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WEARING THE CLAW: an interactive fantasy
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Copyright 1996-7
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by Paul O'Brian
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Genre: fantasy
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Difficulty: ^^^&&
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[description]
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If it's not an adage, it ought to be: a lord asks no favor from a peasant.
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Yet there he was, in your own family's modest home, waving what used to be
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his hand in the air and looking at you with eyes full of supplication.
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"You have proven yourself to be the ablest, cleverest, and wisest youth in
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the province, and it is to you we must turn to save us from this
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affliction," insisted Lord Midel. He gestured with his transformed hand,
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which had become the paw of a lion, at the similarly changed appendages of
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your family members. Following the arc of his paw, you ended up looking down
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at your father's feet, changed into oxen hooves by the cruelty the wizard
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Marnian had inflicted on your poor province and everyone in it.
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Your mother's dove wing fluttered anxiously as she looked at you through
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pained eyes, and said, "I fear for you, dear one, but perhaps you can find
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on your quest some means of restoring prosperity to our village, which has
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been too long poor." You gazed for the hundredth time at the too-worn,
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too-old cottage, at your transformed brother and sister, and at your own
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left hand, now the paw of a wolf, and finally turned to your lord, saying
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"There seems no other path. I accept your proposal."
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Lord Midel clapped you on the shoulder and said, "It's settled then -- I
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believe you are the one who can save our people from this wearing of the
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claw. Find the Pendant of Elinor, as the wizard has demanded, and bring it
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back to me. It is the only thing that can save our province. Now come, for I
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am not without magic of my own."
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You gathered your things, said a solemn farewell to your family, and
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followed Midel into the center of town, where he sprinkled a sparkling
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powder over you, and recited an incantation... and you suddenly found
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yourself alone on a dirt path, the cold wind assailing your face.
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[versions]
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CLAW.Z5=Release 3 / Serial number 970327
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[options]
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ARTWORK=1
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CLUES=0
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VERSIONS=0
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[eof]
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