Your esteemed master, Elkin Woods, the greatest of the swordmasters has died following a tragic case of skill issue, catapulting you to go on a daring quest to avenge him!
Just one problem… You have no skill, and this cursed vambrace latched to your arm is speedrunning you to a swift demise! Oh my!
|What’s it about?|
A 100% typical revenge story set in a 100% typical fantasy setting. A piece of work that becomes (much like my sanity as I’m coding this game) progressively more deranged as time goes on.
There used to be three of us, now, I am alone. All alone with spaghetti code. Crying. Silently.
|About my writing|
I have a tendency to describe scenes swiftly in a very abstract manner, focusing less on visual descriptions and more on vivid sensations in my storytelling.
I also have a tendency to put terrible puns here and there. So be warned.
|The World and Scope|
The world is set in a post-apocalyptic fantasy setting. The same that can be found in my first attempt of an IF, i.e Runeward.
Unlike my first IF though, the scope is much smaller, focusing on a very small spot in the world, the City of Rubold, a city like any other.
|What you should expect?|
It can be absurd, it can be horrific, it can also sometimes be quite wholesome.
One thing is certain, there will be exploration!
Lauren of Marketh
“I am but a slave to my innate desire.”
-Lauren explaining why he bought a solid gold piss-pot.
The final boss of the game, your typical dragon-human hybrid. He is the leader of the Polanx, colloquially know also as Lauren’s Battalion, a man with a very dark past that’s buried deep beneath layers of cheefulness and politeness. Lock your fridge or he’ll raid your hoard. Will actually kill you.
“You know, that look of yours… It reminds me alot of my father. He was pious, he was determined, he was a good man. I HATED my father.”
-Roark “least unhinged elven” Onager.
With an explosive personality matching his unyielding strikes and wielding access to a seemingly endless stockpile of health-potions, he has taken it his life mission to beat the skill deficiency out of your system, molding you into a walking, talking, killing machine. He’s an Elven of simple taste with great passion for gardening. Note: Try not to critique his plants unless you want to be turn into a meat pinata.
“We provide the cheapest and most ethical mercenary service in the market.”
-Cecillia promoting her 100% wholesome para-military organization.
The de-facto leader and quartermaster of the Polanx, a charming and exceptionally caring (for monetary gains) individual, you can rest assured that when things get heated she will be the first to go, and the first to check up on folks once its jover.
Hailey of Byyrrk
-Hailey giving a profound, life-changing response to the player.
A knowledgeable fellow, possessing know-how on matters from botany to civil engineering. She is your friendly neighborhood halfing; always around, always ready to lend a hand. She doesn’t speak nor expresses herself very much, and that’s absolutely fine.
“I won’t die, you can trust me.”
-Alder trying not to die challenge (impossible)
The eldest of your master’s son who just like you is on a mission to avenge his father. Kindness is rarely given to him, and yet he bestows it to others nonetheless. The best source for free heals in the game, so make sure he doesn’t die.
“I got potions if you got the coins.”
-Phillia Rayde, certified masta potion maker and seller.
The meek will be strong. The ignorant shall be enlightened. And those without purpose? They will find their lives fullfilled. No-one brews potions like Phillia does! This comment is sponsored by Phillia Pharma™.
|Here’s the demo|
- All feedback are appreciated. The bad, the good, I’ll wholeheartedly accept!
- A fair warning, don’t expect frequent updates. I work 6 days a week . I’m just doing this for fun
- Will there be ROs? No. Why? I just don’t feel like it.
>3000+ words added, mostly me polishing scenes here and there tho. (Book is now 15,000+ words)
0.1—“Choking The Dragon”
>12,000+ words added.