Start of a transcript of: valley of glass An Interactive Fiction by Devan Wardrop-Saxton Release 1 / Serial number 250828 / Inform 7 v10.1.2 Inform 7 v10.1.2 Identification number: //19434DAC-FFF7-448B-A734-5BF99C2DB4F5// Interpreter version 1.3.7 / VM 3.1.3 > about That's not a verb I recognise. >credits That's not a verb I recognise. >x me As good-looking as ever. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat (being worn) a nightgown (being worn) leather boots (being worn) >x apple A miniature silver apple, marred with a fine grey webbing of tarnish. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >x pear A miniature golden pear with a dull and pockmarked surface. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >x plum A miniature bronze plum, furred with a green patina. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >x cloth A soft scrap of flannel. >x boat You can't see any such thing. >x nightgown A plain linen nightgown, soft after so many years of wear. >x coat A heavy woolen coat made for a man twice your size. >x boots Plain leather-soled boots that first belonged to your eldest sister, then your second-eldest sister, and now you. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat (being worn) a nightgown (being worn) leather boots (being worn) >l The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >remove coat You take off the borrowed coat. >l The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >n The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >s The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >n The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >n You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >s The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >w The Boundary When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going west, toward the jagged-edged cliffs, but they rose so suddenly and so steeply that there was no hope of reaching the summit. >x cliffs Sheer, mirrored rock faces towering over the valley below. >x ridge You can't see any such thing. >w Scaling the Boundary You remember wrapping your hands and swinging yourself up onto the rock face. Handholds were few and unforgiving, but you scrapped and scrabbled until you were nearly at a height with the forest canopy. You grasped after the next hold, but there were no more holds to grasp. Your skin blistered and tore. And then you fell, a graceless slide down the smooth, mirrored face until you were back where you started. >x forest A dense, dark tangle of glittering panes for as far as the eye can see. >x rock You can't see any such thing. >w You can't go that way. >u You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >d You can't go that way. >e You shake off the memory. Now there is only continuing east, back to springtime and the early morning North Road. >l The Boundary When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going west, toward the jagged-edged cliffs, but they rose so suddenly and so steeply that there was no hope of reaching the summit. >n You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >e The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >e The Riverbank When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going east, toward the crystalline river, but its waters were so swift and so deep that there was no hope of surviving its current. >x water A silvery, south-flowing snake, flashing in and out of view through the trees. >swim That's not a verb I recognise. >e Into the Current You remember wading into the shallows. The water was cold enough to cut you, sharp and glacial even through your boots. You had barely left the bank with its bowed-over trees behind before the pain hardened into something worse: bloodlessness, your feet numb and unsteady on the pebbled riverbed. >x boots Plain leather-soled boots that first belonged to your eldest sister, then your second-eldest sister, and now you. >e You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >x feet You can't see any such thing. >x bank You can't see any such thing. >x trees It's hard to tell where one tree ends and the next begins. >se You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >l Into the Current You remember wading into the shallows. The water was cold enough to cut you, sharp and glacial even through your boots. You had barely left the bank with its bowed-over trees behind before the pain hardened into something worse: bloodlessness, your feet numb and unsteady on the pebbled riverbed. >drink water There's nothing suitable to drink here. >w You shake off the memory. Now there is only continuing west, back to springtime and the early morning North Road. >w The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >s The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >x houses From this distance they all look more or less alike, hewn from the same glassy rock and thatched with the same brittle, straw-like mirrorgrass that grows plentifully along the river. >x buildings You can't see any such thing. >l The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >x outbuildings Barns and storehouses scattered in the fields like skipping stones on ice. >w You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >enter house You can't see any such thing. >in There -- the first wisp of smoke from the forge fire, floating up and over the roofs. That's it, then. The morning has ended, and another day begun. You turn your back on the ridgeline, and return to the work ahead. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo The Village [Previous turn undone.] >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat a nightgown (being worn) leather boots (being worn) >polish apple You polish the silver apple until it gleams. >polish pear You polish the golden pear until it gleams. >polish plum You polish the bronze plum until it gleams. >x nightgown A plain linen nightgown, soft after so many years of wear. >remove it You take off the nightgown. >remove boots You take off leather boots. >n The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >e The Riverbank When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going east, toward the crystalline river, but its waters were so swift and so deep that there was no hope of surviving its current. >e What is past is past. There's no use lingering any longer in memory. >w The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >w The Boundary When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going west, toward the jagged-edged cliffs, but they rose so suddenly and so steeply that there was no hope of reaching the summit. >w What is past is past. There's no use lingering any longer in memory. >e The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >n The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >n You can't go that way. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat a nightgown leather boots >x me As good-looking as ever. >x apple A miniature silver apple, its surface smooth as glass. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >x pear A miniature golden pear that almost glows in the light. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >x plum A miniature bronze plum, glossy and bright. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >eat apple That's plainly inedible. >eat pear That's plainly inedible. >eat plu You can't see any such thing. >eat plum That's plainly inedible. >drop all silver apple: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. golden pear: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. bronze plum: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. polishing cloth: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. borrowed coat: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. nightgown: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. leather boots: You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. >s The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >s The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >in There -- the first wisp of smoke from the forge fire, floating up and over the roofs. That's it, then. The morning has ended, and another day begun. You turn your back on the ridgeline, and return to the work ahead. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo The Village [Previous turn undone.] >open apple It isn't something you can open. >s You can't go that way. >help That's not a verb I recognise. >hint That's not a verb I recognise. >in There -- the first wisp of smoke from the forge fire, floating up and over the roofs. That's it, then. The morning has ended, and another day begun. You turn your back on the ridgeline, and return to the work ahead. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > quit