Wisptail
C:>a:
Insert floppy into a:
C:>a:
A:>cd wisptail
A:Wisptail>start wisptail.exe
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WISPTAIL © 1986, BLACKMORE STUDIOS, INC. GC AUS.
Welcome back adventurer!
Would you like to CONTINUE, start a NEW GAME, or QUIT?
>new game
Name your character:
>michael
Your journey is ready to begin!
Prologue
Deep in the forests of Ajur a small ring of moss-covered stones lay bedded upon brown and amber leaves in a forgotten grove. Above, an intertwining of ancient oak crowds the sky allowing only the silver glimmers of a perpetual twilight to illuminate a sight that no mortal eye has witnessed in an age. A verdant energy, old as the earth, shimmers in the air above the stones like a mirage; an energy given the name of Wisptail by the druids, yet rarely seen even by they who are best versed in the magic of the forests.
Beyond the grove a single pulsing light grows closer, its pale blue beams reaching through the tangled foliage like fingers of morning sky. It effortlessly weaves its way past tree and vine until it enters the penetralium, moving to hover at the edge of the stone circle. No sooner has it arrived then other lights begin to emerge from the forest, some of the same pale blue, others in yellow, pink, and green. Each light enters in its own time and takes its place around the circle until there are several dozen circling the stones in concentric rings.
At some signal imperceptible to mortal senses, they beginning a dance, flying sideways in their circles, one ring clockwise, the next counter-clockwise, a hum emanating until it comes to resemble the wind. The Wisptail starts to glow with the light of the coloured wisps, creating a rainbow miasma that showers the surrounding woods with a hue unnatural to this clime, or any other of the Earth. Something is being summoned through the ring, for a purpose only the creatures of the forest know...
Chapter 1
You emerge from the Wisptail and fall to the ground in the centre of the ring of stones. You had been dreaming of the forest and the wisps until the point of summoning when suddenly the dream ended with you being the actual subject of their summoning! You look up and see that colour has been drained from the wisps during their summoning, revealing within each dying light a faerie, dully reflected in the silvered gloom, small wings humming imperceptibly. They do not speak, perhaps knowing their tongue is alien to you. Instead they all, as if controlled by a single puppeteer, point into forest behind you.
>why am I here
The faerie’s do not respond, but point again in the same direction.
>look behind
At first you see only the denseness of the forest and cannot make anything out that distinguishes it from any other direction. Eventually your eyes adjust to the twilight and you make out a faint trace of smoke rising through a gap in the canopy. A vague glimpse of sun indicates this direction is East. Seemingly satisfied, the faerie’s start to disperse and leave you alone on the forest floor.
>help
The faerie’s have dispersed and you are alone in the forest. No one can hear you.
>look
You are in a grove surrounded by a ring of stones, just as in your dream.
>look west
The forest is dense with oak and vine.
...
Insert floppy into a:
C:>a:
A:>cd wisptail
A:Wisptail>start wisptail.exe
Loading… %100
WISPTAIL © 1986, BLACKMORE STUDIOS, INC. GC AUS.
Welcome back adventurer!
Would you like to CONTINUE, start a NEW GAME, or QUIT?
>new game
Name your character:
>michael
Your journey is ready to begin!
Prologue
Deep in the forests of Ajur a small ring of moss-covered stones lay bedded upon brown and amber leaves in a forgotten grove. Above, an intertwining of ancient oak crowds the sky allowing only the silver glimmers of a perpetual twilight to illuminate a sight that no mortal eye has witnessed in an age. A verdant energy, old as the earth, shimmers in the air above the stones like a mirage; an energy given the name of Wisptail by the druids, yet rarely seen even by they who are best versed in the magic of the forests.
Beyond the grove a single pulsing light grows closer, its pale blue beams reaching through the tangled foliage like fingers of morning sky. It effortlessly weaves its way past tree and vine until it enters the penetralium, moving to hover at the edge of the stone circle. No sooner has it arrived then other lights begin to emerge from the forest, some of the same pale blue, others in yellow, pink, and green. Each light enters in its own time and takes its place around the circle until there are several dozen circling the stones in concentric rings.
At some signal imperceptible to mortal senses, they beginning a dance, flying sideways in their circles, one ring clockwise, the next counter-clockwise, a hum emanating until it comes to resemble the wind. The Wisptail starts to glow with the light of the coloured wisps, creating a rainbow miasma that showers the surrounding woods with a hue unnatural to this clime, or any other of the Earth. Something is being summoned through the ring, for a purpose only the creatures of the forest know...
Chapter 1
You emerge from the Wisptail and fall to the ground in the centre of the ring of stones. You had been dreaming of the forest and the wisps until the point of summoning when suddenly the dream ended with you being the actual subject of their summoning! You look up and see that colour has been drained from the wisps during their summoning, revealing within each dying light a faerie, dully reflected in the silvered gloom, small wings humming imperceptibly. They do not speak, perhaps knowing their tongue is alien to you. Instead they all, as if controlled by a single puppeteer, point into forest behind you.
>why am I here
The faerie’s do not respond, but point again in the same direction.
>look behind
At first you see only the denseness of the forest and cannot make anything out that distinguishes it from any other direction. Eventually your eyes adjust to the twilight and you make out a faint trace of smoke rising through a gap in the canopy. A vague glimpse of sun indicates this direction is East. Seemingly satisfied, the faerie’s start to disperse and leave you alone on the forest floor.
>help
The faerie’s have dispersed and you are alone in the forest. No one can hear you.
>look
You are in a grove surrounded by a ring of stones, just as in your dream.
>look west
The forest is dense with oak and vine.
...