[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 attack!

[Assistant]
You stagger over to attack Drac, but he dodges and throws you into another wall. You slam to the floor landing behind a desk.

"You think you could come here to defeat me? You're a fucking loser Wolf! You always will be! You know why? Because you don't have any style or class! You should be thanking me for putting an end to your miserable existence! I think I'll take some revenge on Mary too, since she felt the need to help you…"

While he's making dramatic villainous speeches you were searching the drawers in the desk and found a very sharp letter opener. You pop up from behind the desk and throw it at Drac, hitting him directly in the eye!

"ARRRGH! MY EYE!" he bellows while pulling the opener out taking the bloody orb with it. You then lift up the entire desk and throw it at him! It crashes into his body, knocking him onto the floor. You grab your silver bar from the floor and prepare to do some more permanent harm to Drac, but he lifts the desk off of himself, before you can take advantage.

"You're going to pay for this you lowly dog!" he shouts and kicks the bar from your hand. He then kicks you in the stomach and brings both of his fists down on your head when you hunch over from the stomach kick. You take the opportunity to grab him by the legs and in a fireman carry, you run straight forward with him over your back, out the window!

Both of your bodies crash and fall to the outside courtyard ground, broken glass embeds itself in both of your bodies, but mostly Drac's. He pushes you off of him and retreats. You don't give up your attack and tackle him, and bite deep into his leg. He kicks you with the other foot, but not before you tear off his leg from the bottom of the shin. Blood splatters all over the place.

At this point Drac is too enraged to run and grabs hold of you and bites you deep in the neck! You feel the energy rapidly leaving you.

[User] You try to pull his heart out

[Assistant]
Pulling someone's heart out is never as easy as it appears in the movies, but you muster up all your strength and plunge your fist into Drac's chest. He winces in pain, but continues to drain your blood. You break through the rib cage until you feel that squishy four chambered organ in your clutches.

As your energy and life begin to ebb you pull it out and crush it into a bloody mess right before his eyes. He then begins to smoke suddenly. The sun! Its morning! You've been here so long you completely forgot about the passage of time.

"Looks like it's the end for both of us bloodsucker, but I'm making sure I live an extra minute longer to see you die first." You say and collapse.

Drac falls into a weird death spasm, and crawls in a hopeless escape attempt, but there is no escape. If the destruction of his heart didn't kill him the sun certainly does. He shrieks as his body becomes a flaming torch and spectacularly explodes. At this point Mary, Tep and some of the remaining Wolflings rush outside to see what's going on. Mary immediately rushes to you.

"Wolf! No!" Mary shouts holding you. She'd probably shed tears if she was capable.
"Is he dead?" you ask.
"Yeah, Wolf he's dead. You killed him. I always knew you'd be able to do it." Tep says.
"Good, now I can die happy now."
"No! I don't want you to die! Why couldn't you have just come with me?!"
"I'm sorry Mary, but this is the way it had to be. I wasn't meant to live a regular life. I wasn't supposed to get old. I was supposed to die in combat…and I have…there's nothing else for me here now. Its time for me to leave this world that no longer wants me."
"I'm here! I want you with me!"

You smile weakly and grab her hand tightly.

"I would if I could…just remember the good times Mary…and thank you for what you did tonight…I know that you did truly love me…just remember to burn my body, I don't want to take the chance of coming back as one of these leeches."

You feel darkness envelop as Mary holds you close.
"Tep, one thing before I leave."
"What's that Wolf?"
"When you collect your money from Erik, kick his fucking ass for betting against me!"

You close your eyes and then nothing.

After a brief period of mourning, Mary follows your last orders and burns your body. A few months later she writes a book about you and ultimately makes a movie about your final battle with Dracula, it's a blockbuster hit. The movie is also dedicated in loving memory of you.

Mary makes sure the legacy of the Alpha Wolf lives on…


[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] Continue

[Assistant] You are sure you've seen that car before so you approach it to see if anyone is inside of it. While approaching it you see that a window rolls down and someone points a gun at you. You barely have time to dodge the hail of bullets that come at you, even with your vampiric reflexes. You run and hide behind a nearby tombstone and the bullets stop. You hear someone get out of the car and reload the weapon. They begin to walk towards the tombstone where you are hiding, completely unafraid.

[User] You take Cover

[Assistant]
Unfortunately you can't outrun bullets but fortunately the human is a terrible shot for an assassin and you easily run away. You hide in a nearby crypt and spy on the assassin. You see that it is a man of about thirty and he is on a cell phone. You listen in on the conversation from afar.

"Sir? I lost the target."

"YOU IDIOT! I DON'T PAY YOU TO FUCK UP! I WANT THE FLEDGLING DEAD OR ELSE! YOU FUCKING GOT THAT!?!?!"

"Sir, I'm only a human, how the hell can i keep up with a vampire?"

"...Figure it out."

Obviously whoever wants you to die doesn't want to spare the manpower to make you dead. What are you doing to do about the grunt?

You start to feel your stomach growl and your throat goes oddly dry...

[User] You mealtime

[Assistant] You sneak around some more tombstones making sure that the human doesn't see you... you chuckle on the inside at how ignorant the human is. When you are behind him and within three feet of his neck you pounce on him like the predator you are and drain him of his blood.

[User] You pick up his phone

[Assistant]
Picking up you assailant's phone you hit redail and call up his boss. You are greeted with this.

"IS THAT MUTHAFUCKA DEAD OR ARE YOU JUST PLAIN DUMB YOU INSOLENT LITTLE..."

"I wouldn't use that tone with me sir.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You should have brought more guys. I might've been nicked by a stray bullet."

"Oh just you wait muthafucka, just you wait."

He then hangs up on you and you hear a beeping nearby that is faster and faster until finally you realize quite late that the car has a bomb in it. From the link below it doesn't look like you survived all that well either. turns out he didn't need more guys.


[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 this is not the case.

[Assistant]
But Farhan simply shrugs off your mental assault.

You are shocked by this, and he turns towards you with an evil grin on his face, and cuts his way through the wolves towards you.

Horrified, and knowing your mental reserves are depleted entirely, you brandish your own sword, slowly giving way to Farhan. Unrelentlessly, he comes towards you.

You turn to flee, knowing you cannot face him in hand to hand combat, and make a run for it, but he is faster.

You utter an inhuman scream as the wicked blade he wields bites into your flesh, and you feel your very soul being drawn into the very weapon, feeding both its wielder and its own hunger...


[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 gideon's tale.

[Assistant]
Hours pass quicker than you'd want during the training sessions. You've realized that the Wolves are powerful, but undisciplined, almost childish at times. But at the end of the night, you got work done. Yet, even after the night passes, Gideon routinely goes under the hatch. You've tried to peek at him, in interest of what he does when alone, but it brings no more results than asking around; zilch. But on one of those times you spend upside down, silently hanging from the hatch, Gideon turns around to acknowledge you.

The hunchbacked leader stares back at you with cold eyes, "What do you want, lad? You think it's possible I really do just like sitting down here, alone?"

Shocked, you suddenly lose your grip; only to land upright, as a cat would. "I, uh, maybe. But I've asked around, and people wonder about you, as I do. You're very... Silent, for a leader."

He laughs, "Leader? Hah, that's good, Vampire. I just do the heavy work, as always. Keeping watch is one of my duties."

"Don't put yourself down, Gideon. You seem to know what you're doing." You say, unsure how to respond to his glumness.

"Vamp, the camp here believes you-- and that's fine by me, I'll be honest and say I trust you too, but the fact that we'll be fighting the Church isn't a good thing, regardless of the rewards."

"Like our lives?"

"You're young and timeless, so it's not something you can really sympathize with." Gideon snorts, "No offense, Vamp."

"None taken, but what do you mean?" You say, letting him continue.

 "I don't think you really get what the Church is. I mean, I don't think anybody here does. Even Ragnor, he's blinded by rage and fury. He believes that the Church needs to be destroyed for the betterment of everyone, especially us. But..."

"But what?" By now you're getting a bit agitated at Gideon for being so ambiguous.

He turns his face away, "But he's dead wrong about it. Almost all of us here remember the treatments the Professor gave us. To say the least, you're lucky to have forgotten most, if not all of them. That man just bred hatred, even more than the religious back in the day." A pause. "He hurt us all, in so many ways. But worse yet, he made us hurt others. It started with killing evil, but then came to killing innocents, the only food-source left for us. And we followed him through fire and water, that man. Kurschner represented our hopes and dreams, true power for a true purpose. But he lied to us, and used us for himself, experimented with us, made sure our past lives weren't there so that there was nothing for us to go back to. Even I don't remember too much of what was before I became a Wolf. The dreams stop after you get comfortable in your form."

The older gentlemen continues, "By the way, are you still dreaming?"

"Uh..." You begin to realize that you indeed have stopped dreaming since you joined, "No, I rest much better now."

He frowns in return, "Best not get too comfortable here, then. Those dreams are your only way to know what is really going on."

"Which also reminds me, did you have somebody help you get out of the Facility before it was burnt down?"

"Err, yes." You nervously answer.

"Did he have a name?"

"Kelso."

"Who?"

"Ahem, uh, Kelso." You repeat, slower this time. "He said he knew you. Also mentioned a fellow named Stein."

Gideon bites his lip, "Never met a fellow named Kelso. Did he say anything else?"

"He mentioned being tasked with watching the Lesser Creations, along with several other elites."

"That explains it, though I can't say I know who he is under his new pseudo-name. I wonder where he is now..."

"I wish I knew, " you say, longingly, "he said he'd come back at some point, he was searching for the Professor."

"As do we all." Gideon says, closing his eyes, "Simon Kurschner was one evil, however brilliant man. A lot of our older members ran out in hopes to hunt him down, though they never returned..."


[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 unleash a greater blast of death magic on Velzix

[Assistant]
Once again you aim for Velzix, ready to unleash a great blast of negative energy at him. Unfortunately as you do so, he picks your Dad up and both of them get caught in it.

Your Dad is killed instantly, but Velzix is of course made of stronger stuff. He recovers from the attack and opens up several portals where demons come pouring out. You summon up ghostly warriors to assist you, and while you're powerful, you can't fight Velzix's seemingly endless reinforcement of demons. You land some good hits, but ultimately you're overwhelmed.

Velzix picks up your drained bloody body to mock you one last time.

"Look on the bright side; at least you got to kill your Dad!"

Velzix then proceeds to slowly rip your soul apart before ultimately sending you to oblivion.


[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 launch your attack now

[Assistant]
Even as quiet as you are, if you head over to her location, you might miss your best opportunity to attack even if you were waiting for a slightly better opening. Still no point in taking chances, you speed yourself up just give yourself that extra edge.

As your blade sinks into the back of one of the eternals you materialize before the rest of their eyes and they look as if they see a ghost. Their surprise doesn't last long, but it's enough for you to chop down another one before they can put up a decent defense.

"Behind you!" you hear a voice shout and you instinctively duck down and spin around to shoot a bolt at whatever might be behind you. You catch an attacker in the leg with it, but from what you can see a bunch more eternals have arrived to help their buddies. This is why you wanted to wait a moment longer before attacking.

One of the eternals in charge shouts at one of his men to go catch the girl that just shouted a warning to you. At this point running might not be a bad option for yourself. If you had your back against something, you might be better able to fight them, but being surrounded and outnumbered like this isn't the best situation.

You make a break for it, but the eternals are wise enough to not all chase you directly, some instead run along either side of you hoping to head you off. It doesn't help that a few are carrying spears and are fairly proficient at throwing them.

You cloak yourself and climb up a tree, which helps lose them. They continue to search the area where they last saw you. Eventually they give up and argue with each other about losing you.

You wait about an hour in the tree before you decide its safe to come down. You head back to the sanctuary cursing your unpreparedness. That speed spell also took it out of you. You feel more drained than you have in a long time; it's almost like the old days when you were complete crap at casting magic. You're guessing your long detachment from Dendrin has made your shadow magic even weaker. At least you can still cloak without too many problems it seems.

Eventually you get back home only to see a visitor waiting for you. It's the girl and she's sitting on a pile of rubble near your secret entrance. Now that you can see her in a better light, she's much different looking from the wailing waif you last saw. She stinks of the swamp like she's been living in it for days. Her face is healed up with a few minor scars, but her eyes display a stare that could be matched by some battle weary warriors. You're actually a little surprised to see her since it implies that she knew where you lived, meaning she's sneakier than you thought.

"Nobody followed me. I lost my pursuer."
"Did you kill him?"
"No."
"Then how the hell do you know you really lost him? Maybe he let you get away, just to follow you at his leisure. What the hell were you doing out there, you know damn well you're no match for those guys."
"Neither are you it seems."
"I would've been had I waited a little longer to gather all the information instead of jumping into battle like an idiot."
"So why'd you jump in like an idiot?"
"Because I saw you and you were already a factor I didn't need to deal with if you decided to jump in like an idiot. So I did it instead, hoping that was all of them. Apparently not. Still, got a few of them I guess. There's always tomorrow. Now if you don't mind, I'm going inside and I don't need you knowing exactly where the entrance is even if you already knew where I lived."

The girl doesn't move.

"So basically what you're saying is you risked your life to prevent me from getting hurt."
"No, I told you why I did it. Don't read into something that isn't there, now I suggest you do what I told you to do last time and go home."
"I can't considering they destroyed my village not long ago. Completely."

You exhale deeply since you heard about that, but of course you had no idea she was from there.

"So that was your village? Was it random, or did they know you were there for the…first attack?"
"I think they knew. They didn't know exactly what had happened or who was there, but they guessed someone in the village knew something. Some in the village knew what I told them, like my family, Aaron's family, and close neighbors, but nobody gave me up. I sort of wished they did, they'd all be alive right now."
"If you felt that way, why not turn yourself in?"
"Because I was scared? Because I didn't want to die? Because I'd somehow beaten the odds and endured something I shouldn't have?"
"Because you wanted to survive." You say.
"Yes, because I wanted to survive. Just like I wanted to survive when they started lining up everyone to more efficiently butcher them. I managed to run. I left my mother, my father, my little brother, my friends. I left them ALL behind. I didn't try to save them Maybe I could've I don't think so, but I didn't even try. All I wanted to do is survive. And that's what I've been doing ever since, living in the swamp attempting to survive and plot revenge."
"Hmm, well you've got the survival bit down at least. So were you the only survivor from your village?"
"I dunno, I think some others ran. Don't know what happened to them though. So when are we going to attack again?"
"I'M going to get some rest and I'll attack again when I feel like it. YOU I don't know what you're going to do, but I suggest you go find some place to hide where those bastards can't find you. Now leave. I'm not going to ask nicely again."

The girl hops down from her sitting spot.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. YOU saved me. Twice. Which means right now you're the closest thing I have to a friend and friends help each other out. Besides, I did warn you about that guy going to attack you. Surely that warrants me at least some place to stay. I won't get in the way. I know how to take care of myself. I know I can do a lot more than I used to…"
"Look this isn't some shelter for lost girls! This is my damn home! I don't owe you shit! Now get the fuck outta here!" you yell and stand directly in front of her, but she's unmoved.
"You're going to have to fucking kill me then!" she shouts back in your face.

At this point you're more worried about your voices attracting attention. You feel like knocking her out, but that would only be a temporary solution and despite being a fairly ruthless killer, you're not going to oblige her alternative.

You push her out of the way and open up your entrance. She's probably a little amazed that she was so close to it and didn't realize it.

"Well? Don't just stand there with a dumb look on your face; get inside before we attract the attention of something other than Sul Monkeys." You say and motion her inside.

"What's your name anyway?"
"Lena."

Dendrin's going to have a field day with this and you've got nobody to blame but yourself.

[User] You time passes...

[Assistant]
Year 46

"Think the girl will survive your big attack plan?" Dendrin asks.
"If she does, she does. If she doesn't, well that's the way it goes." You reply.
"You don't mean that. You're just trying to play tough. I know better."
"Well if you know better why do you insist on asking stupid questions?"
"Tradition?"
"Hah…okay I'll admit that one was a little amusing."
"Glad to see you're in a better mood nowadays, but I imagine having someone to converse back and forth with on a regular basis might be helping. I told you, that you couldn't go on with your life as it was and I was right! And you say I don't look out for you."
"Yeah, that must be why you've seen fit to deprive me of nearly all my magic abilities."
"You're not a believer. I can't give to someone who has no faith. Sorry, but I don't make the rules. Besides, you were never a magic lover anyway."
"Perhaps not, but I found it useful in certain situations. Doesn't matter, I've been making due…I suppose it has made me adapt, and kept me from relying on a crutch."
"Well if that's your way of saying thanks, I guess I'll take it. Good luck tomorrow."

You wake up.

Today is the day, after months of carrying out a personal guerrilla war on Brutus' gang (you refuse to acknowledge such rabble as any sort of "army") you've managed to whittle it down to a manageable size to the point where he's had Sinkhole barricaded. You're not sure why considering its not going to stop you, but if the fool actually thinks building a shaky wooden wall and locking himself in his house is actually going to save him, so be it.

While you get ready, Lena's already set to go. You think she's been anxious for this day more than you have.

Lena has been helping you and for her part she's done an adequate job. She's taken to training well, though that's probably because she doesn't have much left anymore. You've had to pull her fat out of the fire on more than one occasion, but you expected you would when you first agreed to have her help you.

And at least she's helping you. That's more than can be said about anyone else! Despite all the damage you've done to their oppressors, your actions have not inspired others to take up arms against what's left of the eternals. You can't say you're surprised though. Lena on more than one occasion has travelled to a few of the swamp villages in the hopes of getting help, but no luck. You told her it was a waste of time, but she had to learn on her own your suppose.

You probably never show it and you'd certainly never admit it, but you do respect Lena and don't mind her company. Though there's still another whose company you prefer. (And that that isn't Dendrin)

"I'm going now. I'll be back later to tell you all about it." You tell Talia before you leave.

You and Lena make your way to Sinkhole. Along the way Lena makes her usual snappy comments. It's one of her less endearing qualities.

"So you couldn't get Talia to help us for this one?"
"Well maybe if I'd been a believer in Dendrin, he would've seen fit to raise her from the dead or something, but seeing as he's as much of an asshole as you're being right now, no I couldn't get Talia's help. Maybe next time." You reply.
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said that, I…"
"Forget it. You're nervous just like you are whenever we go into battle and you're deflecting as usual. Just save those witty remarks for combat. Seems to work on those wannabe eternals who get flustered over the smallest taunts."

Sinkhole's rickety wall doesn't quite extend all the way around the town, but its enough that there's no way to easily go around it without either wading through the deep marsh water or just barging through the front gate. If you still had your magic, you'd just scale the wall with the spider walk spell, but you don't have that luxury anymore. Chopping or kicking through the wall would probably take time and attract attention. You'd like to at least catch the enemy a little off guard.

So you decide to do the classic "pincer maneuver."

"Lena, you sneak around through the marsh where there is no wall and enter Sinkhole that way."
"Wait, where are you going to be?"
"I'm going through the main gate of course. They'll be focusing on me so much that you'll probably be able to take down several of Brutus' men before some of them converge on your position."
"Are you going to be all right?"
"We've worked together for months now and you have to ask me that? Don't worry about me, I've faced worse. A lot worse. Now Brutus will probably be hold up in that big house of his. Don't try to enter it until I get there since the place will probably be trapped."
"What if I see him outside?"
"I doubt it since the coward seems determined to throw everyone under his command at us while he hides. In the off chance you do see him, he'll probably be trying to escape so by all means try to stop him in that case. Now let's get going."

As you and Lena part company you know there's a fifty fifty chance Lena is going to disregard everything you've said and try to enter Brutus' home and try to kill him herself. You're going have to be quick if you want to beat her there.

Predictably several eternals guard the front gate and when you appear before them, the alarm is raised and they attack. If they're lucky, they might actually last more than a five minutes against you…

Four minutes later you've already fought your way through the main gate. You see several more eternals standing in the road with weapons drawn, but they look unsure to as whether or not to attack you or run away. Surprisingly one speaks up, he's a short man with brown hair wearing leather armor. He's very average looking and not at all anything like what the second generation eternals are supposed to be which are great hulking warrior types.

"Hold for a moment! I would speak with you. There is no need for animosity."
"What, you trying to stall for time and set up an amubush? Not likely, let's get on with this!" you reply and advance.

He and the two other eternals standing behind him all back away while still attempting to hold a defensive position.

"Wait just a moment, damn it! There are not enough of us left to set up a fucking ambush! We're all that's left, besides Brutus barricaded in his house. I mean we already know you could kill us all within seconds, is it really going to hurt to hear what I have to say?"
"Alright, make it quick."
"Okay, we're giving up. I mean just let us get the hell out of here and we'll never enter this damn swamp ever again. This ain't worth it and I certainly ain't dying for Brutus."
"What makes you think I'd let you go?"
"Look I know who you are. You're not just some crazy ass old shadow; you're also an eternal. A first gen. Oh yes, I heard stories about you in the old days and unlike most of my kind, I took them seriously. I also remember because I was assigned here when you were still causing trouble for the old Empire. Everyone thought you died when we collapsed the temple on you, but when our boys started getting picked off over the last year, I had a feeling who it might be. I tried to warn Brutus that we should just leave, but the fool wouldn't listen.
"Hmm, too bad you weren't smart enough to leave yourself."
"Well, Brutus may be a fool, but he's still my friend."
"Friends? Didn't know you second gens, had the concept of it…but he's so much of a friend, that you're ready to abandon him now?"
"I don't like it, but if I have to chose between loyalty to my friend and survival, survival is going to win."
"While this is all very interesting, you still haven't answered my question, why the hell should I let you go?"
"Because I talked Brutus out of destroying this entire town and the rest of the little villages in this swamp? Did you know when you started murdering us, his first order was to wage systematic genocide on the people of Delerg? Granted he still wiped out a few villages completely, but I managed to save lives because even I thought that was going too far. Other did too, I was just the only one brave enough to tell him in a way that showed it wouldn't be wise to do it."
"So that makes you a good guy?"
"No, I didn't say it makes me a good guy, I'm just saying that my deeds at least should be taken into consideration. I mean…fuck…you've killed a lot of us and you'll likely kill Brutus as well. Isn't that enough? We're no threat to you and we're not going to come back to launch some sort of sneak attack. You can have free reign of this place, I'd rather just put this shithole far behind me. You'll never see us again."

This guy might not be playing for time to have more of his buddies ambush you, but he's still taken up more than enough and there's no indication of Lena showing up who probably would've attacked them by now. Since she hasn't that can only mean she's decided to take on Brutus himself, which means she's probably going to get herself killed if you don't reach the house soon.

[User] You take care of the eternals first

[Assistant]
If Lena's gone ahead without heeding your warnings, she's going to have to fend for herself, because there's no way you're taking chances with just the word of this asshole.

"If you paid attention to history and old stories like you say you do, then you'd also know that I was never one to show mercy to my enemies. You're a bigger fool than your friend Brutus if you're thinking I'm going to let you go for any reason."
"I had to try." The eternal says with a resigned sigh. He turns and nods to his cohorts and they scatter in different directions while he advances on you.

Great, now you'll have to chase them all down.

You dispatch the big talker fairly quickly, you manage to catch another one with your armbow before he gets too far and you finally chase down the third one just as he reaches the front gate. You notice several citizens starting to creep out from their homes and other hiding places. Still helpful as ever.

You head quickly to the "mansion" sized home near the marshlands. You approach cautiously and that's when you see Lena waiting nearby it. Apparently she decided to listen after all.

"What took you so long? I'd like to get rid of this bastard and change out of these wet clothes."
"Glad to see you listened for once, but didn't you think I'd need help?"
"You told me, not to worry about you and to just wait for you."
"Hmm, I suppose I did. Nevermind, did you have any problems?"
"Other than having to pull leeches off my body? No. There were a couple eternals near the area where I came through, but I killed them while they were still trying to make up their minds on whether or not to leave their posts to investigate the noise you were stirring up at the front gate. Besides that, I investigated the surrounding area outside this house and I haven't seen any evidence that Brutus has tried to leave it."
"Let's just hope he doesn't have some sort of underground tunnel built. Let's go."

After breaking down the door, you cautiously move throughout the house. While certainly bigger than the rest of homes in Sinkhole, it probably doesn't look much better from the inside. The place is a wreck, you'd think as a leader he'd want to keep his own home in better condition, but then given that you live in an underground hole of a collapsed temple which was already in ruins when you arrived there, maybe you aren't exactly in a position to make judgments as far as living arrangements are concerned.

"No traps so far." Lena whispers.
"Considering there's so much junk and garbage in this place, they could be well hidden. Keep a look out anyway, and stay quiet! No need to give our position away."
"I'm sure he already knows we're…"

Before Lena can complete her statement, Brutus appears from around a corner and nearly takes her head off with an axe. Fortunately for her, you block the attack. At last you get a close look at the great leader himself, and once again you're unimpressed by what you see. Makes this whole endeavor hardly even worth it at this point.

"I'll make you wish you hadn't come back from the dead shadow!" Brutus exclaims right before you shut him up with a head-butt and then slicing his belly open. Falling to the floor and desperately attempting to hold in his entrails he starts to scoot back from you.

"You new eternals always talk too much." You say. "Lena…if you'd like to do the honors."

Lena wastes no time in taking up your offer. She points her spear at Brutus, who makes a plea for his life through bribery. It doesn't work and Lena skewers him in the chest with the spear.

Then she does it again… and again… and again… and…

"Sonofabitch! You killed my family! Bastard! Die! Die! Fuck you…" Lena sobs the whole time.
"Lena he's dead. You can stop now. He can't order anyone else anymore. None of them can do anything anymore, we killed them all." You say and grab the spear from her.

She looks at you with tears streaming down from her eyes and for the first time since that first night you saw her assaulted she looks vulnerable again. The hardened exterior has allowed itself to collapse. She hugs tightly you and continues to sob. You aren't exactly sure how to react except to reciprocate for a moment, but you're uncomfortable so you gently push her away when you feel enough time has passed. She's still upset, but begins to compose herself.

"(sniff) So what's next?" she asks.
"What do you mean?"
"What's next? I mean we killed all of the eternals here in Delerg. Aren't we going to go to Quala and continue? Where should we strike first?"

You figured something like this would happen. Lena isn't going to stop here. Already her desire for more vengeance is taking over. And while you certainly understand it and even agree with it to an extent, you just aren't sure if this is truly the path for her.

She has talent to be sure, but she's attempting to take on a task that will far exceed her abilities even with you at her side. That's the other problem. You fear that you might not even be on your best performance since you'll always be worrying about her in the back of your mind.

Still part of you would like to continue your partnership with her wherever that may lead. You certainly aren't moping around like you used to and Lena's enthusiasm bring a bit of a joy to your life.

[User] You join Lena

[Assistant]
Lena will probably go whether you do or not so you might as well go with her to keep her safer. You can also continue training her which can only help in her survival. You also enjoy Lena's company too and your spirits haven't been remotely this high for a long time.

"Slow down girl, we'll get to them eventually. They aren't going anywhere. Right now we should take a break before planning our next attack."

Lena nods and says that maybe you're right and that you should take a break. The pair of you takes your leave of Sinkhole and head back home as the peasants start to slowly fill the streets again.

When you get back home, Lena is definitely in a much better mood.

"It felt so good killing all those bastards! I think I'm only just realizing just exactly how good though!" she says followed by a triumphant yell of victory.
"Well you should be proud of what you managed to accomplish. It was a great victory and I'm proud of you too."

Lena smiles at your remark and hugs you again.

"Oh I would've never done it without your help! You've been so good and helpful to me! We'll go on to more victories against those eternal bastards, I just know it!"

Lena's body against yours so good to you right now. You feel closer to her than ever and not just in a physical way. During your embrace both of your eyes meet and it doesn't take long before your lips follow along with other parts of your body.

Later while she's asleep beside you, you walk into the garden feeling somewhat guilty for your actions.

"I…uh…I'm home. I meant to tell you sooner, but I…(sigh)…" you begin to say to Talia's grave.

It takes you a while to even muster up courage to speak again.

"Talia, I'm sorry…but as much as I tried to fight them I have feelings for Lena. She's a brave girl. She has that same fighting spirit. You know, like you did…"

You take the silence that follows as accusatory.

"No! I'm not replacing you! I just…NO! She won't die like you did! I'll make sure she's safe! That's why I'm going to look out and be with her! Look I can't morn you forever! Why won't you just let me move on? I have to move on right?! Wouldn't you want me to do that?!"

The further silence just makes you run out of the garden and into one of the other rooms. You begin to curse and sob at your situation. You know it's completely irrational, but you don't understand why you can't move on.

After you compose yourself, you head back to your room where Lena is still happily sleeping. Fortunately despite your rather loud outbursts, she hasn't stirred at all. When you get back into bed she instinctively cuddles next to you.

"Where'd you go?" she asks sleepily.
"Uh…just thought I heard a weird noise. It was nothing." You remark.
"Oh." She replies and drifts back to sleep.

You on the other hand are practically up for the rest of the night trying to put a ghost to rest once and for all. You manage to succeed, but you still don't feel good about it. Hopefully in time, you'll be able to live with it, but in order to do that, you're going to have to leave this place and not come back. There are just too many memories here.

Year 50

Lena wanted to take the fight to the eternals, and she's really been sticking to that promise.

In the beginning you were mainly targeting eternal soldiers and such. This naturally drew the ire of whatever local warlord that had established dominance there. This wasn't a problem since you mostly just moved on to another location in Quala.

The problem was you weren't just fighting eternals now, you were fighting the multitudes of human followers said eternal warlords have under their command. Given that you were only two people, you were more than a little outnumbered. Also while Lena may be better skilled than she was, but she still does not have the capability to assassinate a battle hardened eternal warlord commanding said armies. You probably might have had better luck, if you were younger and still had access to your shadow magic, as it stands though, you've lost that ability completely now. It would seem that Dendrin's link to you has practically been broken at this point, though he has still spoken to you from time to time. Mostly to tell you that your actions are a pathetic attempt to live in the past and you're just following around Lena like a glorified bodyguard. This has lead to the usual predictable arguments. Dendrin must've gotten tired of arguing with you though since he hasn't been speaking with you in quite some time, which suits you just fine.

Eventually, Lena once again attempted to stir up the local populations in the hopes of getting some more help, she was a little more successful this time, but nobody has ever lasted very long. They either they quit for various reasons after the first few missions, or they get themselves killed. The ones that do stick around are mostly criminal types who enjoy the violence along with the looting on the side.

All of this pretty much means Lena's the leader of a group of bandits masquerading around as "freedom fighters." You and Lena are now wanted in several territories in Quala. Even a few eternal rulers have declared temporary truce just so they can send joint forces against you. Svelk mercs have also been hired to hunt you down. While you've been generally supportive of Lena's misguided quest for vengeance, you haven't always thought its necessarily the wisest thing to pursue. Your last raid on a small encampment got half of the gang killed and Lena wounded to the point where she's going to be in no condition to go on another until she heals.

Right now you're siting beside her bandaged body while she rests. You wonder if you shouldn't at least try to talk a little sense into her. Its getting to the point where you believe your luck is going to run out eventually and while you're enjoying fighting side by side with her, part of you would like to pull back a bit. If only to ensure your survival so you can actually enjoy her company a lot longer.

Just as you've completed pondering this situation, Lena starts stirring from her sleep.

"Did we win?" she asks.
"Yes, but it was at a high cost. I told you we should've prepared longer. And you shouldn't have charged into battle like that."
"Doesn't matter, as long as we got that bastard."
"You do realize that the sergeant was the only eternal in the platoon right? The rest were just regular humans."
"So? If they take orders from an eternal and do their bidding, they're just as bad. You know that better than anyone."

There it is again. Her blind need for vengeance as usual. You're beginning to think she cares more about that, than she does you.

[User] You talk to Lena about quitting

[Assistant]
"Lena, you've been getting more reckless lately, and I'm starting to get concerned."
"What? These wounds? I'll heal. And I don't even need to wait that long anyway, I could be up and around before then."
"If you didn't pick a fight every chance you get, and actually took time to step back for a moment, you'd probably suffer less cuts and bruises. And while I know the group we hang around with are a bunch of low life scum for the most part, we still can't afford to lose them like we've been doing. Especially when the risk is starting to severely outweigh the potential rewards."
"Well, maybe its time we get some new people to help. Try to find some disgruntled peasant or something again."

You shake your head.

"Lena, you're not hearing me. I'm saying maybe its time to quit while you're ahead. I mean what are we even doing anymore?"
"We're fighting against injustice and tyranny! I thought that's what you used to do!"
"Yeah, that's what I USED to do. What I'm doing now I'm not so sure. Lena, you're letting your desire for vengeance overwhelm you. You're not thinking straight. You shoot down all my ideas when it comes to sound strategies. I mean lately you've just been throwing cautious right out the window."
"And you always played it cautious, when fighting the Empire?"
"Y'know what? YES. Yes I did whenever it was possible, y'know why? Because they fucking outnumbered us in everyway that's why! And despite the fact that I taught you how to fight, you are NOT me. You will NEVER be me. You passion for vengeance brought on by your unfortunate experiences, will never replace the rush I get when I get into a battle which always gives me an edge. And let me tell you something else. As good as I am, I can't always be everywhere so that I can save you just in time."
"Well who the hell is asking you to save me?!" Lena says with a displeased look on her face.
"Someone needs to save you, because you sure as hell haven't been of clear mind to maintain your self-preservation anymore! Lena look, I know you'd like nothing more than to personally kill every eternal you could get your hands on, but it's not going to happen. Even if you could, it won't change what has already happened."

You hold on to Lena's hand.

"Lena, I'm asking you for me, stop this now, before it completely consumes you. Are your feelings for vengeance stronger than your feelings for me?"

You look into Lena's eyes and her previous expression of displeasure turns to one of avoidance. She tries to speak, but stops. Sensing that she needs to respond, she gives you an answer.

"You, you know I love you."
"Yes, I'm sure you do, but you will not avoid my question so easily."
"I'm not…I…I…just…"

At this point, you close your eyes and sigh deeply.

"It's okay Lena. It's okay. This was probably my own damn fault anyway. Good luck." You say and kiss her on the head before attempting to leave.
"Wait! Where are you going?!"
"I can't stay with you Lena. You're on a path to self-destruction that I can't follow. I did that already with Talia and her dedication to Dendrin. Now that I think about it, this whole thing has been me trying to relive my own past by being with you. Trying to rekindle the same spark I had with Talia. I can't even lie to myself about it anymore. Anyway I'm rambling now, so I bid you goodbye and I hope you eventually see that you don't need to follow the path you're on."

You exit the tent with the Lena still calling for you, but you just keep walking. You notice you aren't the only one leaving. You see some of the thugs packing up their stuff and heading off to greener pastures no doubt. Maybe with less people to help, Lena will be less likely to mount foolish attacks. At least you hope she has that much sense.

As for you, you realize that if you're going to live in the past, you're going to do it the right way.

You travel back to Delerg. Back to the temple. Back home. The place is the same, its like you never left. You enter the garden…

"I'm home Talia. I'm home and I shouldn't have left. I see that now. I can only hope you can forgive me. Can you forgive me?"

You approach Talia's grave.

"Yes. Yes of course you forgive me. Just like I forgave you. We…we were always meant to be together." You say closing your eyes and unsheathing your blade.

"I should've done this a long time ago." You say and thrust your blade into yourself.

You fall beside Talia's grave as your life force drains out. Your last thoughts are peaceful ones.


[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 ignore the issue

[Assistant]
You ignore the issue, throwing a few extra guards in defensive positions to show your strength and ward off the rebellious mutant hordes. Unfortunately, you're simply unprepared for the scale of this rebellion. John the Hermit must have been planning this for decades, behind Kyros' back. Stores of ammo and weapons, hidden in stockpiles in the parts of the ship that hadn't been searched in millennia, are unearthed, as many of the functions of the ship cease as the mutants stop working. While your forces have better training, better equipment, better everything, as it has been said before, quantity has a whole quality of its own. The endless mutant hordes, entirely willing to die for their cause, all willing to martyr themselves as John the Hermit did.

As you stand in the war-room, surrounded by an army of mutants, burning dozens as lightning runs along your fingertips and psychic blasts kill all who could hope to oppose you, the mutants begin to overwhelm you. As their tentacles, hands and claws bring you down, tearing you apart, you have a brief musing about how similar this is to Kyros' 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 fetch the lighter

[Assistant]
You move over towards the gnarled, tangled roots of the tree, blood from the organs that hang above dripping down to you. You pause, seeing wrinkled fingers wrapping around your other hand. You're torn through the air with a scream, smacking into the earth as you're quickly dragged down a burrow hidden in the roots of the tree. You tumble to your ground, collapsing in front of a horrifying creature.

The creature looks to be a strange hybrid between a spider and an old man. It's body is spider-like, covered in a pale, translucent ooze. Its head is that of a smiling old man, although the same ooze drips from the corners of its mouth. Its eyes are black, lifeless orbs. It's eight long, spindly legs each end with a human hand covered with a wrinkled, grey skin.

"Good evening, my child," it says, with the voice of a kindly grandfather.

It's long, spindly arms reach around, it's wrinkled fingers grabbing your limbs and lifting you into the air.

"A shame I won't be able to take you to the tea party soon, but I'm just so very hungry. I'm going to savor your young, soft flesh," it says, as you scream into the silent darkness.

Hours later, when the last breath finally expires from your broken form, its long arm reaches out from its den, placing the bright, red plastic lighter in front of the den, waiting for the next fool to come. They always did.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You hack Rocker Chick

[Assistant]
(Sigh) You really didn't want it to come to this, but this is for survival now. You hack Rocker Chick's shelter and siphon her power, which gives you enough boost to send a violent surge of it to Shadow to purposely overload and fry out some vital components, from what you can tell you succeed. The last of his protection programs go completely down.

At this point both of your systems are a mess and working erratically. You're in a little bit better shape, but with the worm slowing down everything, you are unable to siphon from the last shelter available to give you the winning boost. As it turns out, this was fortuitous.

When Shadow siphons power from Job's shelter, it completely paralyzes and destroys his system, since all the errors and problems Job had were downloaded into Shadow's shelter. He's at your mercy, and even with your worm problems, you have enough time to apply the coup de grace. He loses all power and his name disappears once again. You stay on line for awhile to make sure he's really gone, but from your checking, he's definitely probably screaming in the darkness of his underground tomb now. You then think about how the others are probably doing the same thing.

It suddenly occurs to you that everyone was sentenced to their deaths and they weren't even involved in the fight. Innocents were killed in some misguided effort to "save" them. At best they were cannon fodder and "resources" for your war with Shadow.

This is the kind of thing that got the planet blown to fucking shit to begin with. Assholes, who don't like one another, don't back down and then insist on dragging everyone else into hell with them.

You didn't "win" anything. If anything you made things worse, not just for the others, but even for yourself. Your Shelter is never the same again. You spend weeks still trying to root out all the infections, and repair damaged files, but some things can't be repaired and the AI is fucked beyond any type of salvation even if you had the means. It never speaks again and barely runs at all. Ultimately you have to play it safe and just keep minimal lighting in the living area, and only keep the food and water dispensers working. Everything else that needs power is never used again for fear of your jury-rigging going all to shit and leaving you like the rest of your neighbors.

You spend your remaining years alone in near darkness pondering your judgment that day, slowly going mad.

"I was right…I was right…" you often mutter to yourself.


[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 the Empire

[Assistant]
Seeing as you've taken care of the major problem here, you don't see any need to stick around for the mundane search destroy missions that will undoubtedly take months. You could be focusing on more important things.

So you return to the Empire giving Jon a warning that while you've graciously allowed him to keep his position, any signs of possible betrayal or anything similar will be met with a complete cleansing of Barnacle and his painful drawn out demise.

When you get back to the Empire, you make the announcement that the Delerg Islands are now currently being incorporated into the Empire and what remains of the so called Island League is being hunted down as you speak. Sightmaster Crowley seems to be happier than anyone as he suggests once again that retaking Rask should be the next priority.

You tell Crowley that the retaking of Rask will definitely be next on the agenda, but you know it's going to take a lot more manpower than Delerg. You'd rather wait until you've completely tamed those islands first before launching another major operation. Still you can make the preparations in the meantime.

As the months pass you get a few reports about how things are going in Delerg and so far there have been no major troubles. While there have been a few skirmishes, for the most part your soldiers have found most Delerg inhabitants to willingly surrender to Empire law.

It is also around this time that you get a letter from Jennifer. She asks you about your recent visit to the Delerg islands and if it might be safe to launch an expedition to the islands. You write back and tell her that its probably "safer" but considering there are still hostile League members and who knows what sort of dangerous wild life on those islands you tell her that she probably shouldn't go. However, you follow up with if she does insist on going like you know she probably will, then to at least stop at Barnacle first and to take your seal that you're sending with the letter you're writing to the nearest officer or even the mayor and she'll have an armed escort to protect the expedition.

And just as you suspected, Jennifer goes off on her expedition. She never was one to play it too safe, but you're pretty sure she'll be fine.

Year 547

"Trouble, my Emperor?" Crowley asks.
"(Sigh) It looks like. David just sent a message saying that there's some weird religion that's been cropping up in Nalin. He says there hasn't been any real trouble yet, but he felt I should know due to my stance on organized religion. Ugh, I'm going to have to return to the Empire and straighten all this shit out. You know when we brought most of the Eyes with us here to Rask so we could effectively fight the wendigo, I was concerned about perhaps an increase in crime or possibly even a bit of rabble rousing in Nalin. Not this shit. We're finally making good progress and I don't need religious fanatics to possibly fuck up my plans."

You explain to Crowley that you'll be leaving him in charge of all operations in Rask. Seeing as he's very familiar with the territory already you have confidence that he'll be fine here. Of course he's been slightly revenge driven on the wendigo when you found out Everwatch was overrun and destroyed by them.

When you arrive at your palace in Dalt, you're anxious to get down to this new religion business. David greets you immediately and states that Jennifer is also here and wanting to see you.

"Jennifer? I thought she was still digging up shit in Delerg and trying find lost islands. She's finally back?" you say.
"Yes, I just sent her into your private chambers. I thought due to your history, you wouldn't mind seeing her."
"Normally I wouldn't mind, but I'd like to get down to this new religion you mentioned in your message. Can't afford to waste any time with it."
"Apologies, Emperor."
"(Sigh) Very well, she's already here, I might as well see her…what the hell is that on your arm?" you ask David, pointing at the skin on left forearm. It's almost scaly looking.

He reacts rather sheepishly and tries to pull his sleeve back down.

"Oh that. Just a bad skin rash. I need to make a quick trip to the apothecary."
"I'll say, its pretty nasty looking." You remark and head on to see Jennifer.

When you arrive to see Jennifer, she's fiddling with a box of some sort. She closes it up when you walk in.

"Hey if it isn't the conquering Emperor of Rask! How is everything going up there?" Jennifer asks.
"Better than expected I suppose, what's that box?"
"Oh this? Just something I found while digging around Delerg. Y'know you really should've stuck around that place longer. It has a lot of fascinating historical things relating to the old Empire."
"Hmm, well I'm more concerned with the new one myself, but I trust you haven't had any problems during your time there."
"No, none at all. My expedition there went very well."
"Good, good. Look Jennifer, I'd like to play catch up and all that with you, but you've caught me at a bad time right now. David has told me there's a new religion starting to take root in Nalin, and I want to stomp that out, before it becomes a problem."
"You mean like the shadows caused for the old Empire?"
"Exactly like that."
"You know one of our discoveries was an old shadow temple located on one of more remote islands. Most of it was underwater, but it was still very interesting." Jennifer says.
"Hrm. They did have their original temple located in Delerg. Surprised its still around, we had it demolished even back when we finished off their seditious religion for good."
"I think the problem with the shadows is that they waited too long to strike."
"What?!" you exclaim.
"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm glad the Empire defeated them. Its just that from what you've told me about the shadows and from what I've learned from my findings, its that the shadows waited too long to strike out against a powerful enemy."

You're about to ask Jennifer what the hell is she getting at, when all of a sudden the doors to your private chambers are kicked open and four soldiers fire at you. You're taken completely by surprise and most of their shots hit you. You fall to the floor wheezing and in pain, but you muster up enough strength to cast a fireball at your assailants who are all set ablaze due to their proximity to each other.

While they scream and flail about in the hallway trying to put the flames out, you realize you need to heal yourself immediately before you succumb to your mortal wounds. You being to concentrate, but are suddenly kicked in the side of the head and shot again, this time in the neck. You still aren't dead yet, but you most certainly will be soon.

You stare up from the floor at Jennifer who holds a smoking pistol in her hand. Probably what she had in the box she was messing with earlier.

"I wish things could've been different, but I knew you would've never accepted the glory that is to come when Hukleev rises from his underwater kingdom and submerges the Empire, transforming all into his subjects."

You can't even reply or react to Jennifer's words let alone her treachery. You just bleed out and start to lose consciousness. The last thing you see is Jennifer moving in closer to you where upon she gives you one last kiss, which tastes faintly of brine.