[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 go for the archer, take him out before he alerts the others.

[Assistant]
"It's just a lone sniper out there, waiting. If there were more, they'd be firing volleys of bolts and arrows right at us. I'm going to sneak ahead and try to take that archer down. You two stay here and keep your heads down." Your companions nod slowly, still unsure of the plan. You poke your head up a bit, trying to spot him. There he is, about forty yards away. You duck back down and begin crawling towards him.

It takes several agonizing minutes, occasionally stopping to poke your head up and hoping he won't spot you, but soon enough you're within charging distance of the archer. You slowly unhook your blade from its chain on your back, taking a deep breath to ready yourself, before popping up and running straight for him. He manages to get a bolt off, hitting you in the thigh, but you carry on despite the wound and swing your sword at him. His head rolls on the ground not long after, and you pant.

You remove the bolt like you did the other one and look around. No one here yet. You shout back to your companions, "Let's get going!" Slowly, they rise from the grass. Miller takes the lead again, and the rest of the march goes on without incident.

After a few hours of walking, you arrive at Ornislov just as the sun is starting to set. The city is more like a giant fortress, surrounded by walls on all sides with no obvious entry points aside from the gates. Miller leads you around the city walls, to a sewer grate. "This is how we got in last time. Come on, get in." You and Iris crawl through the grate as Miller holds it open. He climbs in after you, shutting it.

Iris summons a fireball in her hand, keeping it held out to illuminate the area. The sewer tunnel stretches on for what seems like miles. There's a few latters every couple of yards, likely leading up into the city streets. Miller takes the lead again, walking past several ladders until he stops in front of one. "This is it. Above is a warehouse, where all the supplies are kept. There's guards around, so we'll have to take them out."

You and Iris nod. "Let's go."

The three of you begin climbing the ladder.

[User] You continue

[Assistant]
Once you get above ground, you pause to examine the warehouse. It's bland and non-descript, made of wood and flanked on both sides by identical warehouses. Miller points out the one you're staring at. "This is it. There's guards inside. Come on, I know a way inside." You and Iris follow him to the side of the warehouse. There, a single wooden door stands, which Miller cracks open slowly. No one in sight, at least for now.

The three of you step inside, crouching down low. There's guards patrolling the warehouse, hands on swords at their hips. You hear two of them having a conversation in Kishak. You whisper, "Can I get a translation?"

Iris nods.

"What are those two saying?" You point out the two guards.

She listens in for a moment, then smiles slowly. "They're talking about how boring warehouse duty is. Let's spice it up a bit." She conjures up an smoky green orb in your hand. You wonder what it is for a moment, before she shoots it straight at the two guards. A faint cloud comes into existence around them, and as they breathe it in their eyes sag. After a few moments, the two collapse, sleeping. Iris nods. "Come on."

The three of you continue on like that, you and Miller keeping an eye out for guards while Iris takes them out quickly and quietly. Before long, the guards are all down, and the warehouse is yours for the taking. You approach the nearest supply box and open it, finding a large supply of food. You open the next, and find hundreds of crossbows. The next, hundreds of swords. It goes on and on, each crate containing an ungodly amount of supplies.

Nodding, you motion to Iris. "Light it up." The mage nods, before summoning up a fireball and shooting it right at the nearest crate. Then, she summons another and fires it, then another, and another. Before long, the building is starting to go up in flames. It seems like your work here is done, and you ready to leave... Before you hear a shout in Kishak.

A guard.

He runs straight for the front door and bolts before you can do anything, and the three of you share a look of shock. Then, Miller and Iris bolt, you trailing behind as fast as you can. The three of you get out of the warehouse and begin to open up the hatch leading into the sewers, while you hear a sharp horn go off in the distance. This is bad.

Miller cracks open the hatch and motions for the two of you to get in. As you do, Iris fires off a few more fireballs at the other warehouses. "Just in case!" she says, before joining you on the ladder. Miller gets in right away, closes the hatch above you all.

As you three enter the sewers and then quickly leave it, the sounds of marching footsteps greet your ears. The Kishak soldiers are moving fast. They must have sent some to investigate the warehouses, while the others were sent to find you on the outside. The three of you take off into the night as fast as you can, keeping an eye out for soldiers.

You get about a mile away when you notice the squadron of soldiers following after you. They must be one hundred men in all, all bolting straight for you. "We've got company!" you shout to your companions, who quickly notice the threat and pick up the pace. The three of you continue on, then notice an old log cabin on the side of the road. Acting quickly, the three of you duck in there.

Miller slams the door shut and immediately moves a nearby bookshelf in front of it. "That won't hold for long," you warn.

"I know. It's more for my piece of mind," he replies, slumping down into a sitting position.

"What are we going to do?" Iris asks. You and Miller don't give her an answer. "We accomplished our mission, but now we're behind enemy lines with no chance of rescue. Are we just supposed to sit back and die?"

You pat her on the shoulder, and nod. "Afraid so. We did the right thing. They'll make martyrs out of us, probably."

Miller sighs. "So we're just supposed to give in and die, is that it?"

Iris is fuming. "No. We're not going to just give in and die. We're going to go out there and give them hell before we do."

"No use. There's one hundred of them and three of us. We'd be slaughtered." Miller places his face in his hands.

"Better to take at least a few of them with us before they kill us, right?" Iris asks. "What do you think, Kit?"

[User] You say "You're right. Let's give those Kishak bastards hell."

[Assistant]
Iris smiles. "I guess you are the real deal."

Despite yourself, you crack a smile too. "Yeah. I guess I am."

Miller sighs, then stands up. He unsheathes his sword, and sighs. "Well then, let's see to it that these Kishak sons of bitches meet their maker." He moves the bookshelf from the door, and looks to the two of you as he grips the door handle. "You two ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Iris says.

You nod. "Let's get this over with."

He pushes the door open, and the three of you move out as quickly as you can. There's at least one hundred Kishak soldiers in front of you, all armed with swords and axes and pikes and whatever else they have. The three of you stand side by side, readying your weapons; Miller takes a battle stance with his sword, Iris prepares an arc of electricity, and you grip your blade with both hands.

The Kishak soldiers charge, and the three of you meet them head on.

THE END


[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 say "Who am-- was I?"

[Assistant]
Kelso stares at you, obviously contemplating how to answer.

"Don't know, don't care. Your new life begins now."

Damn. Well, okay, doesn't seem like he's going to reveal anything...


[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 even if they are complacent, best you play it safe and try to sneak up on them through the trees and shrubs along side the track.

[Assistant]
You've decided to play it safe, who knows if they were working alone and they may be better armed than before. Plus it would be sweet to see the mans face as he first realizes your there when you knock him out just like he did to you.

You sneak along near the track for close to an hour when you see smoke rising ahead from some trees. You push ahead being careful not to make any noise and approach the clearing slowly. You see the man and woman there near the fire talking and overhear snatches of conversation. You cant make it all out but it sounds like they are talking about a trap and waiting for someone.

Are they talking about robbing you or a new trap for someone else?

Unsure about their intent you think its best you take them by surprise either way and lift a hefty looking branch then sneak into the clearing at an angle so their backs are mostly turned to you. You approach as silently as if you were stalking a deer and slowly lift it above your head. You smile to yourself then call out "Hey!" just as you swing. The man looks up in shock just as the branch connects, knocking him out cold.

"Thats one down" you say as you turn to the woman and heft the branch. The look of surprise on her face is priceless! "How did you..." she starts but you cut her off. "Lets just say you picked the wrong guy to rob, now I don't make a habit of hitting women but I can easily make an exception so bring me everything you took, along with some food to make up for my inconvenience and I'll be going."

She just stares and asks "But how did you get them all with just a stick?"

You look at her blankly for a second and see her break into a smile "Ooohhh, you just snuck into the clearing didn't you. I'm sorry honey but you should have realized we don't work alone, even if my guards don't make such good sentries".

You glance at the trees just as several men with crossbows come running out and take aim at you. The woman backs away from you.  You think it was probably a bad idea to chase after robbers in the middle of nowhere as the men open fire rendering you into a human pin-cushion.


[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]
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 persuade against her idea

[Assistant]
This isn't going to be easy or fun for you, but it is regrettably necessary. You're going to not only have to convince her that she shouldn't pursue this path, but also push her away in general.

"Lena, you won, be happy with your victory. I know you'd like to kill every eternal out there, but it just isn't feasible."
"I won? My family is still fucking dead!"
"And? You think you're the only one who's ever lost something dear to them? Going on a vengeance crusade still isn't going to bring them back and it's just going to get you killed!"
"What the hell else do I have to live for?!"
"What do you have to live for? You're still young for one thing, you've got your whole life ahead of you. Yes, what happened was tragic for you, but you've grown stronger because of it and you survived the ordeal. Now make the most of it. Live your life. Find someone to settle down with or whatever it is normal people do."
"Normal people…do you really think I can go back to a normal life? Be someone's little housewife?"
"Okay maybe not normal…look I'm just saying you going on some fool errand of trying to kill every one of those assholes claiming to be eternals is going to get you killed. Not all of them are going to be as inept as the ones that were hanging around here. The other ones? They're constantly at war and are battle hardened. I guarantee they'll be much tougher opponents and much more organized."
"But wouldn't you be there to help? You could train me more and…you could start up a rebellion in Quala! Just like you did in the old days you told me about!"
"Ha ha. No, those days are long over. I've told you that before. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not training you any more. You are not meant for this sort of life. I helped clear out this swamp and now I will probably go back to my previous life of solitude."

Lena begins to tear up again. It's obvious she doesn't like where this is going.

"You're kicking me out of your home aren't you?"
"(Sigh) You had to know this arrangement wasn't going to last forever. I know you'll find some place to be I mean I'm sure you'll be treated very well by most people considering you just helped remove their oppressors."
"Save me your words, (sniffle) I thought we were…a team…I thought you cared…just go away. Leave me alone."

You don't say anything else, because saying anything else is just going to make things harder and likely make things worse. So you just leave.

It feels like forever getting back home, but eventually you do and head straight to the garden.

"I'm back home, just like I said I would be. I even brought you something." You say and put some blue flowers you picked on your way back home on her grave.

"Oh Lena? Yeah she's gone. I think its for the best she didn't live here anymore y'know? Dendrin already impedes on us enough. Didn't need her around too."

"I mean if she'd stayed she would've just been miserable here and eventually we would've ended up going to Quala like she wanted and she would've gotten herself killed. At least this way, she won't do it now…well I suppose I can't be sure of that, but I think the fact that she waited for me instead of charging into Brutus' place by herself is a good indication. Showed me she's always heeded my advice and not only that, she's not as overly confidant as I thought she was. Without me around she'll eventually abandoned her need for vengeance and settle into the normal life she was supposed to lead. She… deserves it, don't you think?" you say with your voice quivering a bit.

You begin to wipe your eyes and sniffle a bit.

"No, of course I didn't love her! What kind of opportunist would I be if I took advantage of some girl half my age that had a shitload of emotional baggage and a fragile personality? I'd be no better than those wannabe eternals that's what. Besides, I didn't think of her in that way, I just…look I'm tired all right? I'm going to bed."

You leave the garden and collapse on your bed. It takes awhile but eventually you start to fall asleep hoping that you don't have to put up with any smart-ass comments from Dendrin anytime soon.

He has uncharacteristically heard you for once because he leaves you alone for quite some time.

You briefly consider doing what you told Lena not to do and that's go kill eternals in the Quala region, but really that bores you already. Besides, you feel it isn't going to be quite as much fun anymore without Lena around.

It suddenly occurs to you that you should do some travelling again. You don't have much else to do, so why not? Still, this will always be your home no matter what. You won't leave for good. You just need a change of scenery.

You decide that you'll travel not to places you've already been or already know about, but to parts unknown, namely Delerg itself. Despite it being part of the Empire, much of it still remains unexplored. You decide you might as well stay relatively close to home if you have the intention of coming back.

You pack up some gear and get ready to go, of course saying good-bye to Talia and telling her you'll return eventually.

Year 50

Passing the time by exploring uncharted parts of Delerg has kept you a bit busy over these past few years. It's amazing that nobody had done it before, but the stories about the Delerg swamp being much more hostile the deeper you went were true.

You travelled north for quite awhile, but eventually the swamp thinned out completely until it turned into vast bodies of water. Going further would've required a boat and you didn't really have any wish to do that once you saw a glimpse of some of the things lurking in the water.

Travelling east was an ordeal that you nearly didn't survive. The swamp became more jungle like and it almost seemed as if the land itself was protecting something or otherwise it just didn't want anyone going further east. You did battle with several beasts that you'd never seen before and probably nobody else from the "civilized" world had either. It wasn't just beasts that were hostile, or even the plants, but also a short dark race of humans. Their small stature didn't make them any less dangerous. Eventually you had to turn back because of the constant attacks that even you couldn't keep defending against. You swear the trees must've been spawning the little bastards.

Thankfully as an eternal you're somewhat resistant to poisons, because it served you well during that time.

Still if you stopped doing something just because it nearly killed you, you wouldn't have accomplished anything in your life. So eventually you travelled south and beyond the swamp and jungle you discovered a whole new land, yet very much the same as the one you're familiar with.

Four tribes, two of them human, one elven and another one reptilian, all of them warring with each other and all of them fairly hostile towards you when confrontation was your only option with them.

From what you could figure out, three of the factions were all displaced by the Empire in some way when it still existed. The reptilian tribe apparently was nearly exterminated by the shadows in the earlier days of the Empire as they once lived in the Delerg province. (Which explains why they were especially hostile towards you)

You explored as much as you could and eventually departed leaving the factions to their private war.

Naturally the whole time you were exploring you were periodically returning back home. Delerg itself never changed, it was the same quiet place it always had been. Every once in a while you'd attempt to trade goods in Sinkhole for the rare items you might need, people never accepted any payment you might offer and instead just handed it to you for free. Nowadays you're considered the last shadow protector of the land and well respected. Of course you aren't the only one.

Lena is also well respected thanks to her deeds. Her assumption that she would never be able to fit into a normal life again were wrong as she did find someone to settle down. Though she was right that she would not be a simple housewife and is a hunter and trapper by trade. You know she lives in one of the smaller villages, probably much like the one she grew up in, but you've never spoken to her directly. You see no point in dredging up the past and you have both gone your separate ways now. You're glad that she managed to move on, which is more than can be said for others…

"Why have you been writing a lot lately? Never known you to pursue such interests." Dendrin asks.
"I dunno. Why not? Not like I'm currently wandering topside at the moment and I already read all the books here. Figured I'd write about stuff I encountered or did on my last travels."
"So you're writing a book?"
"More like a personal journal. Not like I'm going to share it with anyone."
"So why do it?"
"As I said, why not? Don't you have something better to do?"
"Not really, though I thought you would be considering the impending invasion."
"Invasion?"
"Yes, the invasion. I know you've been running all over the place lately, but haven't you been keeping up on the local discussions, I assumed you had since I know you do visit Sinkhole on occasion. One of those eternals or several of them apparently have figured out this place has no active resistance of any kind and would be easy pickings."
"Oh that. Yes I'm aware of what's going on and I've been preparing for the inevitable."
"What? Your usual training? You really think you're going to be able to pull off what you did before by yourself? You do realize that if this place is invaded again, it won't be occupied by the ones that were here before?"
"Yes, I'm well aware and as I said, I'll be ready."
"Are you planning on leaving?"
"No, but I'm glad you've still got faith in my combat abilities…as I asked before, don't you have something better to do?"
"I might have to find something better to do soon if you aren't around anymore." Dendrin says.

You wake up.

You're also left to ponder his "concern" for you. He's right in that if there is an invasion, it'll most likely be a proper army like when the Empire occupied Delerg.

So what can you really do about it if it does happen? Leave? You're past thinking like that. This is your home until the day you die.

Fight? You probably will eventually just to break up the monotony, but you doubt if you'll be able to keep your "secret" home a secret. Ever since you made your reappearance it's a well known fact of where you live by most of the Delergites. Even the group of eternals you got rid of before eventually figured it out, though by that time they were too damned scared to ever launch any sort of offensive.

The other problem to this is you are starting to feel your age. It's partly why you stopped your exploring and returned home to rest. Fighting your own extended personal war by yourself for any reason is getting to be less of a viable option especially if this potential invasion force is dead set on keeping the province. And it isn't like anyone else is going to help…

Well perhaps one person might, but the situation would be vastly different and she has her own life now, though you wonder what sort of life that might be when the invasion comes.

The only other option you have is to just lay low in the temple and never come out when the invasion arrives. You could easily seal up the entrance that even if it were found, it wouldn't be easy to get in.

[User] You live as you have

[Assistant]
You spent many years practically buried alive, you're not about to spend your remaining life that way. Better you should just die in battle instead. Of course you only intend on doing that if there are no other options.

So if this place stands any chance at all you're going to enlist the help of the only person you know that will fight tooth and nail. You have no idea how Lena is going to react to seeing you again, but its something you're going to have to do.

You travel to the small village that lies to the south of Sinkhole where you know Lena has made her home. Its nameless, unspectacular and the people there live simple lives, but that's usually the standard for the villages around here.

After asking a few of the locals, one of them directs you to where Lena's house is located. It doesn't surprise you that it's a bit isolated from the rest of the village. In any case it looks a lot better made than the rest. The muscular man outside chopping wood might have something to do with that though. He's younger than you, though probably not more than ten years and probably a wood cutter by trade. He puts down his axe when he notices you walking up, which shows he doesn't sense believe you mean him harm. While he's probably a little surprised by your presence, it's obvious he knows who you are, why not? Everyone does in this swamp.

"So…the shadow finally comes to visit. I always wondered when this day would come. My name is Henry. Lena has spoken about you on several occasions."
"Nothing good I expect."
"On the contrary, she's always spoken highly of you. If I was a more insecure man, I'd probably be jealous. However, I believe the bond I have with Lena is an unbreakable one…well save for death of course. Even love must give way for reality after all."

Shows how much he knows given that you still speak to Talia as if she were still alive. Of course you may not exactly be the beacon of sanity.

"Anyway, if you're here to see Lena, she's out right now hunting, but should be back soon. I can't promise that she'll greet you warmly however." Henry remarks and then crying is heard on the front porch of the house from a basket. He excuses himself to go see to it.

You watch from a distance as you see Henry take a child from the basket and make the usual parental reassurances to calm the child. The child must only be a few months old, you didn't know that Lena had a baby recently. You hear the name Tulla being said a few times and then Henry looks back over to you.

"A handful this one sometimes. Still worth it though." He says to you with a smile.
"Worth fighting for I hope." You reply.

Henry's smile disappears at your remark.

"Of course."
"Well that would make you better than most parents in this forsaken swamp. But the willingness to fight isn't going to carry the day you know."

"Neither is an old broken down eternal who belongs to a long dead order." A familiar voice says. You turn around and see Lena carrying few dead Sul Monkeys and a small Croxidile. She's changed a bit, a little older and weathered by life, but its still the girl you remember. She motions to Henry to go inside and he nods and complies.

"So that's the family huh?" you say. "I didn't realize you had recently given birth. Congratulations I guess. I knew you'd find…"
"Why are you here?" Lena asks as she sets up the Sul Monkeys for skinning.
"Okay, right to the point then…there's an invasion coming."
"Yes, I'm well aware of the rumors."
"I doubt if they're rumors at this point."
"So? What are you suggesting then?"
"I really don't know. I mean…(Sigh) look if there is an army coming from Quala, they aren't going to be the push overs that were here before."
"Yes, I'm aware of that too. That's why I've been trying to build up a resistance. I dunno if they'll be any good in a fight, but it's better than nothing."
"Wait, you mean you actually got people to potentially help you? When?"
"I've been doing it ever since you abandoned me. Making contacts, building up friendships and all that stuff. I'm surprised that you didn't know about it, but then you have been traipsing around the swamp for the past few years. Surprised you didn't just leave for good. I mean what is there for you here?"
"Its my home too you know."

Lena snorts at your answer.

"Home…you don't have a home. You aren't even a true shadow by your own admission. The only reason why you still live here is because you buried Talia in that wrecked temple you call home. You can't move on."
"Perhaps, but someone else hasn't moved on from her school girl crush either apparently. Henry's nearly my age. He's my height and his hair is even my color, one might call that… substitution."
"Don't you dare criticize Henry! He's a good man! Better than you'll ever be!" Lena shouts, but you notice she is careful enough to throw down her skinning knife before getting in your face and poking you in the chest. Not that you would've taken it as a serious threat anyway.

"Again perhaps, but I didn't come here to criticize him or fight with you. Look, I'm going to be fighting the eternals regardless of your answer, but I thought it might be wise to contact someone else who I know is a fighter. Apparently though you've managed to find more though so perhaps you don't need my help. Now if you don't want or need my help, I shall take my leave, but it's always here if you want it directly."

Lena says nothing other than picking up her knife and going back to skinning. You turn to leave and get about a few paces, before she calls back to you.

"Wait. Since you're more out of the loop than I thought, it might be good to bring you up to speed on the specifics of what is known and what is planned. If only to make sure you don't get in the way of our own operations with your lone wolf tactics. So let me finish this first and you can come on in. We'll have dinner before going over some of the details."
"Very well." You respond.

After your visit is over, you leave with a better grasp of what's to come. You just aren't optimistic about it being enough, but then fighting the odds has always been what you've done all your life. No point in changing precedent.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 55

You always were one to defy the odds, but you knew it could only end like this.

Luck certainly played a large factor in your favor at the beginning. First off the invasion rumors were still just rumors for quite a while. It gave you and Lena more time to prepare and it was definitely preparation that was needed.

By the time the eternal warlord Victor sent anyone to establish dominance, most of the population had actually been motivated to help. This was mostly thanks to Lena again, as well others she recruited. Victor's first attempt was surprisingly diplomatic, as he sent in an ambassador of sorts along with a company of his troops in Sinkhole. There was an attempt to talk the Delergites into just capitulating with assurances that no harm would come to them if they had. Ultimately these empty promises were wasted and with your help, the first battle of Delerg was a crushing defeat for Victor. There was a lot of celebrating afterwards.

You knew it was just the beginning though.

The first few years were a back and forth guerilla war. Victor immediately seized Sinkhole and made it his base of operations. Battles were fought throughout the swamp and jungle. Some of the villages were occupied during this time, but there was still hope.

Then came the moment you knew was going to happen and that's when Victor got tired of playing nice.

Losing way more troops and spending a lot more time than he wanted to, Victor started making demands that if the Delergites didn't surrender immediately he was going to set the whole province to the torch. He also wanted you personally to be delivered to him dead or alive. He probably assumed that since you were a shadow, you were actually the main one responsible for leading this thing.

There were a couple attempts to assault your home, but you had made sure it was a death trap for anyone even entering the nearby area, let alone the ruins themselves. The other attempt was to surround the area to at least contain you, but that didn't really work either considering you just used a different access route that you made years ago and they'll probably never find that one since its nowhere near the ruins and you have to actually swim underwater to access it.

Eventually an order was given to just try to kill you on sight when possible and that the subjugation of Delerg was the main priority.

To her credit Lena managed to maintain the Delergites' enthusiasm of resisting Victor and most continued to fight, but heart alone isn't enough sometimes. Victor just sent in more troops and began to make good on his promises of setting the province on fire. Village after village burned. Those that weren't killed were taken away, probably in slavery.

Things got so grim that you briefly pondered the idea of praying to Dendrin for help if only to try to get your shadow magic back, but given that it didn't save Talia, you saw no reason to bother. Dendrin even told you not to bother, as he knew you'd never be a believer. Apparently your mere lip service would no longer be sufficient at this point.

Dendrin did suggest that you attempt to convert others to the shadow religion though and he'd be more than willing to grant them powers providing they went through all the normal procedures. You laughed at that idea, you're no missionary and had no time to bother with whatever self-serving plan Dendrin was hatching. Besides, the Delergites weren't interested in anything else except surviving the next attack by Victor, they were already committed to one "cause" and that was more than enough.

And now here you are in Lena's village, the last stand of the Delerg resistance. It doesn't much resemble a village anymore so much as it resembles a small walled fort now. And when Victor's forces attack again, it'll resemble a smoldering ruin.

As you look around the village through the rain you see so many wounded and many more just plain exhausted. Things weren't even this bad for them under the Empire during its last days. They weren't even this bad under Brutus' gang.

This is what fighting the good fight has brought them. Death for those that resist and slavery for those that gave up long ago. All of them have to be thinking or have already thought at one time: "Was it worth it?" Some probably think no. Some probably think yes. And they'd both be right.

It's definitely what you think and have thought in the past.

The difference is you know that YOU can survive this. You'll live to fight another day. Its what you've always done and it'll probably what you'll continue to do until some lucky bastard manages to kill you. Who knows? Maybe that day is sooner than you think.

You really aren't worried about yourself though; lately you've been slightly more concerned about someone else.

And it isn't Lena.

"Hey Uncle Shadow, are the invaders coming today?" Tulla walks up and asks you seemingly oblivious to the fact that it's raining.

You have no idea where she got the idea to call you "uncle shadow", but she's been doing it for so long now that you don't bother to tell her not to anymore.

"Probably not in this rain. Victor's soldiers are still going to need a catapult or battering ram to get through the gates. They aren't going to be able to drag one of those things here in the mud at least not effectively. Not just mud either, but water as well; the rivers and marsh are overflowing because of the rain. If you look down there you can see we've practically got a small moat around us. No my guess is they'll wait for the rains to stop and then a few days after so the water level drops." You explain while fixing your hood over your head.
"And then they'll attack?"
"Yes, and then they'll probably attack."
"And will we win again?"

You don't answer; instead you motion Tulla to the overhanging roof at a nearby sleeping house.

"Didn't your mother teach you to come in out of the rain?" you say shaking off your own water soaked tunic.
"I like the rain. It feels nice." Tulla remarks.

It's funny to see how Tulla was brought up in such a warzone yet she maintains an innocent sense of appreciation for simple things like rain.

"Where is your mother anyway? Shouldn't she be looking out for you?"
"Oh you know her, she's busy a lot making plans with people to fight the bad people that attack us. It's boring to sit there."
"Perhaps, but you still should stay near her. Its not exactly safe out here."
"But I am safe, because you're here and you're a great warrior! Mommy says so!"
"Hmm. I'll bet, but I'm also busy and I can't keep an eye on you all the time."
"I'll bet you can! Mommy says that you're also the fastest warrior here!"
"Mommy talks a lot about me to you does she?"
"Yes! She says that you're a lot more useful than daddy was."

You don't even know how to respond to that. You always figured that even if Lena never did truly "love" Henry, you always thought she at least respected and cared for him. Henry wasn't a bad guy; he just wasn't cut out for fighting. It's certainly not his fault that he died trying to defend this village. He's only been dead a year and it really doesn't seem right that she's bad mouthing him to their daughter like this. Its not really right that she's always been so distant to Tulla in general, but you've never understood that.

Or maybe you do.

Lena's deluded herself that she's always pursued this resistance because it's about defending her family, other families and the homeland from tyranny, and it is to an extent. But her real reasons? She still hasn't let go of the hate she has for eternals and she wants to kill as many as possible before she dies. (Never mind the fact that it's mostly other humans actually making up the rank and file of Victor's troops and Vic himself isn't anywhere near the battlefield)

In the scheme of things she never really wanted a family because as far as she was concerned her family died when she was a little girl and all that was left was the hatred that burned within. Everyone else to her is a secondary concern. You might be the exception because you managed to better focus her rage and possibly even quell the fire of it a bit.

Who knows what might've happened had you taken Lena as some sort of youthful substitute for Talia. Who knows what might've happened had Victor not invaded. Would Lena still have insisted on her vendetta?

You don't know and it isn't important because it's the past and now is the present. She has obviously chosen a path and its not one you're going down because you're not responsible for her. You've helped as much as you could and you're done.

Still, while it probably won't do any good, part of you feels like you should go confront Lena before you leave.

[User] You confront Lena

[Assistant]
You're going to try one last time with Lena. MAYBE you can talk some sense into her.

"Come on." You say and grab Tulla by her little hand to pull her along as you walk.
"Where are we going?"
"To see your mother."

Lena usually holds her meetings in a drab looking two-floor house near the center of the village which she's made into her home since the village was walled up. You go there immediately and find her standing behind a table while she speaks to a bunch of other people standing in the room. It's packed, but you make your way through the crowd. Lena notices and wonders if you're here to tell everyone that there's an attack coming.

"What's going on? Are those bastards coming to attack us?" Lena asks.
"No, but I need to talk to you NOW."
"I'm in the middle of something, can't it wait?"
"No, this is something that needs to be addressed in private, and if you're unwilling to do so, I'm going to start clearing this room out in a less civilized manner."

Knowing that you'll do it, Lena tells everyone that the meeting is over and that everyone should go back to their duties. When the home clears out, you're left with just Tulla and Lena in the room. You tell Tulla to go upstairs and find something to busy herself with. She complies though she's not enthusiastic about it. She also isn't a fool and knows when an argument is about to happen.

"Okay everyone's gone, now what's so damned important?" Lena says.
"Well for starters how about your own daughter? You let her wander away like this all the time, knowing damn well how dangerous it is."
"She seeks you out right? I trust that you'll look after her."
"Yeah, but the problem with that is I'm not her damn parent and I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on other things that are of more importance remember?"
"And? I just sit around all day doing nothing? What exactly do you think I do and have been doing?"
"Losing a war and satisfying your desire for vengeance, but that's not what I'm here about, I'm here to try to talk sense into you one last time…"
"Oh here we go. Wisdom from the old shadow once again. Save your breath I've heard your fat musings about our situation time and time again. And as I've said before nobody is forcing you to stay. Go on back to your hole and hide with your beloved corpse. That is what you're best at right?"
"Lena, this isn't about me, this is about YOU and your family, or what remains of it. This battle is lost, you know it and I know. Everyone probably knows it, but they're still following you out of loyalty and desperation."
"You know damn well we can't surrender."
"I'm not talking about that! I'm saying you need to take Tulla and just get the fuck out of here. You fought the good fight as long you could; you probably crippled Victor's army and wasted his resources to the point where he's probably struggling to maintain his holdings in Quala. I mean I think you're way past even now."
"Even? Is that supposed to be a joke? Victor kills us and enslaves us all and because he's suffering from a little manpower shortage we're supposed be even? What kind of leader would I be if I just abandoned everyone?"
"Fine then, if you really care about the people then talk them into leaving with you. Hell, I even know of an area where everyone could settle down anew. It's not the friendliest place, but it's the northern part of Delerg and out of reach from Victor or anyone else desiring to establish a military presence."
"Since when have you been some protector of the people?"

Now you start to get exasperated.

"Lena, we've had this discussion before, but if you insist…I was doing this YEARS before YOU were even a lust filled idea in your parents' heads! Protector of the people…I've probably been doing more than YOU to protect the people of Delerg even now. At least I'm suggesting a way for them to survive, but let's get serious for a second. You're right, I don't care about any of them, I only care about one in particular. Okay two, but you don't want me to care in that way…you want me to want me to care on a whole other level but the time for has long since past if it was ever a possibility to begin with."

Lena's expression, which is usually one of coldness nowadays, begins to crack a little. She turns her head a bit and brushes her hair in an effort to hide possible tears starting to form.

"Look Lena, the first time you explained your reasons for staying to fight five years ago, you managed to convince me because you were right and despite how I knew this was going to play out, it was still a worthy cause. However, I'm right too. There is nothing to be gained by being a martyr or dying a hero, or whatever it is exactly you're trying to do here. If you don't care about your own life, at least think of your daughter's life. You've been distant with her ever since she was born, one would think in these times you'd want to spend more time with her not less. Let alone bad mouthing her father who DID spend time with her or leaving her in the company of a complete stranger."

"I'm not leaving her with a complete stranger, I'm leaving her with you!" Lena says and begins to break down.

"SHE'LL BE SAFE WITH YOU! SHE'LL BE HAPPY WITH YOU!"

Lena collapses in a nearby chair with her head in her hands weeping.

"She'll…survive with you…(sob)"

You suddenly realize the situation that Lena has placed you in, and you hate her for it. You shake your head in disbelief. Out of all the things that have happened in your life, this has got to be the most unforeseen to your mind. You have no words; you instead just leave Lena to her crying and walk out the front door.

You stand outside the house for a moment as the rain continues to fall just trying to wrap your head around all of this. You don't even know where to start. Did she always plan this? Was this a last minute decision? Does she just expect you to…

"Hey Uncle Shadow are you and mommy done fighting?" you hear Tulla ask as she comes from around a corner.
"Huh? Where'd you come from? I thought you were upstairs."
"I was, but I sneaked out while you and mommy were yelling at each other. Sneaked like you do! I wanted to play in the rain. So are you done fighting?"
"Yeah…I think we're done fighting…" you say looking back at the door.
"That's good. I didn't like it when mommy and daddy fighted either." She says.

With her question answered, Lena's attention has already been distracted by the rain, which she gleefully plays in by splashing a nearby puddle. She has no idea what the hell is going on and what just happened.

You watch her play for a moment and then call her over.

"Tulla, come here."
"Yes, uncle?"
"Do you have any items that are special to you?"
"Yes!"
"Well go in and grab them, but ONLY the ones you think are really important. Some clothes too. We're going on a trip and we won't be back for a long time."
"Where are we going?"
"We're uh, going to your uncle shadow's secret hideout. Nobody will be able to hurt us there."
"Yay! Is mommy coming too?"
"No…she's got important stuff to do here. Look, get your belongings and let's go. I'll be right here waiting."

Tulla goes inside and you wait. Doesn't take long For Tulla to come back out with a small bag of her things.

"I'm ready uncle."
"You say good bye to your mom?"
"Yes. She was crying and sad when I first went inside, but when I told her I was leaving with you, she looked up at me and smiled a little. She told me that she loved me and to do what you say."

You nod at Tulla's explanation of events.

"Are you going in to say goodbye?"
"No, your mother and I have said our goodbyes. Let's go."

Your trip back to the temple is surprisingly uneventful. You don't even need to avoid any patrols. You do take the long way though and go through your alternate entrance. This causes a bit of worry for Tulla since she's never gone underwater before, but you reassure her that as long as she holds on to you, you won't let her drown and will hold her up to catch her breath using the air pockets in the underground tunnel. Naturally she believes you can do anything so this immediately alleviates her fears.

Eventually you're home.

"This place is dark and scary." Tulla remarks looking around.
"Yeah, but my home, and your home too now. You can stay in this room, it was your mother's at one time."
"Wow there are a lot of books in that room!"
"That's the library."
"What in there?" Tulla asks and points to the cavern with the garden.
"That's…a private area. Don't go in there without permission okay? Even if you talking or faint whispering."
"A ghost doesn't live there does it?"
"Heh, well sort of I suppose." You smirk. "But don't worry she's friendly…in fact forget what I said, let's go into that room right now."

You enter the garden with Tulla hiding somewhat behind you still nervous about the "ghost." You point out Talia's grave to Tulla.

"There she is. She doesn't speak or anything though. She just listens, mainly to me of course. Her name is Talia."
"Oh is she like my daddy?" Tulla asks making the connection that Talia isn't a real ghost and just dead.
"Yes, yes she is, but I still talk to her. Because I still love her."

Tulla starts to ask another question, but you are in mood to answer any more as its been a long strange day. You tell Tulla to go to her room and dry off and unpack. You then mention you'll see her shortly. Tulla leaves you alone to be with your beloved. You sit down beside Talia's grave and think about the strange situation you're in.

"Well Talia, it probably isn't exactly how you ever envisioned it, but we have a child now."

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 70

As the years go by, you know that day is coming soon that you won't and shouldn't keep Tulla sheltered from the surface too much longer. Granted you'll still be with her when that day comes, but having been to the surface every once in a while to keep apprised of the situation, Delerg still isn't exactly the friendliest place.

Victor dumped so much into the campaign to conquer Delerg he's been trying to get the most out of it by rebuilding Sinkhole into a proper town (Calling it Triumph). Apparently he's also decided to make more plans to develop the area namely by chopping down the jungle to the south and to the east. This has been slow going though especially to the east which you know full well just how hostile the jungle flora and fauna get in that direction. (Oddly he hasn't decided to expand north which is just as well since he'd probably call for the temple's ruins to be dug up or built over, or something similar and you'd have to deal with his troops more directly.) As a result of all this redevelopment he's not only got the pitiful remains of the enslaved Delergites working day and night, but he's also imported many of his subjects from Quala to do work as well. A lot of these seem to be prisoners of varying types. Some are genuine criminals like murderers and thieves. Most though just couldn't pay their taxes and it was either this or as a conscript to serve on one of the war fronts that Victor is engaged in with other Quala warlords.

Amusingly you're no longer on the "wanted list." An eternal captain by the name of Brom that runs the military garrison in Triumph claims he killed you during the final battle for Delerg. (In fact that's how he got his current promotion) You're not exactly sure how he "proved" this, but you're guessing he just threw a black cloak on some dead body, destroyed the face to the point of recognition and made everything up.

Naturally he brags quite a bit about doing it. You're not sure what's funnier, the fact that he's lying about it, or the fact that he managed to fool everyone into believing his lie (Including Victor, apparently).

In any event, it doesn't bother you since it makes life easier without some angry warlord trying to hunt you down. Besides you've got enough on your mind just looking after Tulla.

"Come on, get your head out of those books, its time for your training." You say to Tulla.
"But we train all the time! Can't I just finish this one book?" Tulla whines.
"No! We have to keep to a schedule. Now let's get to it."

Tulla puts away her book in defeat and leaves the library to head to the training room. It's been more of an effort to get her to do her training lately.

"Why do I have to train so hard? You never let me go up to the surface anyway." Tulla says.
"And you won't be going up to the surface until I'm confident that you can take care of yourself. I know you think I'm just being mean, but trust me what I'm doing is going to ensure your survival. I won't always be around, you know."

Tulla doesn't reply to your remark she just picks up her wooden sword and gets into the fighting stance you've been teaching her. You and her spar for a few moments and fortunately despite her less than enthusiastic desire to be here, she does not slack off and proves to be absorbing everything you've been teaching her all these years.

"Good. Glad to see you're taking this seriously. Now let's try something new." You say and change up your style. You tell Tulla to pay attention.

An hour later you and her are taking a break. Though it's mainly for you. Every damn bone in your body aches and the ravages of time never let you forget that your earlier years of near perpetual combat have taken their toll.

"Are you okay uncle?" Tulla asks in concern.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just old war wounds acting up as usual. We'll pick up training again in a few minutes."

While you lay prone recovering, Tulla decides to be inquisitive as usual.

"Uncle, did you train as hard as this when you were my age?" Tulla asks.
"Heh heh…I was trained harder than you at an even younger age." You chuckle.
"Was it the shadows who trained you so hard?"
"Not at first. It was some sadistic svelk bitch that called herself Mistress. She trained me up until I was twelve, and then I was transferred over to the shadows."
"Oh. So is that when you learned magic?"
"Yeah I learned it eventually. Never really liked using it though."
"I would like to use magic like a shadow! I've read you could turn yourself in invisible, make yourself really fast or even walk like a spider on a ceiling!"
"Yeah some of it was pretty handy I guess. Haven't been able to use any in years though.
"Because Dendrin doesn't like you anymore?"
"Not exactly…but something like that…yes."

You've explained a little bit about Dendrin to Tulla in the past, you don't think she fully understands all of it, but you do know that she spends a lot of time reading the old tomes about shadow history and such. Which is why she's been getting increasingly more curious about him and the shadows in general. She probably would like to hear a more personal view of the organization.

A view you don't even want to get into anytime soon. So you try to change the subject.

"Alright, we've rested enough, let's get back to it." You say getting off the floor.

Just as you're about to begin, Tulla makes a statement.

"It's a shame you and Dendrin don't get along anymore. If you did, you could teach me shadow magic and it would help me survive better."

You say nothing and just tell her to focus on defending herself. Tulla complies, but she's not the one that's preoccupied, you are. The remark she's just made is going to be the first step in a long series of questions and problems. You know she's going to eventually ask why can't she become a shadow. They already intrigue her the more she reads the books.

What are you going to do? Tell her she can't read anymore? Put further restrictions on her? The whole point of this is to make her independent and avoid sheltering her.

You dwell on this for the rest of day and until you manage to fall asleep…

Nothing happens. You fully expected Dendrin to visit and give some sort of "sagely" advice and most likely try to convince you to let Tulla become a shadow, but he doesn't.

Weeks go by while you're still struggling with this decision and you still get no visit from Dendrin. This is one of the rare times you'd actually wish he'd show up and try to convince you just so you'd have a compass of doing the exact opposite. Of course maybe he doesn't care. He did say he was bored of the shadows for centuries after all.

In the end this isn't up to him. This decision is on you. Tulla's interest in the shadows is only going to increase and you're going to have to let her find her own way or nip it in the bud now. The problem is despite all your own prejudices against Dendrin and the shadow religion in general, you'd be a complete hypocrite if you didn't admit that the training did provide you with the means of surviving this long. The shadow magic also helped in that endeavor. Even Tulla made that connection.

Tulla already shows much promise combat wise. If she could cast magic, she'd probably become very powerful indeed.

[User] You allow Tulla to be a shadow

[Assistant]
After some further thinking you realize that its not really your decision either it's hers. If being a shadow is what she wants to be, then you're not going to stand in the way.

The next day you approach Tulla about it and she's noticeably happy about the situation.

"So I'll get to use magic?" she asks.
"Well that's part of it I suppose, but if you're going to pursue this, you're going to have to train even harder AND you're going to have to do some of it on your own. I can tell you what I know, but I can't cast magic anymore so you'll have to really absorb what you learn in those spell books in the library and keep up on your prayers to Dendrin. Though I'm pretty sure as long as you're praising him you'll get your powers."
"What about the initiation ritual?"
"The what?"
"The initiation ritual. The ritual every shadow has to go through. I've read about it and it says it involves opening up a portal to Dendrin's realm."
"Oh yeah, that. Well I dunno, I think that's just a formality."
"No! I have to connect with Dendrin before I'm able to use the magic and even if I got the ritual right, I can't open the portal unless I have magic ability to begin with!"
"Okay okay…don't worry, I'll think of something."

Of course that "something" isn't something that you particularly want to do,

Later that night before you go to sleep, you pray to Dendrin. It isn't exactly the most pious of prayers, but you figure you'll at least get a visit this time.

You figure right.

"Well it's been a long time since you've done that. I'm guessing you need something from me." Dendrin says.
"Yeah and you know what."
"No I actually don't, why don't you tell me, I'd be very interested in what has caused you to pursue such a desperate measure. For you of course."
"Determined to play this up for all its worth I see. (Sigh) Fine. Tulla wants to be a shadow, but she can't be one until a portal to the shadow realm can be opened. Is there anyway you can help with that?"
"Are you asking me to give you your magic powers back?"
"I was actually going to ask if you'd grant powers to Tulla. She thinks that she has to go through the initiation ritual in order to gain them."
"She does. If it were as simple as worshipping me, then everyone would be doing it. So how are you going to open up the portal to my home?"
"Come on you can't help me out here?"
"I'm sorry, but what do you want me to do? I have no connection with the girl and I can't just grant her powers! Those are the rules."
"Alright so can you grant me powers so I can open up the portal then?"
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because I've provided you with years of fucking entertainment that's why! I mean shit, you can even take 'em away after I open the damn thing if you want. One would think you of all people would want this anyway, it's a new follower for you."
"You presume much Eternal."
"Yeah I suppose I do. Fine then, don't help me. I'll fine some way of helping myself as usual…"
"Hold on, I never said I would help you, but tell me Eternal why do you want this so much? You do realize that once she enters my realm she will undergo a change that will cause her to become a proper devotee correct? In time her faith will only get stronger and your own influence on her will dwindle. I know you care for this little girl, so I'm asking you now are you prepared to make this sacrifice?"

"If it will better ensure her survival, then yes." You then think about Talia's own devotion to Dendrin "Besides, it wouldn't be the first time."
"Very well then Eternal, I shall grant you your magic powers temporarily so that you may help Tulla on her first steps to becoming a shadow. Who knows, perhaps you may even realize that I've actually been helping you all this time and come back to the fold…"
"I won't argue and claim that you haven't given a few good pieces of advice or even genuinely helped me on occasion. But you and I both know that any help you've given me, is to help yourself as well as your own twisted fascination with me. I'll always know that and it's why I can't ever worship you as a god."
"You do realize however, your life could've been a lot less painful if you had just complied and paid respect even to a superficial degree?"
"I'm not sure how much more superficial I could've gotten. I mean I was practically walking on the unbeliever line at the best of times. After Talia died, what was even the point of that anymore? Besides, I'd say you giving me my powers back now despite my blasphemous ways is a win for me in my book."
"Ha ha, perhaps, but what of my influence over your daughter?"

Its weird, even though you've taken care of Tulla like a daughter you've never called her that. Not even in your conversations with Talia. Dendrin's choice of words you imagine is him trying to make some sort of point, but whatever it is you don't care.

"What of it? Despite everything I know about you, you've never been actively malicious towards me or even your own followers. Apathetic? Inattentive? Yes, but you've always done the bare minimum as far as help is concerned which is providing the ability to tap into the shadow realm so that your worshippers can cast spells. I don't really see you being any more influential than that because it would actually require effort on your part. It's why you just indoctrinate everyone during the initiation ritual. So Tulla will pray to an uncaring god of a silly religion. Whatever. As long as it helps her survive, I'm fine with your influence. The most you'll do is take away the magic if Tulla ever overcomes the indoctrination and stops worshipping, which I don't see happening. Not even Talia's love for me overcame it."

There's a brief silence followed by a low chuckle.

"You're lucky I've always liked you Eternal. Tell your daughter that I will be looking forward to seeing her soon."

You wake up and the first thing you do is try to cloak yourself. It takes a little effort, but it works. You then try to speed yourself up and that works as well. You decide to spare your endurance on anymore tests and head to the library. Unsurprisingly you see Tulla there reading by candlelight.

"Oh, I didn't know you were up. I was just reading up on some of the old shadow masters."
""What you should be doing is reading up on one of those spell books rather than history. I'll be preparing to open the portal to Dendrin's realm after I study up on the spell first."
"You…you are? But how? Your magic…"
"Its back, Dendrin has seen fit to bless me with the ability again if only to help you. He also says he's looking foreword to seeing you."
"He is? I don't know what to say! I mean this is an opportunity I've wanted for a while now."
"I know you have, so you better get yourself prepared because as I've already said, this will be a big commitment. When you go through that portal, you will be changed. You will think differently due to your connection to Dendrin. You may even dislike me afterwards…"
"Oh that's silly! Why would I dislike you? You're the one who saved me from certain death and has trained me for all these years. You're the one who is making this all possible and for that I shall always be grateful to you."

You see the sincerity in her eyes and the brightness in her smile when she says that. You can only hope that she retains that feeling.

The next few days you spend reading over the initiation ritual. You remember reading about it before during your "hermit" years, never thought you'd actually ever be casting it though.

Finally the day comes and you open up the portal much in the same way Master Ebon opened it up for you so long ago. It's funny; Master Ebon actually tried to talk you out of entering the portal. Claimed you didn't have the right mindset to be a shadow. Of course at the time, you had no idea what he was really talking about. You just saw it as an insult that you weren't worthy enough and you just went in anyway disregarding orders just to prove you were worthy. That decision probably changed your life forever just like this will change Tulla forever, though in a different way.

The shimmering portal to Dendrin's realm fades in and out of existence and you watch Tulla approach.

"Are you ready for this?" you ask her.
"I am uncle." She replies
"Then enter the portal."

After a quick hug, Tulla composes herself and enters the portal. You watch and begin to wait for her return.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 75

"Well the liberation of Delerg seems to be going better this time around, Triumph has been seized. Let's hope when Tulla wins this war, it'll stay free of petty dictators once and for all." You say to Talia.

Tulla's been succeeding in her goal nearly as soon as she put her mind to it, which wasn't long after her shadow initiation. Tulla managed to recruit people even easier than her mother did, you guess she inherited her charisma in that way. Of course it helped that the people from Quala forced to live in Delerg weren't very happy with Victor for a long time anyway. Not to mention all the criminal types that had been brought here to work off their sentences as well as the outright slaves. Delerg pretty much became a breeding ground of recruits. What was surprising is that Tulla managed to not only recruit them into a rebellion, but also got some interested into becoming shadows. That's mainly where your help came in. You provided your home as the training ground along with performing the initiation ritual for said recruits. With their help you even managed to rebuild the temple a bit, though you still tend to keep to your underground sanctuary.

It's odd though, this new generation of shadows don't seem quite as fanatical as the ones you were familiar with. They revere Dendrin of course, but they don't regard someone like you with hostility. You remember you were shocked when Tulla first came back from the portal and you found that she treated you with the same respect that she always had despite your attitude towards Dendrin. At first you figured that maybe your previous influence over her had been so great that it over came Dendrin's indoctrination, but its obvious now that Dendrin hasn't been doing the old routine of indoctrinating the shadows with mindless loyalty anymore.

You'd ask him about it, but he hasn't been speaking to you lately. Besides, you'd rather not jinx a good thing. It's enough that you've still got your magic to a small degree.

"Just wish I could be of more help to her. Damn old body. I hate this weakness. I used to be so quick and strong." You continue to say to Talia. You haven't had a chance to speak with her like this in a while so you're taking advantage of your sudden clearing of responsibility.

"You ever think we could've actually won a sound victory against the Empire? I've been thinking about it, and I think we could've. Maybe I shouldn't have been so proud and just never told you and Cyrus the truth about Dendrin. It might've kept us more united. Certainly would've help when I fought Kane practically all by myself. Remember that? What a battle! I was probably at my peak and I still couldn't get the advantage over that tough bastard. I was really happy to see you when you showed up and not just because you saved my life either, though it played a big part of it at the time."

You suddenly stop reminiscing because your statement has now made you think about how you didn't manage to save her life. After all these years, you wonder why you continue to do this to yourself and why you can't move on. You can only guess its because what Talia once said. You're Eternals and you had a special bond that nobody else did.

There must be some truth to it, Brenda was the ruler of the Nalin Empire for decades and she never married or even took another lover after her beloved Roldan died during the Empire War. Last news you heard of her was that she committed suicide a couple years ago and her second in command Tarna took power. You guess the absence of her mate for so many years was just ultimately too much for her to bother going on. You wonder if it hadn't been for your encounter with Lena and later your relationship with Tulla if you would've eventually done the same thing. Probably not in the same way, but still…

It also makes you realize how many people you've outlived in general. If you were anyone else you probably would've been dead several times over already. You're not just the last of the true Eternals, but as the second generation has been murdering each other out of existence, you might very well end up being the last one period.

"Survival Talia, I always was good at it." You say patting the earth near the grave.

You suddenly hear Tulla calling for you.

"Yes, Tulla I'm in here."

Tulla stands near the entrance of the cavern with a large black book in her hand. She knows when you're speaking with Talia, she prefers not to disturb you.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize you were busy." She asks.
"It's fine, I was finished anyway. What is it? The liberation of Delerg is going well I trust?"
"Oh yes. Victor's troops have been pushed back to the borders. Actually there are reports that he's suffering strife in his territory in Quala as well."
"Not surprising. Most of those so-called eternals have little grasp on how to rule effectively. As soon as a crack forms their little dominions start folding like a house of cards. Look at Warden Matron Brenda. She ran the Nalin Empire for what, about thirty some odd years? She kept it stable and those second generation eternals never dared to attack her."
"I'm surprised to hear you praise her. Didn't you fight against her in the old Empire war?"
"Not directly, but it doesn't matter. I can at least respect her even if she was on the other side. Who knows? Maybe if things had been different, we may have fought on the same side. Bah, I'm rambling nonsense, what was it that you needed?"
"Oh, this book." Tulla says and hands it to you.

You glance through it and then close it.

"Yes, what about it?"
"Do you know what it is? I can't really make any sense of the rest of it and most of it is in a language I don't even understand."
"Oh yeah, I vaguely remember this book now. I tried reading it once during my hermit days, but I put it back pretty quickly and never looked at it again until just now. It holds a spell called the ritual of ascension."
"Ritual of ascension? Sounds pretty impressive."
"I suppose it does. It was supposedly passed down from Dendrin himself to the first Shadow Master. It wasn't really clear what it does exactly except that it would strengthen the shadows link to Dendrin's realm forever. I guess that means it would make the shadows more powerful. Dunno though. Seems weird that no Shadow Master ever tried to use it. Maybe it was more of a symbolic thing."
"Maybe…but maybe now is the time to try it!"
"I doubt if you need this spell to win the war with Victor."
"No, but a chance to bring ourselves closer to Dendrin? Why shouldn't we jump at such a chance?"
"Eh...I think you're asking the wrong person, Tulla."
"I know, but I'm so busy with coordinating the war effort, I just don't have time to study this book like I would've been able to in the old days. I mean I suppose I could wait until after the war is won, but who knows how long that will be exactly? And there's never a guarantee on survival."
"Don't say that." You remark.
"You know better than anyone that life can be cut short in a blink of an eye."
"Hmm, I also know that sometime life can just go on and on and on…" you say causing Tulla to laugh.

"Alright, I'll study this book again, I've got the time after all. You just be careful out there." You say.

Tulla thanks you and after a couple more brief exchanges she's on her way again, leaving you alone.

"Well Talia, I said I wanted to help more, guess I better get to it."

You spend the next few days reading over the book. You thought you weren't going to have any better luck than you did decades ago, but actually you understand it a little better now. You can even figure out some of the unfamiliar language. The problem though is you're still not getting a good feeling about the ritual.

It's still vague on what exactly will happen, but the shadows would be linked with Dendrin's realm not just in a spiritual sense, but also in a very real physical sense. The shadows essentially would become REAL shadows. Incorporeal and no longer susceptible to the weaknesses that most beings suffer. At least that's what you think it means.

Worshipping Dendrin is one thing, but becoming some sort of a wisp? An intangible being with real no sense of self? You can't imagine wanting to transform yourself in such a manner regardless of the benefits. However you wouldn't be involved, it would be Tulla and the rest of her shadows and they may be more willing to jump at the chance. True they aren't the fanatics like the old shadows, but one never can tell.

You even attempt to pray to Dendrin, just so you can ask him more about this ritual, but you have no luck. You're on your own in this and you're only left with a couple choices. You could just destroy the book and solve the problem that way or you can tell Tulla the truth about the spell and let her make her own decision.

[User] You destroy the book

[Assistant]
You're not taking any chances, this ritual doesn't feel right to you and you're not going to let Tulla put herself in any more danger in the name of Dendrin. You put the book to the flame. You half expected it to be invulnerable or something similar, but it burns fairly quickly and easily.

You wonder if you should think up a lie to tell Tulla. Maybe tell her that you lost the book or something, but you can't lie to her. Besides, you're fairly certain she wouldn't believe you anyway. You're just going to have to deal with her getting angry with you.

Unfortunately you don't expect her to get quite as angry as she does.

"You destroyed the book?! What's wrong with you?! That was obviously a sacred book with a sacred ritual to Dendrin and the shadows! I trusted you!" Tulla yells.
"I'm sorry Tulla, but that ritual didn't feel right. Not in my heart. I couldn't let you perform it and something bad happening to you."
"But that wasn't your call! That was mine!"
"Tulla, I know you're a shadow and a dedicated follower of Dendrin and all that, but you really don't know what a manipulative uncaring and unfeeling bastard he is. I know! I've been speaking with him for decades!"
"Yes, I've heard all this countless times. And just because your relationship with him wasn't positive, it doesn't give you the right to dictate MY relationship with him!"

You can't contain your own anger at how Tulla is reacting to you just trying to look out for her.

"What fucking relationship? Does he even speak to you? Does he? No! He doesn't! You know why? Because he doesn't give a shit about you! And the sooner you learn that fact, the better off you'll be!"
"Dendrin will speak to me when he deems it to be so. In fact maybe he's not speaking to me because I'm still associating with you."
"Are you listening to yourself? How can you even say such nonsense?! I'M the one who even got your foot in the door to be a fucking shadow in the first place! I'M the one who's been training you, and supporting you all these damn years! I'M the one who SAVED your life when you were a little girl! So don't tell me that your associating with me is some sort of negative!"

Tulla gets quiet and looks at you with a stare you've never ever seen her give to you before.

"You know something uncle? You're right. And I am grateful for everything you did for me up to this point. But I see now that our minds are not the same on this and our paths differ completely. I shall continue to respect you, but I believe our relationship will not be the same after this."

Tulla takes her leave immediately. You call out to her, but she doesn't listen. You curse yourself for getting angry like you did, but you still believe you did the right thing.

Days pass and you hear nothing from Tulla. There aren't any of her shadows coming to the temple for training either. You begin to get concerned so you make a trip to Triumph and start asking questions.

You find out that nothing has happened to Tulla, except that she's been fighting directly on the front lines. You imagine that she's probably working out her anger through battle. A bit reckless, but you've often turned to battle many times when you were angry so its one way of channeling it you suppose.

Weeks pass into months and eventually into years. Victor has been driven out completely, yet you hear nothing from Tulla in all that time. You don't hear anything from any shadow or Dendrin for that matter, not that you don't mind his silence, but its like everyone has abandoned you completely. You learn that Triumph has been renamed New Gloom and a new shadow temple is in the process of being built there. When you attempt to find out more about Tulla, other shadows barely speak with you and only say that Tulla cannot be bothered as she has important business as Shadow Mistress.

Naturally you become outraged that you're not being allowed to see her and despite your best efforts you are only beaten by shadows for your troubles. If only you much younger and they weren't hiding behind their shadow magic.

As you drag your bloodied body out of New Gloom it is at that moment you realize that Tulla has not and will not forgive you for what you did. You feel a great sorrow that you haven't felt since Talia died. You return home that day and go to the only one who has continued to stand by your side for decades.

"Talia… I have tried to do the right thing whenever I could, but everyone I've ever cared about has either died or in this last case pushed me away. There is no longer a place for me in this world. I come to join you at last and put aside this life time of anguish once and for all."

You lie down beside Talia's grave and thrust your blade into yourself.


[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 go to the shelter

[Assistant]
It does seem very likely that if Lilith were going to do something to you, she would've done it already. Plus you haven't given her any trouble like she wanted, so that's has to be in your favor.

Also, she makes some very good points about staying here. Civilization as you know it seems to be failing hard and you aren't exactly the "survivalist" type to deal with it. Seems like it would be too late to start learning how in the final hour too, even if you had the desire.

While you aren't exactly sure how life would be in an underground shelter, you can't help think that you'd be more "at home" there. After all it's just an oversized basement right?

It's a risk, but it's one you feel more confident about mainly because it requires little effort on your part. You sit on one of the few non-broken chairs and wait for Lilith.

A few moments pass and you hear footsteps coming up from the basement accompanied by some swearing and more footsteps in one of the other rooms.

"Where the fuck did I put that fucking thing? Shit, better not have lost…oh good here it is." You hear Leslie say before he soon enters the front room where you're waiting for Lilith.

Leslie carries two sizable black bags and a machete when he enters the room. He stares at you for a moment, which makes you a bit uncomfortable.

"Is my sister still upstairs?" he asks, but it's more like an order due to his tone.
"Yeah." You answer.
"Typical. She's the one dragging me to this fucking shelter and I'm ready before she is. I swear I don't want to go to this fucking place. Let alone working there. The idea of becoming part of a corporate fucking machine is just a fucking anathema to me. Probably have some little shit bean counter for a boss telling me he wants something done at a certain time. I fucking hate shit like that. I fucking hate it. I don't like being told what to do, when to do it, or ANYTHING!"

At this point Leslie begins shaking his machete in a violent manner and you see his eyes briefly roll into the back of his head like he's going to go into a convulsion.

Then all of a sudden his eyes snap back and he addresses you again.

"But the things we do for love right?" Leslie says.
"I guess so."
"Mm. Speaking of love, my sister has told me a bit about you and it's too bad you and my nephew didn't work out. Guess he'll be stuck with his shrew of a sister now. If he's smart, he'd ditch her and go for his other one…can't remember her fucking name…really quiet…"
"Helen?" you answer.
"Yeah, that's her. You sort of remind me of her a bit. You're prettier of course, but same sort of wallflower personality. You get molested as a child? Daddy ever make you suck his dick when Mommy wasn't around? Something like that?"
"No!" you say not expecting such a question.
"Hm, interesting. Would've thought you had been, especially since I heard your family was a bit on the dysfunctional side."
"Well they weren't THAT dysfunctional."

Leslie gives you a look of annoyance, which makes you a little tense, well more tense than when he was waving his machete around earlier.

"Oh. I see. That was a shot at MY family right?" Leslie exclaims.
"I didn't…" you start to say.
"No, YOU know what you meant and so did I! Is that why you didn't stay with my nephew? Felt you were too good for him?"
"That's not the reason, I…"
"Pfft, I don't want to fucking hear it! Here I am trying to make the effort to have friendly fucking conversation with you and you're fucking insulting me! Well fuck you too bitch!" Leslie says and when you see him starting to walk in your direction you begin to get worried, but instead he storms out the front door.

Just as you're recovering from that incident of Morningstar insanity, Lilith comes walking down from upstairs carrying a couple bags.

"What's going on down here? I heard my brother ranting as usual. Everything okay?" she asks.
"I dunno. He started talking to me and I tried to be friendly, but he took what I said out of context and got really pissed at me."
"Oh. Yeah, been there before. My brother's not very good at social interaction unless that other person also happens to be an asshole. Nevermind him, you're fine. Anyway, did you make your decision? Are you going with us?"
"Well…I was, but now I'm not sure…"
"What? Is it my brother? I told you forget about him. The shelter is a big place! Chances are you're never going to have to interact with him again when we get there."

Lilith puts her bags down and walks over in an attempt to reassure you.

"Come on, you don't really want to stay here do you? Dangerous cannibals and criminal types, scavenging for sustenance, no proper toilets, I assure you Suzy at the GZ shelter you won't have to worry about any of that shit."
"Well, okay." You say.
"Great, ah damnit!" Lilith suddenly remarks and puts her hand on her lower back.
"What's wrong?"
"I dunno. It's my back. Shit. I think all that damn running around, shooting, lifting and carrying heavy things took its toll. I really need to start exercising on a regular basis. Damn. (Sigh) I hate to ask, but could you carry my bags outside, you can just hand them to those two guards if you want."
"Oh, sure okay." You say.

You pick up the bags and head out the door with Lilith slowly walking behind.

You approach the two guards who are still standing on the porch and just as you're holding the bags out for them to take, you feel a sharp needle going into the side of your upper arm.

You drop the bags and turn around in horror, clutching your arm. Lilith once again holds a needle in her hand and you're soon feeling the affects.

"Sorry Suzy, but this was the ONLY way GZ was going to let me take you. I never lied though; you will be given a position to contribute to the community. You'll continue to be a test subject…though I'm afraid it will involve a little more than just questions and some blood tests this time."
"You…you…" is all you manage to utter before you collapse on the ground and unconsciousness begins to take affect.

You can still hear some of the conversation as you start to pass out.

"Carry her to the truck and Leslie, you can carry my bags since your short temper nearly cost GZ a perfectly good subject."
"Dunno why you just didn't take that bitch to begin with." Leslie remarks.
"Because I wanted to see if she'd ultimately go with what was easy or actually grow as a person and make the harder decision. She failed which is why she might as well be put in a GZ experiment lab. She's obviously not a learning animal, better her life goes towards something more useful."

You're out for the remainder of the day, in fact you're out of it for quite a few days. By the time you wake up you're strapped to a surgical table with metal restraints with a lot medical equipment in the room. A bright light shines overhead.

Fear overwhelms every fiber of your being. You being to call out for help, but the group of masked doctors in a circle nearby don't look like they're going to be doing that.

"The subject is up, chief." One of them says.
"Yeah, I could tell by her screaming. Okay, let's get her started with the injections first, then I guess we'll see the reaction and go from there." The head doctor says.
"Should be interesting." Another says.
"Maybe. I'm just glad we didn't get that asshole Leslie Morningstar assigned to our group. Dodged a bullet on that one. Let those fuckers in C Wing put up with him and his sister."

You panic, you struggle, you scream, you beg, you plead, you even call out for Bobby at one point, but none of it matters. The Ground Zero doctors begin to subject you to their experiments.

You have no idea how long this goes on for. Days, weeks, months? You never see Lilith or Leslie again and your world becomes to the surgical room to the observation room. You never see the rest of the Ground Zero facility.

Your body is wracked with pain and goes through several ugly changes; your mind eventually becomes broken to the point of insanity though occasionally you have moments of clarity and that's probably when you're at your worst since you're practically wishing to die. Several times the doctors prevent you from killing yourself.

The doctors themselves don't really talk to you, but rather with each other like you're not even there. You do hear one mention in passing about the world being nuked, but that hardly matters given the torture you're being subjected to, indeed dying in a nuclear fire would be much kinder at this point.

Eventually through all their experimentation you become little more than a wild animal. Almost like what people back in town became, but even worse. It gets to a point where you actually manage to break what they thought to be strong enough shackles and kill three of the doctors experimenting on you.

Ground Zero security is called in and after enough bullets you are finally put down.


[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] The stiletto

[Assistant]
You pick up the blade by its handle and feel the guard over to the tip, where the sharp edge bites into your finger and draws a small drop of blood. You wipe the blood off your hand and hold the knife in the light to look over it. Light as any knife or dagger is, it glides though the air easy, almost requiring no effort. You sweep at and the air, listening to it cry out in that distinctive whistle.

The Blacksmith looks over you and the blade before speaking "You choose that one? Good. Well I suppose that's everything. You'll need armour as well, but you'll need to be measured before and then it'll take a while for me to make all of it. But regardless, we're done here for now. Good to see you Ophelia. Wealth and health to you both.


[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 year 56 (Wedding Day)

[Assistant]
You never thought such a day would come for you, ever. But here you are standing before a woman that you've come to feel closer to than anyone else. Not even your fellow Eternals, who at this point are all pretty much hostile to you, even Warrick, now that he's taken the side of the loyalists in the Felkan civil war. You are hardly surprised though; you knew it was bound to happen given what the gnomes did to him. Even Klemto, who managed to convince most of his brethren to join you, can't undo the unwavering loyalty they instilled in him.

The civil war pales in comparison to the war you're fighting with the Eternal Dominion, you might've gotten an initial advantage over them, but they are certainly trying to make up for it now. Edgar must be enraged.

But none of that matters right now.

A Felkan civil war and war with the Eternal Dominion, and still you are able to put all those more pressing conflicts aside to focus on Dawn. You look at her youthful face and into blue eyes and it makes you realize just how much younger she is than you. You wonder briefly if her youth is part of what makes her so desirable. Not for the superficial reasons that most would consider, but her youth itself. Looking at how young she is, makes you forget how old you are. You dismiss such thoughts, as you have enough aching joints and pains to always remind you how old you're getting.

Besides, it's a much deeper connection and the pair of you knows that. She has been with you through all of this and supported you the entire way. You don't even think you could've accomplished all of this without her. It is like the pair of you is in perfect harmony with each other at times. You can't imagine yourself without her in someway.

You think you now understand what Roldan was talking about when he spoke of Brenda.

With war looming all around the pair of you, death is always a possibility, but this gesture, this ritual, this bond that you both are going through will signify that even if the unfortunate should occur to either one of you, you know that the love you felt was always there, and will always be there.

The pair of you aren't even paying attention to the local holy man performing the ceremony or the few soldiers in attendance as witnesses, it's just you and her as the pair of you embrace and kiss.


[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 take them down fast before they kill too many of your shamblers

[Assistant]
Your wound will have to wait, you sprint towards the men, watching them take down two more shamblers with easy shots spread between the chest and head. The stupid shamblers were just not fast enough to get in close. But you are fast, very fast. You close the distance and pass your last 4 shamblers as you leap at the front human with an automatic weapon, Your knees hits him in the chest and you send him flying backwards. You felt his ribs crack but can feel that he is still alive "Out of action for now though"  You think as you spin and punch another guard in the face, knocking him out cold.

Then you feel the impacts in your back and stagger forwards. You turn slowly as your lungs fill with blood to see on of the men calmly pointing his rifle your way "Hey this one is a lot tougher than the normal ones at least!" He calls to his comrades as he pulls the trigger again and three more bullets tear into you.


[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 stay with Ol at the Shepherd Farm

[Assistant]
You stay with Ol hiding out at the Shepherd Ranch while the other two clear out and for three days all is peaceful. One morning you hear a knock on the front door and you hear Ol go and open it. "Hello Ol," a voice says. "I am Detective Bligh, this is Detective Gallagher and you are under arrest." There is a bang and a yell that sounds very much as though Ol has just hit someone with the door and then Ol bolts into the kitchen and races for the back door, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he goes.

You have two swift choices to make, you can either follow Ol out the back door or run through a door that leads to a bedroom. From the bedroom a second door opens into the hall and you might be able to slip back through the front door as the Detectives run through, though the plan is a risky one.

[User] You follow Ol out the back door

[Assistant] You follow Ol out the back door and spring across the yard outside towards the safety of some trees, pulling your pistol from your pocket as you run. The two Detectives follow you both outside and begin shooting, Ol goes down first with a bullet in his back. A second later you are hit in the back of your head and your world ends in an explosion of light followed by endless darkness. Both you and Ol are cut down and killed in a series of raids that also bring John and George's careers in banditry to an end.