain...\n\nThey took his pack and found his treasure.\n\n"We know there's more than this in your stupid quaggan village," the bandits shouted at him. "Tell us where it is or we will kill you!"\n<<set $score to $score - 100>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt gets really, really mad.|Enraged01 +200]]</li><li>[[He pleads with them to spare him.|Plead01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>\n
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt gulped. "Heyyyy," he said. "No need to get handsy. Quaggan will give it to you, but quaggan has to warn you."\n\n<blockquote><em>Drooburt knew that pirates weren't too bright, and so he thought he could perhaps talk his way out of the situation. If only he could come up with a good plan...</em></blockquote>\n\nDrooburt made his face as scary as he could. "The gold quaggan carries is cursed!" \n\nA couple of the pirates snickered behind their hands.\n\n"Quaggan is serious!"\n\nThe pirate captain backhanded Drooburt and sent him sprawling onto his rounded bottom in the mud. "We're pirates, silly quaggan. Cursed gold is our stock in trade."\n\nOne of them took the pack from him, and Drooburt could do nothing more than watch as they dug through his belongings. A pirate whoop went up when they found the bag of gold.\n<<set $score to $score - $score>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a Choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt wallows in misery.|The Waking Dead01]]</li><li>[[He picks himself up, brushes himself off, and...|Faren01]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt felt smug, knowing that for the first time, he'd made the right decision. And so, he held his head up as he walked through the city.\n\nHe bought his own cakes, special drinks, and nommies, and was quite proud of himself for being so self-sufficient. \n\nAround midnight, the temperature dropped and Drooburt realized he had nowhere warm to sleep. He turned his attention to looking for an inn that rented rooms. All the places he found, though, were full with Wintersday revelers.\n\nThe darker it got, the darker it got. Drooburt began to despair that he'd never find a place when suddenly he heard a small voice. It said, "Pssst. Hey, buddy. You look for place to stay?"\n\nDrooburt searched the shadows and found a pair of beady eyes staring back at him. He nodded. "You know of a place?"\n\n"'Course, I do!" The skritt waved him over with its scrawny hand. "You sleep with us. Warm. Cozy. Only ten gold. Cheap, cheap. Not many fleas."\n\nDrooburt couldn't believe his luck. He pulled the money from his pack and handed it over.\n\n"Follow." The skritt turned and scampered down a dank alley.\n\n"Wait for quaggan!" said Drooburt, bumbling along after his new landlord.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Skritt02]]</ul></div>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>The next three months passed in a drunken haze. When Drooburt sobered up, he remembered only bits and pieces of what he'd done: giving the skritt all his gold, begging for more in the streets, then spending it on their nommy omnomberry wine.\n\nHe remembered pranking a sylvari on a dare—the prize a glass of wine. He remembered spending a night in the Lion's Arch jail for loudly singing in the square. He remembered snuggling again and again with the skritt in their den...and he felt dirty. But not so dirty that he didn't still crave their sweet wine.\n<<set $score to $score - $score>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\nOne rainy afternoon as he sat alone, drinking, a flyer on a post caught his attention. It said:\n\n<blockquote><center>ATTENTION ADVENTURERS</center>\nThe Pact is seeking civilian individuals with skill in armoring, cooking, weaponsmithing, and general housekeeping. If interested, contact...</blockquote>\nA completely unrelated idea hit Drooburt.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt thinks the skritt should sell their wine.|Bandits]]</li><li>[[Drooburt forgets the idea and drinks some more.|Bandits]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>It was warm. It was cozy. But, sleeping in a pile under six sprawling, snoring skritt wasn't exactly what Drooburt had had in mind. Nevertheless, he snuggled in and was soon sound asleep.\n\n<blockquote><em>Drooburt dreamed of swimming in golden waters. All the villagers of Moogooloo (even the dead ones) were floating around in a circle, cheering him. They chanted, "Droo...burt... Droo...burt... Droo...burt..."</em></blockquote>\n\nUpon awakening, Drooburt found himself surrounded NOT by his fellow Moogooloons, but by skritt. Their eyes shone red in the half-light, and their tails waved and slithered behind them. They were all looking at him, watching him sleep.\n\n"Now, we drink," said the leader, offering Drooburt some of their wine. The other skritt scattered.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Skritt03]]</ul></div>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Instinct took over and Drooburt put his stumpy legs to work. He knew that if he could only get to the shore, he'd be in the water, and there...there he would have the upper hand—ha ha!\n \nThe ground beneath him became squishier until mud squooshed between his toes. It clutched at his every footfall and slowed him down. \n\nThe pirates were right behind Drooburt, yarring and cutlassing at him. \n\nA first splash...then another...and Drooburt ran into the water. As soon as it was up to his knees, he belly-flopped forward, arms reaching to begin swimming...\n\n<blockquote>Drooburt knew well that water was his safe haven. He could swim faster than any dumb pirate. All he had to do was stay one step ahead of them until he could dive into the depths.</blockquote>\n\n...But the water got no deeper. Drooburt landed on his rounded belly in the mud, and his nostrils filled with dank swamp water. "NooOOOOooooo!" he cried and closed his eyes to the death blow he knew was coming.\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|Flee02 -100]]</ul></div>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Long after the undead had gutted the pirates and returned to their mucky graves, Drooburt was still standing there. \n\nNight fell. Dawn rose. A storm came.\n\nRain ran down Drooburt's body in muddy streaks. He knew he'd be uncovered soon and reeking of life. Finally, he managed to move a finger. Then another. His feet had been sucked down into the mud, so it was a struggle to get free, but he did it. \n\nHe picked up his pack and gingerly put his balm and dried shrimp back in it. Then he looted the pirates without a single pang of guilt.\n<<set $score to $score +300>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><ul><li>[[Drooburt continues on to Lion's Arch.|Arrive in LA - no cost]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt stood and watched the pirates walk away with his village's gold.\n\n"Quaggan was unworthy to carry Moogooloo's gold."\n\nBefore Drooburt knew what was happening, someone was standing beside him. When he looked over, he saw an undead man, drooling swamp water and eyeballing the pirates. He quickly looked away and stood very still.\n\nCovered in mud and humiliation as he was, the undead thing couldn't smell him or do whatever it is they do to find the living. It lurched forward, toward the pirates, ignoring Drooburt entirely. Several more crawled or hulked out of the rotten waters and followed the first.\n\nTerrified, Drooburt couldn't call out a warning, even if he'd wanted to. He didn't dare move...\n\n<div class="continue"><ul>[[Continue.|The Waking Dead02 +300]]</ul></div>\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="table_bg"><div class="goldscore">Drooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.</div>\n<table width=800><tr><td>Drooburt saw everything through a haze of omnomberry red. Even his nose (yes, quaggans have noses...very brief noses) had become ruddy.\n\nThen came the day when Drooburt had his last drink.\n\nHe was still with the skritt, still living on omnomberry wine and day-old bread. The skritt had stolen his idea——which he barely remembered having——and were selling their wine to taverns. Sadly, they refused to give him a cut of the income, but happily, they gave him all the wine he could drink!\n\nNot all was golden in Lion's Arch, however. Bandits did not appreciate anyone besides themselves making a profit. They attacked and broke all the casks. Wine ran like blood that day, and Drooburt wept as he'd never done before. \n\nThe bandits rounded up all the skritt and Drooburt, tied them up, covered their heads with hoods, and put them on a bandit caravan heading west with a warning that if they ever returned, they'd have their eyes plucked out and their tails cut off. \n<<set $score to $score - $score>>\nDrooburt now has <<print $score>> gold.\n\n<blockquote><h3>Make a choice:</h3><ul><li>[[Drooburt tries to escape.|End]]</li><li>[[He tries to bargain with his captors.|End]]</li><li>[[He tries to threaten the bandits.|End]]</li></ul></blockquote>\n\t</td></tr></table>\n</div>
<div class="dedication_big">Dedicated to \n<em>Guild Wars 2</em> fans,\nwith love \nand best wishes for \na wonderful Wintersday.</div>