Build your own adventure

[robinbloke]

You are standing outside a low stone building, there is a single door on this side that looks to be made of wood and metal. Behind you a trail winds back down the hill and away into the distance. It is approaching nightfall, the sun is tinging the sky and clouds pink with it's dying rays.
What do you do?

I will write you a "build your own adventure" style story if you leave a comment, just ask for a genre and give me a brief description of yourself and then say what you want to do, the rest will unfold...

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[silja.livejournal.com]

Genre: medieval mystery/ historical novel.
Me: the me of real life, set a few hundred years back.

I knock on the door, a little hesitantly.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Summer is almost upon you but supplies are poor. The miller who lives here is said to have kept some salt back with which you could cure your meat to help your village going until the harvest is taken in, but no one has answered your calls or knocks to the door.

[silja.livejournal.com]

I wait a bit, looking around to see if I can see any signs of the miller coming up the path. The I walk around the back of the building and see if anyone is in the yard tending to the animals or maybe the miller's wife is in the kitchen round the back.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You wait, but there is noone around.
Peeping around the back you can see that the animals are all still penned, but when you appear they start to get excited and seem to be all crowding towards you. The back door to the house is closed.

[silja.livejournal.com]

I scratch the large guard dog behind the ear and pat my tigh for him to join me as I push open the back door of the mill, listening for any noise.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The dog whines quietly and pads up beside you, tail wagging slowly.
The door opens slowly, a loud creak coming from it's worn hinges. Inside the mill is a mess, bags of flour have burst, utensils are scattered over the floor and a table - which wass obviously set out for a meal - has it's contents scattered all over.
The room is silent and empty save for the groaning of the sails of the mill above you.

[silja.livejournal.com]

Hrmm... I listen for any sounds, staying completely still. I consider what to do- but as I see no bodies, msut assume the miller has either been abducted or ran away. I walk quietly to where the salt is kept and take only what I need for the village, then turn around and leave, guard dog in tow.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The dog whines as you start to leave, he turns around and sits in the doorway of the mill, his tail still. He looks around behind him and then back at you, a somewhat pathetic look on his canine face.