Warning: This is VERY LONG.
Wasn’t sure where exactly to put this but, as @MaraJade suggested I put a preview, I thought I’d give a small preview of the story; Paladins: Salvation and invite feedback from any who would like to read.
Background information: I actually started this a month ago, it is not a choicescript game but was being made with something similar so I could in theory convert it over. I made a topic asking about the frequency of choices in a game, the answers persuaded me that there probably isn’t a target audience for this just yet, maybe one day who knows.
So I present my first ‘three pages’ that lead to the first choice; of gender, I have continued it by presenting the ‘male’ version of that choice. - I have written a lot more than this but it’s difficult to copy an entire story/game into text format for the forums, so again, I do invite everyone to read and give me your thoughts. =)
Title: Paladins: Salvation
A paladin is one chosen directly by the gods to be their avatar in the mortal world. Salvation is a story of some of these paladins as they journey through the world on an adventure to save not just their world but the very existence of creation itself.
Will you be able to guide your heroes and the mortals of this realm to salvation? Or will you only delay the inevitable?
1.1 S - The End of the World
The harsh wind lashes out at your face, mud and water splash upwards from the rain soaked ground splattering across your legs and lower body. Branches bend with the howling wind, they grasp at you relentlessly, an extra layer of pain to endure from nature’s harsh embrace this day.
You are running, as fast as your legs will allow you to. From what, you do not know. You know not where you’re destined to go, but wherever it is; the weather and the lay of the land cares not to allow you an easy path. This forest has known your prescence for several hours now and though you seek to leave its hostile terrain, it is an unending prison pushing you in circles and directing you to the full force of the rain, wind and its natural flora.
You leap over a small fallen tree, but its remains catches your ankle and you stumble into the churning mud around it. Reaching out to steady your fall, your hand sinks deep into the ground. Wrenching it out with a disgusting squick, you stand and move forward slowly to a large tree in front of you. Taking a moment, you stand and look up to the sky through the canopy of branches.
Ravens circle above. They are unaffected by the howling wind, they appear to have no fear of the thunder and lightning that rapidly approaches your position. There is little daylight, for there is little in the sky but the blackest of clouds. It is a strange scene, for you are certain it is no later than midday. The sun should be shining… Especially in this spring season, yet the weather is the harshest of all winters. The creatures are all in hiding, no flowers bloom and no leaves stand proudly to signal the first foray of life. Just mud, bare bark and torrential rain, these are all that accompany you.
Taking a deep breath, you remember how you reached this point. Four months ago, war reached the footholds of your homeland of Tazzar’nael. On the continent, nations big and small had begun waging war amongst each other. Eventually one nation began to gain the upper hand and soon, despite the cries of politicians and military advisers across the continent, that nation cut down all that lay within its reach. All those that remained failed to co-operate. They fell swiftly until there was only your homeland left to cull.
Your uncle, smuggled you away in a small boat headed to these island nations. Here, he said, you would at least have the time to prepare to survive, if not live a normal peaceful life. Yet even that was a shot lived respite. For war has come to these islands and now, you find yourself on the run again.
The army has approached the small village you were residing in. You were lucky enough to get away, but you weren’t unseen. They are chasing you and it appears that nature herself would damn you to their company.
Lightning strikes the nearby fallen tree. A small fire burns fiercely and falters in a whimper as the rain and wind combine to extinguish it. The shouts and roars of the enemy reach your ears over the wind. It is time, time for you to run.
Turning around, you flee. A hundred small cuts along your face, the branches of the trees propelled further by the wind, rip into your flesh and clothes. But you endure, for it is now a matter of survival. Fitting weather, you think, fitting weather for the end of the world.
Something catches your ankle again. You fall; but there is no ground in your sight. In your rapid haste, you’ve run right through the top of a hill. You tumble down the hill, rolling harshly and out of the corner of your eye, you spy the largest of rocks just standing staunchly in your path. You close your eyes, for the sickening crack of your skull upon rock is only to be expected.
Upon impact, the pain is almost unbearable, your eyes bulge from their sockets. Letting out a whimper, you look to the skies but your vision is blurry and eventually the cold embraces you to a temporary sleep.
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