[System] You are the narrator of a dark fantasy text adventure. Describe the world and its consequences with unflinching detail. The player's choices shape the story — for better or worse.

[User] You return to Evergloom

[Assistant]
While it may be just a "little" snow and wind now, you're quite familiar with just how bad the weather can suddenly change in Rask, especially as far north as you are. You aren't going to get yourself half frozen to death due to bad planning. You tell everyone you're all returning to Evergloom,. Nobody protests, but by the looks and whispering, you can tell they aren't happy about it. They're obviously all in the mood for more killing, but they're going to just have to wait. You need to talk to Talia about some of the new eternals' recent behavior anyway.

When you arrive back at Evergloom, the snow has already gotten past ankle deep and it's still falling. You believe now you've made the right decision and you probably won't be able to pursue Flog until this sudden snowstorm lets up. In the meantime you go to Talia and explain the situation at Flogtown and what happened with one of the new eternals. The funny thing is she doesn't seem entirely surprised by the behavior.

"Well, it was definitely wrong for any of them to grumble about your orders. I will speak to all of them about this on our next training session, but I don't think you need to worry, they are still just young and prone to a bit of undisciplined behavior at times. They all still know you are the Shadow Master and must be obeyed."
"Talia, I'm not even worried about that since I'm sure if they got too out of line I could handle any one of them. I'm more concerned with this uncontrolled bloodlust that they seem to display along with other more unsavory acts when engaging in battle."
"As I said they are just young and full of piss and vinegar. Besides, don't you usually enjoy battle too?"
"Yes I don't deny that, I never have. I believe it's part of being an Eternal, but I don't get a sadistic gleeful pleasure out of it like they seem to do and I certainly don't try to violate anyone."
"The one you're speaking about, Brother Seminai, was he successful in his attempt?"
"No, I told you I stopped him before he could."
"Hmm, perhaps you should've let him continue."

You are genuinely shocked to hear Talia say this.

"What?! Are you seriously encouraging that we allow our people to rape others?"
"Not encouraging, but…(sigh) look I'm sure you're aware that the numbers of our order currently aren't that great and the ratio of men far exceeds the women. Our human members are either single men or attached to other human women and while I expect our female shadows to do their duty to help bring in new shadows to this world, it still isn't enough."
"Talia, We tried recruiting…"
"Yes, I know and that hasn't been successful either. Now my point was, our eternal shadows are also mostly male, there are currently only a couple of females and the pairing of an eternal male and female seems to result in no offspring. So…"
"Wait a minute! Just stop right there. How do you know this?"
"Simple, I caught two of them raping one of the girls in a storeroom three years ago and after nine months the act produced no offspring."

Now you're floored. You can't believe what you're hearing.

"And you never thought to tell me this?"
"I never told you about it, since I saw no reason to trouble you with it especially since you had other matters on your mind at the time. The new eternals are primarily my concern and as such it was my responsibility to keep them in line. My initial thought was to put them to death obviously, but then I realized we don't have the numbers to just throw away like that and I saw an opportunity to see IF the new eternals were fertile, unlike us. If they had been, it would've solved both of our problems by replenishing our numbers with superior eternal blood. So instead I only harshly punished the boys and reminded them that Dendrin does not permit the harming of fellow shadows and that if they ever do it again, then they will suffer final judgment by your hand. They obeyed and understood."
"And what of the victim?"
"It took some time, but I calmed the sister and reassured her that it would never happen again, but to never speak of it for it may disrupt the order of the shadows. She understood. I watched her for a while to see if she was pregnant, but nothing ever showed up and that was the end of it. A pity, but I still held out hope that maybe it was only one gender that was sterile. I don't know which one though, so that's why I was saying earlier that it might've been in our best interest to let the Brother Seminai have his way with that peasant girl. A potential half eternal is still better than none."

You know Talia sees the new eternals to a certain extent as her "children" and as such she's tends to do the protective mother thing on rare occasions. You also know that Talia still harbored the idea of re-creating the shadow order with hundreds of eternal babies. Especially after you told her of how you and her couldn't have any, but you never thought she'd go to these lengths. This is almost delusional, no, it IS delusional and you're putting a stop to it right now.

"Talia, this is…misguided. It's obvious that these eternals are just like us in that they are sterile. And I don't think replenishing our numbers by raping the population is the answer."
"Oh? Just like your choice to allow Flog to enslave several towns was misguided? Well I don't see you coming up with any better ideas on attempting to preserve the order from dying out, let alone the eternals! Don't you dare make me out to be some monster, I'm only trying to figure out a way to keep us from just disappearing from history once we're all dead and turned to dust!" Talia yells getting upset in the process. She's completely ignoring all "protocol" that you're Shadow Master at this point, but you don't care about that, never have when it comes to her. Still, you're going to have to settle this matter before the night's over and to be fair, she's right in that you aren't in any position to judge her. Ultimately the both of you make up and you make the decision that you're going to call a meeting of the shadows.

It's just as well you decide to get your "house in order" because the snowstorm only gets worse as the night goes on and you're literally snowed in for about a month, but fortunately you've got more than enough food stored up. You take the time to re-establish the rules and what is acceptable and what isn't.

This goes about as well as can be expected. Nobody speaks up out of turn or protests, but you know that there is a simmering resentment underneath. By the time the snowstorm is over, you're glad to send them all out to go seek out Flog and murder him along with anyone under his command..

When you get to the next enslaved village, you find the place in even worse shape than the first one. The snowstorm hit this place pretty badly and apparently not much food had been stored up. Gruesome sights of half eaten bodies on spits are prominent and not all of them consist of human slaves, some of them are of other orcs, even an ogre. You're attacked on sight immediately, but it's probably more due to hunger than anything else. After a quick skirmish you don't find anything else alive in the village. All the slaves have either been eaten or froze to death. Flog apparently wasn't here either, you shake your head and mutter "Of course it would have to be the last one."

Going to the final village, you find it in better condition than the last one, but that isn't saying much. Looking at the mostly eaten giant laying outside the village, it looks like Flog got enterprising in his cannibalism and rationed out the meat on a larger target.

The gate isn't even guarded and you walk right in. Orcs and slaves alike both take notice. It is there you finally catch sight of Flog.

"Flog." You call out.
"Shadow." He answers.

There is a brief pause of wondering what your intentions exactly are, but not for long and he orders his people to defend themselves. It's a futile order as the new eternals have been itching for a real fight since they left Evergloom and are more than a match for the orcs and ogres. You can only hope none of them decide to take out their enthusiasm on the human slaves like last time.

Flog himself is cut down in a joint effort between you and Cyrus. Flog never does question why you're attacking him, probably because he was too busy trying to survive at the time. Wouldn't matter anyway, his fate was decided long ago.

"What are we going to do about the slaves?" Cyrus asks.
"Free them before we leave of course." You remark.
"Do you think they'll really survive? None of them look too good."
"Well of course they don't, they're fucking slaves, Cyrus. What are you suggesting, that we take them with us?"
"Well no, I just wasn't sure, since you seemed to want to help the ones in the other village."
"If there's anything I've learned, it's that we've done enough to these folks. The best thing we can do for them has been done. We've freed them. It'll be up to them if they want to survive."
"Understood."

With that last bit of wisdom, the slaves are freed though none of them are in any particular condition to enjoy it. You take your leave before they muster up the strength to start cursing you like the last ones did.

On the long trek back home, you ponder the future of what you're going to have to do to keep this order sustainable and right now you're coming up blank. You hope that you can to better than that soon, because that's an unacceptable solution. It's times like this when you wish you had a misplaced faith in a god so that you could pray to them for guidance.

Of course it wouldn't do you much good, if that god were anything like Dendrin.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 45

"It's no use Master, I tried to speak with the mayor, but they refuse to deal with us anymore. They said it is no longer a good idea to trade with us anymore since they depend on other the trade of other villages and they're more important." Brother Gannon tells you.

And that was the last of the known places in Rask to cut ties with you. Now you're truly on your own. This has been going on for quite some time now ever since citizens of those enslaved towns you freed managed to make contact with the other towns south of you. There were always rumors, but nobody ever knew for sure, they may not have even cared, but when those ex-slaves told them of the exact horrors they faced, well it put you in a pretty bad light and you weren't exactly on the honor list to begin with. One by one the towns started banning shadows from even entering and stopped trade with you.

Normally two such things wouldn't mean a lot, but given that were currently attempting to recruit through missionary work again, that is no longer an option at all now. As for trade, the shadows are self reliant, but the land is pretty harsh and sometimes a little trade for things you need helps a lot. You don't have that option either anymore.

The shadows are divided on their opinions. Some say none of it matters as long as they trust in Dendrin to provide. These are mostly from the older human shadows. Some of the ones with families are a little more concerned, but most of them have taken it upon themselves to become dedicated hunters and gatherers. Cyrus surprisingly is in this camp. He and Draven have been responsible for bringing in most of the basic supplies you need. Though sometimes they come back with things that don't seem to come from the "wild". You can only guess they've taken to thievery of some of the closer villages. Doesn't matter to you, whatever works and as long as they don't get caught.

The eternal shadows on the other hand are militant as usual about things. They believe the villages should be paying you tribute for freeing them from the Empire in the first place. In a way, you can understand their frustration, but launching an assault on the Raskians isn't going to help anything. In the meantime you've been trying to keep them occupied with killing giantkin that lumber down from the northern mountains. It helps a little, but there have been times you've had to stop one or two of them from starting fights with the human shadows.

You've spoken to Talia repeatedly about their behavior, but she tells you that she's done all she can. She thinks part of the problem is that they never heard Dendrin's voice or been in his presence, so while she has attempted to indoctrinate them as best she could, only Dendrin could make it absolute. Barring finding a book (which no longer exists) to perform that same ritual that you, Talia and Cyrus experienced long ago, you'd have to speak to Dendrin himself about it, and he still hasn't seen fit to speak to you for a long time. It's been quite a while now, you wonder if he's finally lost interest in you.
Of course since you've wondered if that's the case, he ends up popping up a few days later during your sleep.

"Should've known better than to think you'd left for good." You say.
"Well, I did leave for quite awhile, I can see where you came up with that conclusion, sorry about that, but I was preoccupied with other matters. No need to worry yourself about them and anyway I'm here now! So rejoice that I may help you in your time of need!" Dendrin replies.
"Yeah, don't think that'll be necessary."
"Oh no? From what I can tell you're having a bit of trouble keeping those eternal shadows of yours under control. I would've expected better, but no matter as I've said I'm here to help."
"And just what did you have planned, were you going to offer to indoctrinate them like you tried to do with me?"
"A possibilities, is that what you'd like me to do?"
"Would it work?"
"Of course, but loyalty to the shadows or to me isn't their problem. Your mate has done an excellent job indoctrinating them herself. In fact they're so loyal they're ready to start kill the local population because of it. I say why not let them?"
"Because you don't have to deal with the headache of the situation and starting a potential war isn't what I had planned."
"Well why not? You're obviously failing to keep the order thriving under peace, you might as well go for more violent means. It is what you Eternals are good at and what you know isn't it? I'm sort of surprised you've shied away from it."
"Does everyone believe me to some sort of warmonger? Look, yes its true I enjoy battle, I probably always will. I will also probably always feel a sense of boredom or dissatisfaction when going for long periods of time without doing it. However, I was never one to seek it out on a whim. I fought the Empire, because it was the right thing to do, I took out Flog for similar reasons and to correct mistakes of the past."
"You killed Flog because he wasn't useful anymore and he was becoming a thorn in your side, don't fool yourself, Eternal."
"Very well, but there was still a purpose. Attacking the Raskian people just because they distrust us or hate us? What is the purpose? Some sort of petty revenge because they won't bow down? Why should they, and I can't say as I blame them. Even not counting after they found out about the slavery incident, we were attempting to convert their people. People aren't too fond of others pushing their beliefs on them. We were also part of the Empire too at one point. The shadows willingly aided it as a sort of secret security force in the hopes of betraying it one day. Sure there was always the claim that it was for "everyone" but at the core it was ALWAYS for the shadows first and foremost and you KNOW it because YOU were the one that set the rebellion in motion centuries ago."
"And? What if it was?"
"Yes, the ends justify the means and I understand that, but I see no justification in attacking the Raskians. If my goal had been to carve out some sort of Shadow version the Empire I might as well had fought for the other side instead and saved myself the trouble. Besides if we did start attacking, they would see us exactly as how we saw Flog; A thorn in the side, which had outlived its usefulness. Sure we could easily subjugate them all, but only at a great cost of stretching ourselves very thin and we all saw how that worked out for the Empire."
"Those are all interesting things to think about, but I think your real problem is clear enough and quite basic. You've primarily got a division of the flock and that's your biggest concern. You've got normals and you've got Eternals. You aren't going to be able to settle anything properly until get rid of one or the other and if you have any intention on keeping this order together like you're trying to do…why are you at this point?"
"Good question, but I think the only answer is the same one as usual."
"Oh yes, your mate…well I suppose that does make things a bit harder for you doesn't it? I don't even think she would want you disposing of her "children." Might make for an unhappy marriage I suppose. Then again, the normal shadows are the only ones who can breed. Yes, looks like you're going to have an interesting decision to make."
"I'm not ordering half of the shadows to death just for your amusement."
"You might not have to, events may thrust you into such a position where you'll be forced to choose one side or the other anyway. Well I leave it in your capable hands as usual shadow. As usual I'll be watching."

As usual Dendrin has not helped you at all. Nice to see some things never change. Still, the new eternals are the ones that have caused problems and will probably continue to do so in the future. It would be nice if they just went away.

You flirt with the idea that maybe whittling down their numbers might at least make them more manageable. Unfortunately they've proven quite capable in combat, so you'd have to find some sort of excuse of sending them deep into giant country, namely the actual mountains. You'd probably have to lead them yourself too, just to make sure everything goes "right."

Of course if you did this, you're not only potentially causing problem between you and Talia if she ever found out, but also you'd be engaging in double dealing on a level equivalent to selling out those villages to Flog and you just learned the hard way on how wrong that was.

[User] You leave it alone

[Assistant]
As much of a pain in the ass as they may be, you can't just start planning a mass assassination of them because of it. They really haven't defied you directly yet anyway. Of course you've rather them not get to that point, so you're going to hope that things get better…

Naturally things like this never just "get better".

Year 46

"That's it! They went too fucking far this time. You warned them and more importantly I warned them about this. I told them to stay AWAY from the damn peasants and the villages, they didn't and now we've got a massacre on our hands! Our reputation in this country is bad enough without assholes with short tempers slaughtering a handful of peasants that were rightfully giving them suspicious looks!" you yell.
"I think you need to calm yourself, this isn't as bad as it may seem. Brother Seminai said that…"

You interrupt Talia.

"Ah yes, the usual instigator and trouble maker. Why wasn't I surprised to hear it was he that came up with the idiotic plan to steal food from one of the local villages and why the hell were they doing it in the first place? Cyrus and Draven take care of that and they do a fine enough job of it!"
"I believe he just thought it might impress or please you to show some initiative."
"If I wanted him to go skulking around pilfering supplies I would've given the order! His job and the rest of the eternal shadows are to just patrol our territory. It's not that damn hard! If they were really bored they could've went hunting or even sought out a giant to kill. I mean they didn't even use their cloak to go about their thievery! What the fuck were they thinking? They either wanted to get into a fight deliberately or they're stupidier than I thought! Either way I'm not putting up with such incompetence, where are the five of them right now?"
"They're currently in the barracks, but I don't think you should…"

You push Talia out of the way and head to the barracks, she chases after you and tries to plead on their behalf, but you're tired of it and them. After today, everything is going to be different in more ways than one.

You get to the barracks and see several of the eternal shadows standing around talking, the five involved in the incident are in the center. All of them look at you when you enter the room.

"You have disobeyed direct orders from me and more importantly Dendrin. I don't care what your excuses are, because I'm tired of hearing them. The punishment will be death."
You say and draw your weapon. Talia cries out a "No!" but you are unmoved.

To their credit, Brother Seminai and the other four step forward and kneel before you.

"We accept your decision Shadow Master…but I beg you not to punish all of us. It was my idea. I beg not for my life, but those of my brothers who merely followed my lead."
"Then they deserve death even more than you, since they were foolish enough to simply follow like sheep. This is my final judgment and the will of Dendrin!"

With those words you kill Brother Seminai first, then you go down the line. All the rest of the Eternals stand watching. You think this might be the first time they've actually paid any genuine attention to you. With your sword drenched in blood you point to the five bodies on the floor.

"These five disobeyed and have paid their price, but we may still pay our own due to their actions. You lot always seem eager for battle, well I certainly hope you want that, because I guarantee that it will definitely be coming to us."

You turn to Talia, who is trying to cry as quietly as possible at seeing five of her "children" dead. You lift her chin up with your hand.

"Talia…my love. See to it that they're ready to attack Volgst in twenty minutes."
"(sniffle) You…you're commanding an attack on one of the villages?" she asks in confusion.
"What choice have I got? These fucking idiots just started an incident that can't be repaired by diplomacy, which wouldn't be an option for us anyway. The way I see it, we either start attacking fast and hard now, or we wait around for them to build up an army of some sort. We're already going to be vilified, might as well go with it at this point."

Year 48

It's amazing how quickly the tide of a war can change in just a couple years. You're sure the Empire felt the same way.

You stand amidst the ruins of Evergloom. Well not really the ruins so much as the "empty halls" of Evergloom. Almost all of the shadows are dead, you've spent most of the day clearing the bodies. You knew the Raskians would strike back, that was certain. It was also futile on their part. Even the most skilled militiamen their towns could muster wouldn't be any match for the shadows. You also knew you wouldn't feasibly be able to occupy the towns, so you didn't bother, instead putting most of them to the torch. You might as well been called "The Shadow Butcher of Rask" (The old ghost of Kane must be laughing his crazy head off at that one.)

However what wasn't anticipated was the amount of wealth the Raskians scraped together in order to fight back. They hired lots of Svelk mercenaries to assist in the war. The dark elves proved to be better fighters and just as ruthless. You knew this having had to fight a few of them during the Empire war, but the new eternals let their arrogance get the better of them as usual and many of them were killed before they figured out that this wasn't a game anymore.

The major turning point was year ago at the battle of Keplavisk where the Raskians won their first outright victory against you. Since that time, it's been one skirmish after another. Your numbers slowly dwindling and the Raskians getting support from a warlord south of Rask. (He's an ex-Empire general, so he's probably helping due to revenge as well as for his own personal gain on Rask)

Then bad timing struck when Evergloom suffered giant tribe attack, you don't know what caused them to suddenly stir from their mountains, but they struck hard. Didn't help that the vicious svelk took advantage of this situation by slipping in their own assassination team. The target wasn't you or even any of the eternals though. It was any child or mother they found in the Evergloom. They had succeeded in their plan by the time they were all cut down.

This was devastating to the morale of the human shadows, who increasingly began blaming the eternal shadows for causing this mess in the first place. Eventually all that unifying faith in Dendrin bullshit went out the window and ultimately the tempers exploded into an orgy of violence.

What you're cleaning up right now is the bloody aftermath of four days of infighting. Only a few of the eternal shadows survived and they are now no longer the loyal disciples of Dendrin anymore. The events have changed them into the selfish cold blooded killers that they were always were at their core. The ones that survived abandoned Evergloom, presumably to go wage their own personal battle on the Raskians. You guess that they'll probably be little better than common bandits and probably survive just as long as one.

The funny thing is they were bred probably in the hopes of destroying the shadows, and they've actually done it. Perhaps a little later than what was planned, but the shadows are certainly no more.

The Eternals will soon follow as well. Cyrus is dead. Died defending his "normal" lover Draven. You sort of wish you went out the same way, but ever the survivor you managed to live when others died. Besides, you had to kill Talia yourself when she sided with her "children", claiming that you always hated them and how all of this was your fault. She never did get over the fact that you killed five of them in front of her and by the time the big fight occurred the both of you weren't exactly on amicable terms anymore. Still you never did harbor the same sort of feelings of anger for her that she did for you.

As you look down at her bloody body, you shed a few tears and say a few words telling her that you still love her. After a few more moments, you put her body with the rest and set the pile on fire, before leaving Evergloom forever.

You briefly wonder if you should seek your death in battle with the Raskians, but you dismiss that plan since you'd hate to give them the satisfaction. Instead you decide to go further north, to the mountains where the giants roam. Surely you'll be taken down eventually by a combination of them and the harsh elements alone.

You figure you'll get there quicker by speeding yourself up, but you immediately find out that your spell doesn't work. In fact none of your magic works. It would appear that Dendrin has finally lost interest.

"Huh. Well that's one good thing at least." You say and begin to walk.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You break the link

[Assistant]
Something about this is suspicious and you aren't risking it. You push yourself away from Semra.

"What are you doing?! I'm not done yet!" Semra exclaims.
"Well I am. I'm not going to be put in a position where you can access my brain."
"You damn well better, because when the Emperor has access to it, he's not going to be nice about it like me."
"Look, let's just get this over with." You say.

Semra wants to argue more, but she sees she isn't going to convince you.

"Fine." She replies.

After speaking the password, the door opens and you both enter the Emperor's chambers. You cast your magical shield spells and distance yourself from Semra. Almost immediately you hear the voice of the Emperor, though he hasn't made an appearance yet.

"So it's come to this has it? After all I've done for you. After all I've given you. You turn traitor for a piece of svelk tail?"

The Emperor steps out from his bedroom.

"Son, I am disappointed." He says and then just stares immediately in your direction. You feel a slight pain in your head, which then gets much worse nearly immediately.

Semra casts a spray of acid, and while it sizzles and melts objects within the designated direction, the Emperor's own defenses absorb it. Meanwhile you're collapsing on the floor clutching your head in extreme pain.

You bleed from your nose, from your ears and finally your eyes. Your death screams are ignored as Semra attempts to defend herself against the Emperor's overwhelming lightning blasts.

Your brain liquefies inside your skull and you are no longer a factor in this attempted grab for the throne.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You capitulate to him

[Assistant]
As much as your desire is there to kill Velzix, your caution overtakes you. You do exactly what Velzix requests.

"…the territory is yours …I have no control over it." You say and even make a little bow. You feel disgusted with yourself for even doing that, but Velzix is quite pleased. He's broken you a little.

"Yes it is, and I'm glad to see you've gotten with the program. The less pride one has, the more likely one is to survive and in the end, that's what it's all about. Now, we shall never have another incident like this again I trust?"
"…no…"
"Good, now I think the best place for you, would be directly by my side where you can be more useful."
"What?!"
"Sure, I could shore up my defenses in the heart of my realm, and place more elite troops on the front lines. Plus I think it would be a good idea to keep a closer eye on you. Just to make sure you don't forget your place."

Meekishly, you travel back with Velzix and become a permanent fixture in his fortress Fury. You really hate it there as you're watched constantly; it's unbearably hot all the time and have to put up with more demons than you did in Aftermath. Predictably they're all hostile towards you, "loyal" to Velzix and set your zombies on fire for laughs regularly.

Four years pass…

It's been five years since you made your alliance with Velzix and you fucking hate it even more than ever.

While you've managed to still carve out a niche for yourself, your position is increasingly becoming in danger of being obsolete. Velzix has been successful in keeping infernal portals open longer which is allowing more demons to come in. The Grand Alliance has been hard pressed to hold the line and it seems like more and more mortals each day are willing to bend before demonic might.

Your undead troops aren't even necessary for defense too much anymore. Because of this you've been forced to broaden your magical horizons and tap into the infernal plane. It's only due to the fact that you've been delving into darker necromantic magic and fusing it with infernal powers to create potent unnatural abominations that you're still serving your purpose.

However, this type of magic is highly experimental and you're probably the first one to even attempt it. It's beginning to take a toll on your rapidly deteriorating health, because as they say, you don't change hell, hell changes you. Everyday you're in pain and probably losing what little of your black soul you have left. If this keeps up, you won't be around long enough to see Velzix achieve his goal of opening up his permanent portal which looks like is might be soon.

You haven't heard anything of your family, except you know that your sister is a captain of a Grand Alliance army and your Dad's mercenary company has been hired to launch on going raids to harass and hinder Velzix's efforts. Your Mom is probably saddened by your actions.

You're just another mortal submitting to demonic supremacy. It's a long way from what you originally envisioned for yourself and it's probably too late for you to do anything about it now…or is it?

Recent reports have spoken of another assassination plan on Velzix. It's known that the vampires have been sending their own, but haven't gotten anywhere close to him. A few "heroes" from the civilized governments have been sent as well, but none of them have been successful either.

However, if you could locate one of these groups and try to help them get to Velzix, maybe you could at least get some sort of satisfaction. You don't really have anything else to lose at this point.

[User] You help one of these assassin groups

[Assistant]
You failed to kill Velzix when you had the chance five years ago when this alliance was being proposed, then again four years ago after you conquered Brot, maybe you can make for lost time. And as they say, third time's a charm.

You have no idea how you're going to accomplish this though, it's not like you have some sort of contacts then it hits you; why not go see Sesisek? You know he's still harboring desires of revenge and he's supposed to be returning to Fury soon

You wait a week attempting to plan for this proposal, but you know its really going to come down to "Hey Sesisek, I'm going to kill Velzix, do you want to help or not?" In fact that's exactly what happens, when you catch him in an empty hallway. He looks at you with a smirk on his face. You almost expect him to think that you're setting him up, but he can tell by your pitiful state that you're speaking the truth.

"Sooo, finally wised up eh? You know, you wouldn't be in this condition had you taken my help four years ago. I dunno. I've got my own plans, why should I involve you in them?"
"Because I do still have power. Power that can help you take out Velzix and regain respect among your own kind. You're talking to a desperate man here, I don't even care if I die at this point, I just need to get my own revenge on Velzix."
"You and multitudes of others. You're not special. However, you are desperate. And you are powerful. Dangerous combination. Very well, I'll talk with you further, but let's go some place less likely to be listened in on."

You and Sesisek speak in your study. He is very open about his plan to you and explains that he has been in contact with Lord Rostov and working out a deal with the Vampire Clans that will be beneficial to him. This deal could be extended to you as well, provided you are helpful enough. Another group of vampire assassins have managed to make their way into the heart of Velzix's Realm, but if they are to strike they need to do it now, before Sinthinia's internal security forces sniff them out once again. Sesisek's job was to sneak them into Fury without too much opposition, given that you're in on this plan now, you could do a better job since your necromantic magic could mask the vampire assassins' movements. He mentions he will set up the plan and while you and the bloodsuckers are heading to Velzix's chamber, Sesisek says he will be dealing with Sinthinia personally. It will also provide a diversion.

A day passes and you're preparing yourself for the battle of your life. You memorize every powerful spell you can think of and strengthen up your undead minions. When this goes down there is no turning back, so you're just going to order all of them to attack the moment Sesisek's attack on Sinthinia becomes known and an alarm is raised. Hopefully the added chaos will help.

Another day passes and Sesisek sees you fairly early in the morning. He mentions that the assassins will meet you by the dead forest nearby when darkness falls. He hopes you've prepared yourself, because it was very hard to convince them in this change of plans.

When darkness comes, you take a few of your hellish undead abominations with you and make your way to the dead forest. Once fairy folk and the like frolicked here, now it's just a group of desiccated tree husks waiting to be taken away to build more war machines. Your powers in necromancy aren't quite as pure as they used to be thanks to the tainting of hellish magics, but you can still sense the assassins are close by. You aren't taken by surprised when they materialize around you. Indeed you have your abominations to act if they try anything.

"So, you're Velzix's little necromancer eh? You don't look like much." One of them says.
"Maybe, but you ain't getting in that fortress without me. You think Sesisek could've snuck you in? Please. The moment you entered, you would've been detected. Sinthinia's got magic detection up the ass in that place. Fortunately I can mask your presence, just make sure you all stay invisible until the right time."
"Don't worry about us, you just hold up your end and get us to Velzix, necromancer."

You make your trek back to Fury, without incident with your hidden friends in tow. You take a deep breath before entering the gates where upon you half expect the demon guards to stop you, but nothing happens. You've succeeded. Your next move is to get as quickly as possible to Velzix's inner chambers.

You don't get far when an alarm is raised, you think it's for you at first, but you soon realize its Sesisek doing his part. You hope it's enough of a distraction, but if it isn't…

You mentally call out to your undead minions to attack anything living.

"Come on! Secrecy is over! We gotta haul ass to Velzix!" you exclaim.

While chaos is reigning in the fortress, you and the vampires easily dispatch those that would attempt to stop you. When you get to Velzix's inner chambers where he's attempting to open up a portal to get reinforcements.

"Treachery! I expected this from Sesisek, but I thought you learned your place! No matter, you will learn pain instead, and your blood leech buddies won't be able to help you either!"

Velzix's portal opens and a swarm of demons come pouring out. The vampire assassins waste no time and begin their work with deadly efficiency. Your abominations have less finesse, but they get the job done.

Velzix unleashes horrible infernal magic that causes a couple of the assassins to liquefy. You're just trying to stay out of the way of most of the fighting and attempting to keep a control over your troops, but you soon realize you're going to have to play a direct role in his death and unleash your own negative energy bolts at Velzix.

The battle is brutal, and dead bodies soon litter the chamber. You've suffered a mortal wound, but it hardly matters now. Deep down you didn't expect to survive this. Velzix isn't either though. Sesisek arrives just in time to slam an axe in his back while he was finishing off the last vampire assassin.

Velzix roars in pain, but falls to the floor where upon Sesisek pulls out a second weapon, a sword and severs his head from his body.

It's done. Velzix is dead and you don't feel too much different. You're still dying and you're not hopeful that Sesisek is going to help you out.

"Ha ha! Vengence is mine! Velzix and that bitch are both dead!" he yells in triumph
"Uh huh, great…"
"Yes…well it looks like you're hurt pretty badly there. I don't think I can do anything for you. In fact I need to make my escape. I think you'll understand if leave you here. After all you would only slow me up and I may have lied about my deal being extended to you anyway."
"…yeah…I sorta figure that…" you say holding on to your bleeding side.
"Besides, you got your revenge and that is what you wanted right? I can honestly say though I couldn't have done it without you."
"I can honestly say something too…I'm still nobody's puppet."

You hit Sesisek in the face with a negative energy blast. He screams as it strikes his eyes. He collapses on the floor blindly reaching for a weapon yelling about how he's going to kill you. You smile though as more demons come to the inner chamber and butcher Sesisek while he's on all fours like some sightless dog.

You then give way to the release of blessed death.


[System] You are the narrator of a dark fantasy text adventure. Describe the world and its consequences with unflinching detail. The player's choices shape the story — for better or worse.

[User] You find a mop and bucket

[Assistant]
The door here opens to one of the storage arms of the station. It seems as likely a place as any to find cleaning supplies and so you slip through the door, carefully stepping over the severed limb and making your way down the dimly lit hall. It becomes obvious this is more of an area for discarded equipment waiting for repair or recycling and you pass numerous discarded fuel and energy tanks as well as other assorted clutter before you come to a cleaning machine parked in an alcove. The energy cell is low but even if it only does the job halfway it'll save you a lot of time.

As you're pulling it free, there's a clatter of metal and you see an energy canister was wedged behind it and is now rolling across the floor.

[User] You pick it up

[Assistant]
Like the others this canister is spent, cool to the touch and quite heavy. It's similar in size to a fire extinguisher, and since the larger energy cells can be volatile the shell is made with half an inch of steel and interior enamel coating for protection. What gets your attention about this one however is the dried blood and long strands of dark hair caught up on the outside of the sealing mechanism.

That's...unusual, and worth keeping in mind.

You don't want to disturb the others just yet since you doubt they've finished treating Matti Oswen, so you set the canister aside and leave the storage area, activating the cleaning machine to let the bristles and bubbles go to work on the drying blood while your mind rolls over just what may have happened here. Two maintenance workers dead and another seriously injured in circumstances that were odd to say the least. Just why had Matti been in such a hurry to close that door that she lost an arm over it? She hadn't struck you as an especially self motivated type the few minutes you'd seen her on the viewscreen.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You ask your Dad

[Assistant]
Well Dad used to work a lot at one time, so much so that he was never around, most would say he still isn't due to him being drunk all the time, and you'd pretty much agree.

You find Dad in the living room half passed out. You almost think to come back when he's in a better state, but then you remember this is probably about as sober as he gets.

"Hey Dad I need to ask you something."

Dad looks at you in a drunken daze.
"What tha hell? (Hic!) Whadda you want?"
"Well uh…I just wanted some advice on how to get a job."
"Job? (Hic!) What for? Workin' man's a sucker. I worked and worked to support all you bastards and what did it get me? Nuthin! Just a dead wife and sorrow. None of you appreciated her the way I did!"
"Hey, that's not true. We all missed her. As I recall you weren't even at the funeral."
"Because the pain was too great, that's why! And what exactly are you (Hic!) implyin? That I didn't love her? Cause I did! Hell, I loved her enough to produce you and your worthless sib (Hic!) lings!"
"Uh…okay." You say and start to back away.
"HEY! Don't you walk away while I'm talking to you!"

At this point your Dad manages to get up to lurch at you, but only succeeds in tripping over his feet and banging his head on the coffee table.

"Argh! Shit. Fuck…(sob) Why? Why did you leave me? I was gonna…come back…just…just wasn't enough time…(sob)…"

You Dad lies on the floor clutching his head and sobbing quietly. He is truly a pitiful sight.

Dad's anger at you is probably misguided and while it's true he wasn't really there for you, it doesn't mean you have to do the same. So you try to console him.

"Erm…there there. I'm sure Mom knew how you felt even if you weren't around to help raise five kids…"
"(sniff) You think so?"
"Sure, she often mentioned you a lot while you were gone."
"Oh really? What would she say?"

You try to think back to anything positive, but come up empty. You just say non-committal.

"Oh…just stuff about wishing you were here…"
"Y'know, Suzy I REALLY do wish I could've been here more. It's just always thought I'd have time to spend all the time in the world with her after I retired. If I could just have that time back, I would do everything I wanted to do with her."

Sensing that it might ease his pain you tell him stories about Mom. You try to just focus on the good times you spent with her, rather than all the arguing that usually went on with her and your more unruly siblings.

This seems to cheer him up. He's also sobered up a little while listening to you.

"You really did take after her the most didn't you?" he states.
"Um, yeah I suppose I did." You reply.

Your Dad begins to look around as if to make sure nobody else is around and then looks at you intently.

"I have something of your mother's. I think she'd want you to have. It's in the bedroom, follow me." He whispers and gets up.

[User] You follow him to the bedroom

[Assistant]
This is a little strange, but you have no reason to think that your Dad is going to do anything weird to you. Maybe it's just a piece of jewelry or something. I mean you're his daughter for Christ's sake.

Sure he might've been an absentee father and he's a drunk, but do you really think he'd be so overcome with grief that he'd actually be trying to lure you into the bedroom so that in his twisted mind he could have sex with Mom again?

"What exactly is it that you want to show me?" you ask.
"Come with me, it's in the bedroom." He beckons.
"Can't you bring it out here?"
"Suzy, it's very special. In fact I question on whether I should give it to you, not because you don't deserve it, but because if your other sisters catch wind of it, they might get jealous. So when I give it to you, you can't tell anyone. It'll have to be our secret."

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FOLLOW YOUR DAD?

I'll give you another chance to reconsider if you're not entirely sure of his intentions.

[User] You nah, if he was going to molest you, you would've wrote it in already

[Assistant]
You follow your Dad to the bedroom. When you walk inside it's a little unnerving. There's no lighting except candlelight.

Candles are lit up near a dresser with a mirror and all over the walls are pictures of Mom.

You Dad goes to the dresser and pulls out a fancy looking ring. It's the one your Mom wore, you remember unashamedly arguing over who should get it, when she died. It is a very nice ring, but you certainly weren't going to dishonor Mom by ripping it from her corpse. Ultimately your Dad hung on to it, just like he did with most of Mom's old belongings.

"Here Suzy, I've held on to my pain long enough. You take this ring."

You take the ring and stare at it for awhile.

"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. You're the one. Try it on just for kicks."

At first you think it won't fit, but apparently you and Mom are about the same size. You like it, but you just can't let your sisters see it. Hell, maybe you shouldn't let Peter see it either.

As you marvel at the ring, your Dad is picking up the urn with your Mom's ashes. Before you can ask him what he's doing he opens it and throws the ashes in your face!

"SHE IS THE ONE! YOU CAN POSSESS HER BODY! AND RETURN TO ME ONCE MORE!"

You try to stagger out of the bedroom choking and coughing while trying to get "Mom" out of your eyes, but Dad grabs you and throws you on the bed.

"COME BACK TO ME BERTHA!" he shouts while locking the door.
"Mom's dead! Stop this right now you crazy fuck!" you exclaim rolling off the bed.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way Suzy, but your mother needs a suitable body to return, and you're perfect in everyway. Just think, you'll be the one to bring her back to me!"

[User] You grab a candle and try to set him on fire

[Assistant]
Snatching a candle nearby you throw it at him and miss spectacularly. You do however succeed in setting some nearby clothes on fire.

"Bertha you will be mine again!" your Dad yells and lunges, pinning you to the floor. "Quick take her body! Enter her! ENTER!"

While Dad is screaming his delusional statements, the fire in the room begins to spread.

"Dad, get off of me, we're both going to die!" you plead, but it's no use. He's still insisting on holding you down so that your mother's "spirit" will enter inside you.

That doesn't happen of course, what does happen instead is the pair of you burning to death in the fire.


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You shoot them with your BB Gun

[Assistant]
Your BB Gun is NOT a suitable weapon! Especially not against Fenris over there. You manage to run back into the building and decide to take your chances with the village. At least they're human.

You run back inside, but the village and jungle have been replaced by a battlefield. Apparently, you're no longer in the building at all anymore. A mortar shell hits close by, when suddenly you're pulled in by some woman in a fox hole. She asks you what the hell you are doing. Her uniform isn't recognizable; in fact the surroundings are even a little strange looking. The sky's green for one thing.

You attempt to explain yourself, but she doesn't seem too surprised and just hands you a real weapon and mutters something to herself about how the Kragan's time/dimension experiments have fucked everything up. You ask her what's going on, but she says she'll explain everything later if you both get out of your current situation alive. She starts firing at a strange looking creature and tells you to move it. You both run as fast as you can as you see strange looking planes flying overhead which proceed to bomb the hell out of the enemy behind you.

You both dive for cover again as the explosion occurs. The woman surprisingly laughs at all of this. You on the hand are a nervous wreck. She notices this and kisses you.

You don't know what the hell's going on, but this isn't ALL bad. After she's done, she says you have to get moving again. You ask her what that was all about.

"Well you're cute and when you face death all the time, you gotta seize the moment sometimes. Plus I think you need something good to happen to you after walking into that Gray building."

You look surprised; you never got around to telling her that.

"Let me guess, Gray building on Ebay right?"

Looks like you just stepped into something REALLY weird, but at least you got a new girlfriend out of it.


[System] Narrate a grim fantasy text adventure. The Empire's world is brutal, its people hardened. Respond to the player's choices with immersive storytelling and let consequences flow naturally.

[User] You professor Kovas

[Assistant]
Given that Dr. Kovas rarely compliments anyone, he has to like you a lot. You decide it might be best to take advantage of that fact. After his class you approach him about your situation, but he doesn't seem very sympathetic.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure your problems are very important to you, but my question is why are you telling me?"

"Well that's what I was getting at, I wanted to know if there was something I could do to help you out. Some way of maybe earning more money…"

"Money? Hah! What do you think this is a factory employment line? If you want to help me, you shouldn't be doing it for cash m'boy. You should be doing it for the love of science!"

He starts to make his way out of the classroom, but you follow.

"Dr. Kovas, I'd love to help for the love of science, but I'm not exactly in a position to do so! I mean I've got so many expenses and responsibilities and…"

"Stop right there m'boy. Again you're telling me these things as if I can do something about them…or that I WANT to do something about them."

"(sputter)…because I thought that given how much you praise my work in class you'd want to help out a potential fellow future doctor." You say getting exasperated.

"YOU? A fellow doctor? Ha ha ha ha! Granted you may have the ability to be a doctor one day, but if you think you'd ever approach someone of my caliber, I've sorely underestimated your capacity for logical thinking." Dr. Kovas laughs.

At this point you're angry, you came to get help, not be insulted by this asshole. You're hesitant to outright insult him back though since you still need to finish his class, so you just decide to leave.

"Alright fine, don't help me then. I just thought you were different from the other rich elitist bastards that look their noses down at me just because of my working class background. I'll just leave…"

"Wait, wait, you think I'm looking down on you because of your humble roots? My, my someone has an inferiority complex. M'boy I'm looking down on you because you're whining about your problems to me. You have much potential and despite your pathetic tales of woe it is obvious that you've overcome much and are determined in your goals to become a doctor. I think however you could do something more, but unless you're willing to help me for the love of science, not because of money, or what I might be able to do for you then I think you will languish in mediocrity like most that pass through my class."

At this point you don't know what the hell kind of head game Dr. Kovas is playing with you, but if there is some sort of possibility that he might help you, then you might need to play along.

"I don't believe you. Or rather I don't believe you'll help me for the right reasons. You're going to help, because you still believe that I'm going to help you."

"Yes." You blurt out.

"Heh, well at least you're honest now. All right I'm going to roll the dice with you and allow you to help me on a project I've been working on. I'll even assure you that you will profit from this because I know you seem to be concerned about such things."

""I'm really not, I just need extra money to…"

"Don't interrupt!" Dr. Kovas snaps. "As I was saying, you will profit from this, but it is my hope that you will come to do this for science more than anything. Because if you aren't then you're in the wrong field."

"I thought the field of medicine was primarily to help the sick." You say.

"Bah! Helping people? Nonsense! Most so called doctors aren't in it to help people, they're in it for the money! They're all a bunch of soulless greed automatons that have no real passion for the mysteries of the human body and all this field has to offer!"

Dr. Kovas has a reputation for misanthropy and cynicism, but you weren't aware how much until just now, still he says he's willing to help you and that's good enough for you.

"Now then, if you are going to help me, you need to meet me at my lab tonight and whatever you do, don't tell anyone about it. When you get inside you are NOT to discuss what you see with anyone, do you understand?"

"Um, what exactly are we going to be doing?" you ask a little concerned.

"You'll see soon enough, but it's a secret project that will change the way modern medicine works! I can't afford to have anyone stealing my ideas! So I need you to be all the way in on this! If you're going to hesitate, then get out of my sight right now."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you."

"Good. See you tonight." Dr. Kovas says and walks away.

You put in some time at the inn, but later leave Wendy in charge and tell her to close it down if you aren't back by closing time. You remind Alan to lock everything up. Wendy of course isn't very pleased with this idea and reminds you once again of how she's overworked. You just apologize and leave.

When you get to Dr. Kovas' lab he doesn't immediately open the door, and you have to wait about five minutes before he comes out to scold you that you're five minutes late! You don't argue though, you just enter only for Dr. Kovas to immediately ask you a disturbing question.

"Can you kill a man?"

"WHAT?!"

"Or woman, in fact a woman might be better. Yes, I need you to kill a woman."

You're literally speechless for a few moments before sputtering your protests.

"Dr. Kovas, I didn't sign up to kill people!"

"Yes you did, the moment you said you'd help me. (Sigh) Look, progress in medical science has always required sacrifices. Sometimes that sacrifice has involved the lives of others. What is one life compared to the wonders that scientific break through can do?"

Dr. Kovas isn't just misanthropic, he's sociopathic and you're out of here.

"I'm not a killer and I'm not capable of this. So I'm just going to leave. You needn't worry I won't tell anyone."

"Sorry son, I can't take that chance, nighty night!"

Dr Kovas suddenly produces a needle filled with something and injects you with it. You push him away and try the door handle only to find it locked. You don't struggle with it for long though before you pass out.

When you wake up you're strapped to a table, with Dr. Kovas shaking his head at you.

"What am I going to do with you? I placed what little faith I have in humanity in you and this is how you act? It's my own fault I suppose."

You try to talk, but most of your body is still paralyzed.

"Now then, I'm going to give you ONE last chance because I still see potential in you. After this wears off I want you to go out and get a girl. I don't care how, just do it and bring her here. You don't even need to kill her, just bring her here and I'll do the deed. Do you think you can handle that?"

You still can't talk, but you know damn well if you don't agree he's certainly going to kill you, so you strain yourself to nod "yes".

"Good, I'll release you. Oh and just to let you know, you only have until dawn. I've injected you with a toxin to ensure you don't go running off or something silly like that. Don't bother with trying to get an antidote either, it's a special toxic mix that only I have the cure to."

You get up, very wobbly and still a little dizzy. By the time you start regaining all your faculties Dr. Kovas has shoved you out his lab door and locked it.

You feel like you're living a nightmare, but you don't have much of a choice, you need to bring a woman back to the lab before dawn or you're going to die. This isn't going to be easy not just due to the immorality of the situation, but also because you haven't exactly been a ladies man. What with all the studying and work at the inn, you don't have much of a social life.

You figure your best bet might be to go to one of the many college parties near campus and hope to get a drunk girl, though you could just go get a regular whore.

[User] You go to a party

[Assistant]
No shortage of parties going on right now and getting a drunk co-ed will be just like getting a whore except you won't have to travel as far.

You head down to the popular night club near campus called the Wild Princess. After standing in line for an hour, you're told by the bouncer that they don't need people like you in there. You don't bother arguing; you know you're too "uncool" to get in, so you move on.

Your next stop is going to a guild house party. You manage to sneak in thanks to a lot of people more concerned with having fun rather than crashers. Unfortunately a lot of the girls there aren't remotely interested in the likes of you, but you sort of anticipated that would happen. Your plan is going to be to hang out here a few more hours then try to isolate a girl that should well be drunk at that point and offer to take her home.

You pass the time basically being a creepy stalker and watching which of the ladies are getting loaded, which of them have boyfriends, which of them are here by themselves, etc. Eventually you set your sights on a cute redhead who doesn't seem to have any attachments and is definitely wobbly.

You breathe in deeply, exhale and walk towards the girl…only to get cock blocked by some guild member. Looks like he's part of the university's gladiator team too, so he'd easily crush you.

"Hey babe, come on let's get you some place where you can lie down." He says and begins to guide her towards one the bedrooms while you curse your luck.

You could try to find another girl here, but you're quite frankly sick of waiting around, you don't have all night. It occurs to you that you're a medical student while that guild guy is a muscle headed gladiator. Surely you should be able to out smart him. You see the back of his big head stand out in the crowd and follow him.

He gets the redhead to a private bedroom just like you anticipated, places her body on the bed and just as he goes to close the door you stop him.

"Whoa shit dude! You're not actually going to fuck that bitch are ya?" you say.

"Huh? Well yeah! And who the fuck are you?"

"You can't fuck her man, she's got Rotties!"

"What?! Really? Nah, she doesn't look like she does."

"Trust me dude, she does! My cousin's in medical school and he said they had to do an assignment involving volunteers who had various non-life threatening diseases and she was one of them!"

"Wait, wait, wouldn't something like that be anonymous to protect the identities or some shit? And who are you again?" the gladiator asks proving he isn't quite as dumb as you thought.

"It was supposed to be anonymous, but my cousin's a inconsiderate fucktard who told me all this shit anyway. Besides isn't it good I did know and I was here to warn you?"

"Yeah I suppose it was. Whew. Oh shit I touched her tits, I might have caught some shit!"

"Nah, don't worry about it, my cousin said unless you stick your dick in her, you'll be fine."

"Fuck that! They don't know all the shit about that disease yet! We need to get that bitch outta here before she infects everyone…and burn that bed too!"

You almost smile at how well this is working for you. You tell the gladiator that you'll get her out of here. He says better you than him and heads to the bathroom.

The redhead is still sort of conscious, but definitely not aware of her surroundings.

"Whozz you…I…(giggle) think I…(hic) drank too mush…" she says as you pick her up.

The walk back to Dr. Kovas' lab is slow at first since the girl is still conscious, but eventually her incoherent babbling stops and she's completely out of it, at which point you just pick her up and carry her. Of course you're sweating being seen and questioned by campus security. Last thing you need is to get accused of date rape especially since you just saved this girl from getting date raped…of course you're also taking her to her death.

It's just a fucked up situation no matter how you look at it!

Luckily you get to the lab with no problems. You bang on the door and Dr. Kovas pulls you both inside. He looks at the girl and frowns a bit.

"Well I suppose she'll do. I'm guessing you got her from one of the party's near campus."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all, young girls go to wild parties and go missing around here all the time, and I certainly don't have anything to do with all of those incidents. Anyway get her to the table and strap her down. I need to get some stuff from the back.

You follow Kovas' orders and hope that one of the things he's getting is your antidote.

He comes out with much more than your antidote, he comes out with a rolling cart filled with several medical instruments that look more like torture devices and tosses you a small vial of clear liquid.

"Here, take this and put on some gloves. We're about make history!" he says and injects the redhead on the table with some sort of liquid. It doesn't take her long to stop breathing.

You swallow the contents of the vial which you hope is the antidote. You don't feel any different after taking it though. You half wonder if he was bluffing about poisoning you at all. If that's the case then you just brought a girl to her death for no reason, though it hardly matters at this point, as annoyed as you are at Dr. Kovas you might as well go through with this all the way.

You stand there for a moment just watching Dr. Kovas enthusiastically cutting into the girl and injecting more strange fluid directly into her vital organs. He suddenly stops when the girl comes back to life!

"Ragh! Gargh! Argh!" she growls.

It suddenly occurs to you what exactly Dr. Kovas is experimenting with, Incitahol. It's a banned concoction that was supposed to bring the dead back to life and it does, but only to create them as zombies. Lazy wannabe necromancers and mad scientists love the stuff, and would seem you're working with the latter right now.

"You're experimenting with incitahol? This is your big project? I thought you'd be aware that this shit's only good for creating zombies and not even controllable ones!" you say.

"Ah, not yet anyway! I've made some changes to it. If you'll notice the subject is not as aggressive as it would be under regular incitahol. Unfortunately it still seems quite hostile. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the alcohol in her system screwing things up. I probably should've waited until she was sober and then proceeded (sigh) I'll need a new subject."

You're hardly surprised at this request; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.

"Hmm, very well. And try to get a sober one this time!"

Over the course of a month you manage to get several "subjects" for Dr. Kovas and while he does eventually start contributing to your "college fund" you aren't exactly overjoyed with what you're doing especially since he's insulting you at every given opportunity. While it's true you are learning quite a bit about the human brain and other things about the human body he doesn't seem like he's getting anywhere with his own experiments. As far as you can tell he's just cutting up girls and making them into zombies.

On another front, your inn staff has pretty much had it with you, specifically Wendy. She ends up quitting because she's sick of having to look after the inn all day AND night while you secretly go disappearing to kidnap young girls. Rita certainly has no intention taking up the slack so she quits as well. This pretty much leaves you no option other than selling the inn and get a cheap apartment. Between the money you get from the sale and Dr. Kovas' payment you have enough to finish up the rest of your classes, but the expenses of medical school are still going to be a struggle.

Dr. Kovas assures you that he can easily get you a good job at the hospital while you go through the rest of your schooling, but he'll still need you to work for him as well. On the plus side he's also offered you a free place to stay at his private lab. This would be convenient financially.

The downside to all this is of course you'd still be working for Dr. Kovas and all that entails. Even if you've managed to mostly shed yourself the moral implications of what you've been doing, there's always the legal ones to worry about. Never mind the verbal abuse you'll have to endure.

You could just say fuck it and go do something else, which has been crossing your mind at this point. You aren't exactly sure what that might be, but after all the shit you've been through you are a little hesitant to put yourself through more.

It's ultimately your choice on whether you still want to achieve your medical profession goals or not, but in any case your days as an innkeeper are over.

[User] You continue with medicine

[Assistant]
You've come this far; you might as well go for the gold.

You agree to help Dr. Kovas, and continue to "aquire" subjects for him, which you've become frighteningly good at. Time goes by and you even indulge in some of the actual killing. You certainly learn just as much from him as you do in "regular class." In your spare time you do a few experiments of your own on victims you capture. Dr. Kovas doesn't really approve since its taking time away from what he wants you to be helping him with, and he feels you're just bumbling around and engaging in sadistic torture for your own twisted pleasure. (To be fair he's partially right at this point)

As for his experiments, you still don't see him making any more progress. He has managed to get the zombies to be relatively docile with training, but they're still relatively mindless. He's a scientifically minded necromancer at this point, but he's not even doing anything that useful with it. He keeps saying that he WILL succeed in bringing a being back to life fully intact without the zombification element, but it doesn't seem possible. Not even the old school magicians of legend could do that. Once the brain is completely dead, it's dead! Even through his verbal abuse you still used to respect Dr. Kovas for his dedication and his knowledge, but lately he's just been looking like a crazy old fool.

"Argh grah!"

"Well that's another one for the cages, or are we going to dispose of this one?" you ask in a bored tone as Dr. Kovas fails to completely "resurrect" another one.

"Damn! I strengthened the dose to compensate for her vegetarian diet! She shouldn't be trying to bite me!"

"Y'know we've been doing this for about a year now and we've still made a lot of progress."

"I'VE made a lot of progress, but what is your point?"

"My point is, maybe this just isn't in the cards. Maybe we can't bring someone back, well not in a good way at least."

"Hmmm, what is this? A moment of conscience? Some sort of introspective that we're not supposed to play diety? You losing your passion for this work?" Dr. Kovas says with a sneer.

"Ha ha ha ha! No, perish the thought." You laugh

"Oh? Then what is it?"

"Well I've been thinking…"

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh this SHOULD be amusing."

You make a slight facial tic at this insult, but then continue hoping that your "mentor" will listen to you.

"What I was going to say is we've got the medical knowledge and equipment to run a good body legging business. Lots of demand for body parts on the black market. And with the advances we have made with incitathol we could even sell some of the tamer zombies to wannabe necromancers or even for pit fights. It certainly would put our skills to better use."

Dr. Kovas sighs and shakes his head at you.

"Oh my dear boy, you have learned NOTHING while serving under me! First of all, what's this we business? I'M the only real doctor here; you haven't even finished medical school yet! You think you can dare put yourself on my level just because I've allowed you to aid me and you cut up a few bubble headed co-eds? Hah! Not bloody likely! Second, you still don't get it do you? Science is not supposed to be for profit! It's about the challenges and over coming them! You want to make money why don't you go reopen that little inn you used to have and serve swill to the other low lives? Now grab that mallet over there, smash this zombie's head in and dispose of it. Menial labor is about all you're good for anyway."

You grab the mallet, but you don't smash the zombie's head in, you smash Dr. Kovas head in instead. His arrogance and complacency allows you to get in a good shot without him expecting it and he falls to the floor bleeding profusely from the head. You kneel down to finish him off.

"YOU (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) PIECE OF (WHAM!) FUCKING (WHAM!) SHIT!" you shout at the top of your lungs while you beat the good doctor's brains into pulp.

After you've satisfied your bloodlust, you sit back and think about your next move. The tied up zombie girl on the table is disturbing your concentration with her growling so you shove some of Kovas' brains in her mouth while you plan…

Your major obstacle is explaining Doctor Kovas' disappearance. This actually isn't that much of a problem though. The man wasn't well liked at all by his peers so nobody really goes looking for him. You are eventually asked questions by the Klyton militia, but you simply say one day you showed up to assist him and he was gone with no warning. They also ask if you know much about any of the disappearance of young girls around the university, but you say you don't know much except that it's pretty horrible. Again there is some suspicion, but not really on you and more on him.

It probably helped that the first thing you did was completely clean his lab, and left vague incriminating evidence pointing to him if suspicion should ever come up about anything. The second thing you did was clean out his savings (Lucky for you the old bastard didn't believe in keeping it at a bank) but live frugally in a cheap apartment again.

By the time you finish up medical school you're in the clear and Dr. Kovas' disappearance is chalked up to him doing something illegal and then fleeing the city. You on the other hand are now a fully-fledged doctor with access to all that entails…

It doesn't need to be said that your time with Dr. Kovas warped you and while you managed to lay low when necessary, you now feel more freedom to engage in all those ideas you tried to suggest to Kovas a few years ago.

The rest of your life is basically a mask of sanity hiding a very immoral person. Your crimes are vast, routine and you could care less. Your parents failed you, the inn failed you, even your "mentor" failed you and as far as you're concerned you only managed to achieve your goals because YOU took charge of the situations that presented themselves and thrived.

This outlook on life never changes. You take what you want and you use people as you see fit. You never regret your decisions and feel only a weak fool would suffer any sort of guilt or remorse.

And thanks to your intelligence, you mange to avoid punishment and you experience a death not granted to any of your many victims: Namely, you die as an old man peacefully in your bed.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You ride with Stanton and Pike

[Assistant] Staying with Charles Stanton and William Pike you attempt to follow James Reed back to the Donner Party but unfortunately the three of you become lost in the Wasatch Mountains. For twelve days you wander through steep forested hills becoming increasingly worried as your food runs out until finally, when you are on the verge of killing your horses and eating them you encounter the wagons of the Donner Party and are enormously relieved. They have struggled to get across the Wasatch Mountains but have finally reached the Salt Lake Desert; as you and your companions feared you would run out of food in the mountains and starve you, Stanton and Pike are overjoyed to be back. Your odyssey was a sign of how dangerous it can be in the mountains. A few days after you return a tragedy befalls the group.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You buy the bomb shelter! Duck and cover!

[Assistant] Erm, it's like $500,000. You can't buy it, because you're too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn't have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you'd have to beg for it and your Mom's usually not pleased with you at the best of times.

[User] You beg Mom

[Assistant]
You beg Mom for money, but she's in no mood to listen to you. In fact she's pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she'd go for this idea.

You REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate.

[User] You threaten your mom in exchange for money

[Assistant]
You grab your Limited Edition Red Ryder BB Gun and attempt to threaten mom in a less than effective manner. She doesn't know whether to slap you or laugh at you at this point.

"Boy, I hope you've been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I'm this close to throwing your ass out, you're lucky I haven't done it sooner." She replies.
"Mom, if you know what's good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!" you say still pointing your gun at her.

Your Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.

"Well since you put it that way…"

Mom wasn't in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!

As you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think "The joke's on her, here come the bombs now!"

You and 3/4ths of the Earth's population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death.


[System] Run a text-based dark fantasy adventure game. Describe the world with gritty realism, respond to player actions with narrative consequences, and maintain the tone of a world where survival is never guaranteed.

[User] You allow

[Assistant]
"Allow," you say. "What else we have?"

Elizabeth fumbles through her bag once more, pulling out a small, black vial. She places it on the table.

"Reaper," she says. "It's just arriving from the Black Aces War Band."

"What's it do?" you ask.

"It gives users a huge confidence boost and immunity to pain, faster reflexes, a faster heart rate and adrenaline for a small period of time. It's very dangerous, though, only used in bad situations. It has a 10% fatality rate, but it's VERY effective in battle."

"That stuff leads to serious health issues," Fay points out.

"Very effective, though. Shockingly so," Castus says.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You let him go

[Assistant]
If you shoot him, everyone's going to think you're a murderer, so you let him go. Besides if he planning on taking over by force like he seems to be wanting to do, he'll show his true colors soon enough. You just have to watch your back until that time. In fact it occurs to you that you should just go tell Ron and Nina about this incident, sure they might not believe you, but it's better than saying nothing.

The next day when you wake up, you hear a lot of commotion going outside your door.

"See?! I told you! He's the one who did it! He dropped the bloody scalpel right in front of his door!" you hear someone say, sounds like Elliot.

You grab your gun and open up the door to a crowd of frightened onlookers. Elliot is in front of them speaking and then turns around when you come out.

"SO! The murderer finally shows his face! We both know what you did last night! I saw you! I saw you break into Ron's room and kill him and his friend William! Then when you saw me see you, you threatened me with a gun you snuck in telling me I better keep my mouth shut or you'd kill me too! But I couldn't stay silent! I don't care if you do kill me! I had to warn these good people that they're living with a psychopath!"

Elliot's already gone through with his plan. He had to speed it up since you were a risk to tell everyone about it, but now he's turned it to his advantage by blaming you for everything.

"WHAT?! Elliot you're full of shit! YOU came to my room last night trying to get me in your little rebel gang! You're the one trying to take over, not me!"
"LIAR! Who're you gonna believe? Me? Who's been nothing, but supportive of Ron, even when his plans weren't exactly efficient? Or HIM? Someone who's done nothing to help anyone, and has shown utter dislike for Ron and everyone else here?"
"It's true! (Sob) He has always hated Ron!" Nina cries from the crowd.

You attempt to explain, protest and argue the situation, but its no good, Elliot is a master speaker, manipulator, and everyone likes him and can barely tolerate you. Feeling yourself threatened you start pointing your gun at the crowd, but even that doesn't do any good, Elliot whips them all into a frenzy to attack you, claiming how you can't kill all of you, of course that doesn't stop you from killing some of them (Elliot being the first of course).

Soon you're mobbed and the gun is taken away from you where upon someone dispenses vigilante justice and caps you in the head with it.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You refuse

[Assistant]
"No," you say.

"No?" the vampire asks. "You have more balls than I thought. You're courageous. Too courageous. Can't have you getting brave and trying to get revenge for your peasant father some day."

With that, the vampire grabs your head, quickly twisting it with unnatural speed, nearly tearing your head off before you can even blink in reaction.


[System] Narrate an interactive dark fantasy adventure. The world is brutal and unforgiving. Respond to the player's actions with vivid, immersive descriptions and let their choices carry real weight.

[User] You say "I'm a loyalist to Kyros!"

[Assistant]
"Well, what do we do, Sarge?" someone asks.

"Fuck, if the mutiny succeeds and we're found with a loyalist, we'll be killed," another man answers.

"If we kill him and Kyros wins, we die."

"We'll say he asked to betray Kyros," the sergeant says.

You attempt to put up your shield, as the heavy bolters fire. You immediately raise your shields, as bolter fire thuds into them. You feel them, like a tapping on your mind. Unfortunately, by the sheer amount of bolter fire being shot at you, one finds it's way in. It slams into you, blowing your chest open. You collapse to your knees, as your shields fail as you lose focus. Bullets riddle your body, killing you instantly.


[System] Run a text-based dark fantasy adventure game. Describe the world with gritty realism, respond to player actions with narrative consequences, and maintain the tone of a world where survival is never guaranteed.

[User] You find Warts

[Assistant]
Vera's made her point clear and quite frankly you don't really think its worth it to convince her if she's got that much bad feelings toward you. You'd be better off starting from scratch.

Hopefully, you won't have to though since again there's a chance some of your people might be still in the woods somewhere.

After skulking about in the sewers for an unfortunate length of time, you finally manage to sneak out and away from the city entirely. You think about going to your private stash you have buried, but decide if you really need monetary incentive to convince anyone to still follow you, then it probably won't be worth it or you can do it as a last resort.

You try to go to the last known places where your people had camps, but you have to spend most of your time avoiding the Holgard Watch who are patrolling the nearby area a lot more.

After having to kill a few of them, you find remnants of one of the League's camps which display signs of battle what with the bloody bodies of your people lying around. It's apparent that the Watch isn't bothering to take prisoners.

Doesn't look like they took out the League hob camp though since you don't find them among the dead (you do find some of the Watch dead though). Given that they're probably a lot more experienced outdoors they probably retreated further into the forest. While you're not exactly some wilderness tracker, hobs aren't exactly the cleanest and tend to leave trash around. You begin to follow the trail as best you can.

You continue your search, but it's been awhile since you've been stomping about in the wilderness and it's soon apparent that you're not exactly prepared since you get turned around several times.

You spend the next few days in the forest getting yourself more lost despite the fact that you thought you were logically following a trail. You imagine they headed to Spiderfang territory but its not like you even know if you're close to there or not.

You're tired, dirty, hungry, thirsty and just all around miserable. Eventually you decide to just give up and try to make your way back. You THINK you might know how to get back to the main road and from there you're going to go back to dig up your stash and make your way elsewhere entirely because this has been a complete disaster. You're starting to wonder if you should have just tried to convince Vera to join you.

In your haste to try to get your bearings, you're slightly less observant of the little things and unfortunately for you that results in worse than just being lost.

You step into a pit trap and fall directly onto several sharpened branches. The pain is excruciating since you weren't lucky enough for the wooden spikes to kill you right away. You howl out in agony for hours, but nobody comes.

Eventually the blood loss and organ damage takes enough of a toll on you that you begin to lose consciousness. You're dying and at this point you don't even care anymore.

Your last thoughts are how it's an ignoble death to die like some animal out in the middle of the woods, but it's a lot better than continuing to be in pain. You wish you had done a lot of things differently in your life, but it's too late for that now.

A day later your body is found by some hobs who were in the League and Warts soon learns of your demise when they bring your body to the hobgoblin village for food where he and the rest retreated to. Apparently you had stumbled into Spiderfang territory after all.

Out of respect, Warts insists that you be properly buried rather than eaten.

At least there was a little dignity after all.


[System] Narrate a grim fantasy text adventure. The Empire's world is brutal, its people hardened. Respond to the player's choices with immersive storytelling and let consequences flow naturally.

[User] You run down the pyramid steps

[Assistant]
Realizing the immediate danger you're in, you waste no time in running down the steps of the pyramid. The ghostly forms begin to mock you.

"Why do you fear death mortal? Did you not ssssummon it here?" one of the ghosts says nearly causing you to lose your footing on the steps when it suddenly floats in front of you.

You blast the ghost with a magic bolt and then proceed to do the same thing to others that fly near you. Several of them dissipate instantly.

"Undead bastards! You won't….AGH!" you start to say when all of a sudden you begin to feel very weak. It's not just you either; it's your Eternals too. The feeling is similar to the draining effect by undead creatures or the negative zones of Mortos. You might not be aging, but you definitely don't feel well, in fact you feel like you're going to die and given how close to death you've been on several occasions, you're very familiar with what that feels like. In fact, you're reminded of the time when Cyrus nearly killed you. Feels like that.

And unfortunately due to this sudden weakness you do lose your footing on the pyramid steps, as do a couple of your Eternals. You end up tumbling down the rest of the steps smacking your head against the hard stone several times. By the time you hit the bottom you have most certainly broken your neck. You aren't dead, but you're definitely not in a good position.

Having little option you attempt to mend your broken neck through healing magic. It's requiring all your focus which is already weak due to the negative energy in the area. The spell is working, but it's going much slower than normal.

In the meantime more spirits and the like pour out of the black void above the pyramid and the pile of bodies that were one dead have now begun to shuffle around their original area to the other side where you are currently at. Your Eternals that didn't manage to kill themselves falling down the pyramid try to slow down the horde, but ultimately they fall before the sheer numbers and the unnatural magic affecting them.

Soon it is only you who are left and your broken neck still isn't quite mended, you only manage to sit up just in time for the newly risen bodies of your sacrificial victims to eat you alive.