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

[User] You try to struggle

[Assistant]
He might very kill you, but you're definitely not going to let him rape you. You continue to yell for help and with all your strength you begin to fight back, moving your legs and arms. You even get a couple good hits to his face, but it doesn't deter him, all it does is anger him.

After he recovers from your assault outburst he punches you in the face several times and swipes wildly with his razor muttering obscenities the entire time.

Your throat is slashed open and your body isn't even cold before he starts violating anyway.


[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 play as a Dark Elf

[Assistant] Have you not read Eternal? Go read Eternal. Then come back and tell me how heroic dark elves are.


[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 report to the Emperor

[Assistant]
While part of you wants to confront Marik on your suspicions that he's not telling you everything you get the impression that you've pushed your luck enough with taking an aggressive stance. There are some unknown factors going on here and you'd probably be better off just reporting back to the Emperor about all this, he knows Marik and the derro better than you do.

"I'll leave you to it then and I shall tell the Emperor that the situation here has been dealt with along with your suggestions for a second factory."

Marik seemingly ignores your statement and goes back to ordering his fellow derro. You make your way to the exit and Marik suddenly calls out to you.

"Yes on your way Eternal, back to your accursed surface. Its days are numbered you know and that will be the day that…hehehehehe…what was I…talking about? Back to work you lot!"

On your way out you tell the Eyes to continue guarding the factory until further notice and make your journey back to the capital.

When you get to the Emperor's room, he's hunched over a large map and placing small metal figures in certain locations.

"There you are m'boy. Did you hear? We just took Fort Soot. A great victory this day, though we'll need to shore up our own defenses there. I trust by your presence you've taken care of whatever problem happened at the factory and it is now up and running again."
"I regret to tell you that the problem has only been partially solved."
"Oh? I trust you have a good reason for this oversight."

You explain everything to the Emperor hoping that he isn't mad, fortunately he isn't or at least he isn't mad at you.

"Bah, damn that crazy derro and his experiments! I told him I just need the practical, not fancy super weapons! Trolls, what the hell is he thinking? You know his race was once on the losing end of a war with those beasts? Marik himself would've been eaten by one had I not stepped in and saved his ass. (Sigh) Okay I'll have a levy of peasants build another factory then, I probably should have several anyway, I just didn't want to waste time and resources on building them right now."
"So…you're just going to give Marik what he wants?"
"Why not? We gave Gruz what he wanted didn't we and he's certainly less deserving. Besides Marik's right, he's already provided the schematics for most of the cannons, muskets, pistols and other types of weapons. I'm fairly certain that we can have purely run human factory now. The common folk aren't entirely dim. Marik can have his little so called secret workshop, maybe he'll even come up with something useful."
"I'm still concerned about Marik. He seemed like he was hiding something more than just experimenting on trolls though."
"Of course he was. He probably has something really twisted going on behind closed doors, but for all his madness, secrets and genuine derro isolationist xenophobia, he's loyal. He'll do nothing that will harm the Empire especially since he has no desire to rule it. Derro pacts are for life and to break one would be as offensive to them as walking on the surface."

The Emperor says this with a lot of certainty though you're still a little apprehensive, however the Emperor has had more dealings with the derro and known Marik much longer than you have so he's more knowledgeable on this than you.

"Very well, if you are not concerned, I shall cease my own."
"Good, but I'm glad you're suspicious. Being paranoid keeps your wits sharp and alert. Besides you might be partially right. While I know Marik doesn't have any intentional desires to harm the Empire his work may unintentionally harm it as shown with this incident with his troll experiment. I will have a personal talk with him just to keep him on a tighter leash so to speak."
"I'm still confused one thing though, why send me?"
"Because you get things done of course. What was I going to do, have Jacob send in more Eyes? You see how well that worked and given that the problem was trolls it's a good thing I sent you in rather than lose even more of them. I knew what ever it was that was the problem, you'd be able to handle it."
"I see, its just I thought my role in the Felkan war was more important."
"It is, it is my son and this was still related to said war and trust me it was far more important than winning some small battle somewhere."

The Emperor steps forward towards you and gives you that familiar hand on your shoulder bit when he's about to tell you something he feels you should take to heart.

"Listen, I know you probably would like to be fighting in the thick of the war, slaying Felkans left and right and I know you'd be successful and good at it. However you are MORE than just some glorified soldier to be sent in to fight and die. Hell, I may have even told you to take a back up of Eyes had I known about the trolls with this recent incident."
"Wait, are you trying to protect me?"
"Of course I am. Yes, I'm well aware that your life is built on danger and that you've never been a stranger to life and death situations, but I'd like to keep your chances of staying alive at least out of the impossible zone. You have been indispensible to me and I am not going to risk sending you into a meat grinder just because you fight well. You are much more important. I need you as not only a commander of troops, but also as my personal agent. Now is there anything else?"

You take the opportunity to tell the Emperor about what exactly is going on your side of the warfront. He seems pleased with the information and tells you that you can go back to assist Krozer's battalion now that your assignment is over. The Emperor goes on to say how he continues to be proud of your accomplishments and that he means it when he says just how important you are to him. You leave the palace with a great feeling of pride and accomplishment. Not just that though, you feel like you're genuinely appreciated and coming from the Emperor… well there can be nothing better.

Since you haven't been gone long, you make your way back to the ex-Felkan town you just conquered and find that Krozer's army hasn't moved yet.

"You're back already? That was quick, we hardly had time to miss you." Major Krozer says.
"Well I knew you'd all be lost without me, so I figured I'd better hurry back as soon as possible."
"Another joke? Before you left you were attempting some of those."
"So what's been going on here?"
"Nothing really, after we executed the twenty you suggested, the inhabitants here are truly submissive. I was just about to pick some troops to stay here and head out with the rest. I believe the next target is a small village called Gelim. Not much of one, but then this is further away from the Felkan heartland of course."

You think for a moment and say something that shocks the major.

"The troops could probably due with a small rest. Let's stay here another three days, it's not going to make that much of a difference. I doubt that little village is going to provide much of a resistance, let alone be able to shore up any sort of strong defense within that time. We've got the Felkans pinned in from here and last reports say they're focusing most of their troops on the frontlines or against those gnolls to the east. "
"Alright, the attempts at humor are one thing, but NOW I'm starting to worry a shape shifter has taken your place."
"No worries, let's just say I'm in a less grim mood."
"You are? Then the gods must truly do exist because I never thought I'd see the day. I guess whatever it is that the Emperor had you doing went well then."
"It did, but this has nothing to do with that. I just want to make sure the soldiers are well rested and not run ragged. Make sure you have them gather here in the town square in a few moments, I'd like to give them a speech about how their efforts have been appreciated."
"By the Emperor?"
"I'm sure he does too, but I figured the troops might wants to know that someone a little closer to them appreciates their hard work even if he doesn't always say it."
"I'll get them together, but I imagine they'll enjoy the fact that you're allowing them three days rest more. Still, some encouraging words do help the morale for some."
"I hope you know that this appreciation includes everyone here and that especially means you. This battalion is under your command and you've done a fine job running it."
"I think officially out outrank me, given that you report directly to the Emperor."
"Perhaps, but while I have given my own input with strategies and battle, I have always allowed you to make the final decisions because this is still your command and I respect that and you. The Empire is stronger with you leading some of its armies."
"Wow, I'm nearly speechless right now. Keep complimenting me like that and I'll start to think you've developed intimate feelings for me."
"What?"
"Oh you know. Saying to me I'd look prettier out of my uniform and how we should talk in private. Then the next thing I know you're telling me to drop down and give you head."
"I…I wouldn't! I mean, I wouldn't abuse my position of authority like that!" you exclaim.

The major laughs a bit.

"Relax, I know you wouldn't. The whole time on this assignment I haven't seen you take an interest in anyone."
"Why would I? I'm supposed to be focusing on the task of destroying the Felkans, not indulging in baser pleasures."
"Mm, perhaps, but not everyone is so single minded in their duties or get their fun from the battlefield like you seem to do. Why do you think we have a group of whores follow our army around? Do you not think some of the soldiers sneak off with each other sometimes? I won't even get into some of the stuff we probably aren't seeing after we crush one of the Felkan population zones. And as for the abuse of power from a superior, you're probably one of the first that I know that hasn't even tried to use it as some sort of threat to have sex with someone of a lower rank."
"Yes well I suppose that's the ugly side of war." You reply.

Now the major starts laughing out loud even more.

"You're hilarious! Brutality and carnage on a grand scale, death and destruction everywhere, and you think whores, a few random rapes and some sexual harassment is the ugly bit. That's why I like you, because you don't know any better. Anyway thanks for the compliments and know that I have also found that despite your usual overly serious demeanor it's been a pleasure serving with you as well and I look forward to our continued positive relationship."
"As do I."

With you and Major Krozer at a friendlier understanding of one another as well as the Emperor's earlier words to you, you feel a lot happier about your current assignment.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 25

While the war with the Felkans seemed to be going smoothly, the situation has changed somewhat. The Empire still has the upper hand, but unfortunately this has become a three-way entanglement.

The gnolls tribes harassing the Felkans on the western borders apparently weren't just separate chaotic bands of raiders, but rather a full-fledged conquering horde. After smashing most of the Felkan defenses they have proceeded further into the heartland and that's where they finally came to blows with the Empire.

So far the gnolls been more of an annoyance to the Empire, but its been distracting enough that it's given the Felkans enough time to retreat and regroup further north. The Felkans are much reduced in strength now, but they are still definitely not a defeated nation yet. If anything their resolve has gotten stronger and their defenses have too.

Last reports tell of how the orcs attempted to break through the defenses of the city of Yaquan only to be nearly wiped out by large weapons mounted to the city's towers that apparently harness the power of lightning. One blast ripped through the ranks of the heavily armored orcs and spread like a chain of death killing most of them instantly. These new "lightning guns" are no doubt the inventions of the gnomes.

You heard Captain Gruz was amongst the casualties which would put orc leadership in jeopardy, but since there are so few of them left, the remainder of their now decimated number have regrouped under Roldan's command who is busily trying to figure out a way to proceed without losing half of his troops in the process. So far though the gnolls have been making that task difficult with their own ongoing attacks.

The only upside to all this is the Felkans seem to be playing up to their typical siege mentality and not making any sort of counter attacks probably hoping that the Empire and the gnolls will continue to kill each other to the point where nobody is in any position to attack them anymore. Of course that just means they're getting further entrenched. If enough time passes it may very well make most assaults on what's left of them extremely costly.

Meanwhile you and Alison have been mostly fighting off the gnoll hordes on a regular basis. You'd like to press further west to take the fight to them, but you know you need to stay in occupied Felkan territory to either help defend the main army or to support it when the time finally comes to make the final push on the Felkans. Lately most of your days are dull waiting or slightly less dull combat since the gnolls themselves rely mostly on numbers and terror rather than skill. The terror factor isn't much of one when going against the hardened troops of the Empire and numbers account for nothing when faced with Empire discipline.

Still, its frustrating not being allowed to do more and tensions are starting to run hot by everyone in the high command…

"But if we continue to attack as we have, we will risk losing it all! I urge you my Emperor for the good of the Empire we should withdraw now! What can it hurt? We have proven our point and even acquired some territory in the process. Why not just let those barbaric gnolls fight over the scraps what's left of the ruins." Jacob says to the Emperor.
"Jacob, I said it before I don't give a damn what the costs are, I won't let those fucking gnomes continue to mock from behind their smug little walled cities! And I didn't come this far to be turned back by the incursions of some mongrel dog men or guns that shoot a little light! I don't care what it takes we aren't going to rest until the Felkan Kingdom ceases to exist along with those fucking gnomes!" the Emperor shouts and flips a nearby table.

"Why are you yelling at me? I'm just giving my honest opinion on the situation, I'm not even in charge of the military matters!" Jacob whimpers.
"But you ARE in charge of the other Eternals, and guess who is leading the majority of our forces in Felkan territory? That's right, Roldan. Now I'll grant you that he's been fairly successful up until this point, but the fact that he hasn't made any progress for the past few months is severely starting to decrease my faith that he can get the job done."
"He's doing the best he can under the circumstances and he's the best qualified general we have, I don't think he should be replaced."
"I'm beginning to think I should start replacing SOMEONE." The Emperor unsubtly threatens.

You've seen the Emperor mad before and it's never a good thing. Poor Jacob is trying to stand his ground on this matter, but its obvious the man is incredibly scared for his life. To be fair you actually can see his concerns on the situation, but this thing with the gnomes…well it's an ongoing source of irritation for the Emperor. Jacob is also taking a verbal lashing for something that really isn't his fault. True, he monitors the progress of the other Eternals, but in reality it's not anything meaningful. Not to mention it actually was you who originally convinced the Emperor that Roldan should lead on the main assault force, yet the Emperor has either forgotten this fact, or perhaps still insists on seeing it all as Jacob's fault.

Since you still feel partly responsible you decide to interject to try to calm things down.

"Emperor, I could take over Roldan's command if you prefer, though I would still like to keep him on as part of the command staff."
"While I'm sure you would no doubt do a much better job, I'd rather have you're where you currently are." The Emperor says which somewhat disappoints you.
"Of course, of course. Wouldn't want to risk your precious loyal dog." Mistress suddenly remarks, this draws an angry glance of both you and the Emperor.

"What? I'm just saying what Jacob's thinking, personally I don't really give a shit what drone you decide to sacrifice in your futile war." Mistress says causing Jacob's eyes to widen, shake his head and raise his hands assuring that he thought no such thing.
"Ever with the clever remarks. Too bad the rest of your race isn't half as clever, or you might not be a bunch of mercenaries."
"I'm not sure why we're even relying on svelk scum anyway. Alison and I have been doing just fine fighting off the gnolls by ourselves for example." You remark.
"Alison? Oh, is that the name of the dirty blonde shield maiden that I've heard you've been getting close to? Tell me, when you're sticking it to her do you try to visualize that its me?"

A vulgar comment as usual from Mistress. Not unexpected either. While you'd be lying if it weren't a little annoying, you certainly aren't going to give her the satisfaction of a retort.

"No answer? Are you not even going to stand up for the honor of your female plaything? Then again I suppose she isn't worthy of it. I mean given that you experienced the best, why would you bother defending something so inferior?" Mistress continues to taunt.

"Emperor, we are here to discuss the important business of crushing the Felkans, do we really have to listen to the boring and predictable slurs of this…dubious ally?" you ask.
"No, of course we don't. Hold your vile svelk tongue unless you've actually got something more worthwhile to contribute."
"I have contributed more than my fair share to your foolish crusade. I have come to the conclusion that this war is a losing proposition for my people. I won't even go into the meat grinder you've got our mercenary bands dealing with on the Felkan front. And while I'm sure that may cause you much joy, we svelk are not mindless orc slaves and will NOT fall into your clumsy manipulative plans of convenient genocide through attrition. Yeah, we're pulling out and moving on to greener pastures."
"Since when are you or any other svelk so concerned about the future of your people? You're also acting like you're in harms way and unless you've been sneaking off to fight alongside your kin, you've personally risked nothing. You're also still being paid well so what the hell do you care?" the Emperor remarks.
"You humans think you always have everything figured out about everything when you really don't know shit. As I said, the price is too high, and we will be moving on to better opportunities."
"(Sigh) Stop being so damn dramatic, and what the hell do you really want?" the Emperor asks in an exasperated tone.

Mistress proceeds to tell the Emperor that she's quite serious about pulling out svelk aid unless she gets more support in return.

"If you want our continued help, we do not believe that this General Roldan is able to accomplish his assault on the city of Yaquan in an efficient manner. So I would request that you either change the leadership or transfer us to the gnoll front at Major Krozer's war camp." Mistress says and glances at you.
"No! We've been doing just fine without you! We don't need morale falling low because svelk are infesting the camp." You protest.
"And here I thought you were a professional first and foremost. Open your eyes. Even you can see the benefit of our superior troops being directly added to your fighting force. Besides, I heard how you handled the first time you worked with svelk warriors before, surely if one of them gets out of line, you'll just go on a bloodthirsty rampage to make a point of who is really in charge."

You look to the Emperor expecting him to say something about this matter, but he waves you over to speak with you privately. Mistress rolls her eyes and wanders over to one of the bookshelves while Jacob fumbles about with some papers.

"Son, I'm going to include you in this decision, because this is something I think you feel strongly about and I'd rather have you in a positive state of mind. I don't want to lose svelk support as they have been helpful despite their…well you know. I also have doubts about Roldan getting the job done as well, so the suggestion to replace him isn't out of the question as far as I'm concerned. In any case I'm either going to have to replace him or send all the svelk to the gnoll front, but I know that won't exactly make you happy."

[User] You suggest that Roldan be replaced

[Assistant]
While you don't agree with the idea that Roldan won't be able to get the job done, you'd rather have him replaced than get an influx of svelk troops. You'd try to suggest yourself again, but you know the Emperor has made his mind up on the matter.

"If you believe General Roldan cannot get the job done, then I suppose it might be better if he's replaced." You remark which gets Jacob's disapproval.
"But he can do it! Replacing Roldan at this point would be folly!"
"Enough Jacob! The decision has been made! General Roldan will be replaced and demoted!" the Emperor remarks.
"Demoted?"
"Yes demoted! Be happy he isn't being executed for incompetence on the battlefield!"
"But I thought he was just going to be replaced! My Emperor I beg you not to do this! Roldan has worked so hard for his position!"
"Jacob, is there some sort of reason why you keep arguing this point with me? Delusions? Stupidity? A death wish perhaps?" the Emperor asks and Jacob shuts up immediately.

Mistress stretches and yawns before commenting on the situation.

"If you all are done in this pointless exercise male ineptitude, is there anything else I need to waste my time with here?"
"Yes, we're done. Get the hell out of my chambers and take Jacob with you. And while I wish I could chat with you my son, I still have to speak with Marik. I sometimes wonder if he just uses his madness as an excuse to be absent minded and claim he didn't know there was a meeting. I just hope he's actually made progress on his project he convinced me to proceed with." The Emperor remarks and the rest of you leave his chambers.

You expect Mistress to make some sort of remark as you're all walking out of the palace, but she ends up quickly walking ahead of you instead. Jacob doesn't speak with you either, he glances at you a couple times, but he's obviously a little upset that you supported the Emperor's decision to have Roldan replaced.

Really though, you can't worry about it. As far as you're concerned hanging on to your sanity is a lot more vital. You can only imagine how the svelk would've grated on your nerves if they had been transferred, especially since you're not actively advancing any more, but rather just defending against gnoll attack. Idle svelk mercs in between the down time isn't something you want to deal with.

Alison is certainly happy to hear about the close call of playing host to a bunch of svelk.

"Well I'm certainly glad you supported the Emperor's first decision, I don't think morale would've been great around here with dark elves in the camp." She says.
"No, but I can't say they're that great now." You reply.
"What do you mean? There hasn't been any major complaining that I know of, and I tend to keep apprised of the situation with my troops."
"Well, maybe it's just me then. I'd like to be actively DOING something other than sitting around waiting to be attacked."
"Welcome to the army. You do know that boring waiting around in between battles is what we do right?"
"I'm well aware that's part of it, but its not like we need to sit here. We could at least be attacking the gnolls so as to make them no longer a threat. I mean we should be doing that anyway. After all, we're going to have to deal with them eventually, better to do it now when we have the strength rather than later. I've heard other soldiers commenting about feeling something similar. And I would think that you probably would like to take the fight to the gnolls as well."

Alison nods.

"Well, I can't argue with you on that point. The troops are a little restless in that respect I suppose. I admit it would be good to get some of this pent up violence out of everyone's system, but as you've said, the Emperor's orders are to stay here."
"I don't know, but I'm starting to think that maybe we should just NOT stay here."
"Seriously? You'd go against a direct order from the Emperor?"

At this point you don't know. You want to be loyal and follow orders, but your desire for battle is still there. Not to mention you know you could win if it came down to it. Surely the Emperor would approve if you were victorious.

You decide you're going to do it, you're going to make a full attack on the gnolls.

"It's about time we took the fight to those mongrel dogs." Alison says with a little enthusiasm, but then her cautious side comes out. "But what about the Emperor?"
"You don't need to worry about that. I will take full responsibility if he gets angry about it. I'll just say I took command of your battalion."
"Hah, I always knew you were going to do that some day, anyway."
"Sorry, but I can't think of any other way."
"Don't apologize to me, I won't have to face the Emperor's wrath, well I hope I won't at least."
"Like I said, don't worry about that. And don't worry about me either. I don't want to sound prideful, but I'm fairly confident the Emperor won't even get too angry with me, especially since I intend on wiping out the immediate gnoll threat."

A month goes by and you're initially successful on your promise. The gnolls are no match for you in straight up combat. You even manage to save a few of the occupied Felkan communities from complete destruction and are welcomed as liberators.

Just when you think you can drive the gnolls out entirely you're dealt two big blows.

One, the siege of Yaquan has not gone well since Roldan was replaced. It seems that General Ackerson has not only managed to fail in taking the city, but he's also managed to lose so many soldiers that there has been a call for your battalion to support his losses.

This couldn't have come at a worse time mainly because now the gnolls who you thought you had on the run were craftier than it seemed.

The gnolls have been breeding and training a large group of wyverns within a small mountain in the area. They've also been bringing reinforcements from beyond the Felkan borders. You're taken off guard enough that you actually have to fall back before you're completely overrun.

If you leave to go to help General Ackerson, the gnolls are going to not only take back everything you gained, but will take your territory as well. However, if you stay to fight back the gnolls, you'd really be defying orders, not to mention possibly costing the Empire a needed victory against the Felkans.

There isn't much for it, you'll have to split the battalion with Alison and decide which front you want to fight on.

[User] You stay on the gnoll front

[Assistant]
As much as you wanted to be on the front lines of this war before, now you feel like you've got a score to settle with the gnolls. Not to mention you feel like you need to finish up what you started.

"Are you going to be okay here?" Alison asks.
"I'll be fine, you just be concerned with your assignment because it sounds like General Ackerson isn't exactly the best replacement and I'm now cursing myself for having Roldan removed at all."
"You couldn't have known. Besides, do you really think having the svelk transferred here would've made things better for us?"
"I dunno. Maybe we could've used the extra troops to combat the gnolls and at the same time Roldan would've still been in charge of the siege. Doesn't matter now I suppose, let's just make the best of it."

Within the next few days Alison and you say your final goodbyes before she leaves. Afterwards, you try to make the best of your defenses, but you're stretched thin. You send a messenger to request reinforcements, but naturally most soldiers are being sent to the Felkan front. The gnoll hordes aren't even being considered a credible threat, which couldn't be further from the truth considering that you've been losing more territory to them and the fact is you just can't protect it all due to lack of manpower.

A couple more months go by and news on the Felkan front gets worse. The siege of Yaquan has been completely abandoned and General Ackerson's forces are now in retreat. Word is he's lost more than half of those under his command, and whatever remaining svelk mercs that were helping have left. You have no idea if Alison is one of those, but you have more pressing concerns of your own. You haven't had much rest.You've had to use your magic with such regularity to combat the gnolls that its exhausting just to cast the simplest of destructive spells. Little by little your remaining soldiers have been getting whittled down. The ones still alive are drained and suffering from low morale.

Within the week, there is another gnoll attack, a massive push to finally finish off the only viable defenders in the area. You make the gnolls earn every inch they take. The first two wyverns that appear in the distance, you strike down with a powerful lightning spell. Several of the initial attackers have their heads blown to gooey pieces by your troops' muskets, and then you resort to tried and true methods of slaughter.

You hack down several of their number before suffering any major wounds. Even then, you continue to fight with the determination of ten men. The bodies of gnolls pile up, the blood is everywhere and you've just suffered an injury that should've rightfully killed you, but you continue to fight. All the anger you feel at this situation is being directed utterly towards the gnolls until it finally burns itself out and your body pushes itself past its limitations of physical exertion.

An axe cleaves into your skull, followed by another into your arm, severing it just enough to hang from a bit of tendon. You fall to your knees, then to the floor and that's when you feel another axe to your back destroying your spine. A finally kick by a hefty boot to the face and the gibbering laughing howls of the gnolls is the last thing you hear.


[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 throw something at him.

[Assistant]
I grab a nearby chunk of rock and throw it at the thug. However, he is not only moving, but getting further and further away, so the throw misses. Perhaps if I had a more pinpointed vision, I would have gotten him. Regardless, he escaped.

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%


[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 studded Mace (Rebel Orcs)

[Assistant] "Ah... the mace. Boy, some Orcs stick to their tribe. Some wander as mercenaries, or sign up as soldiers. Some become Rebels, raiders targeting every humans, elves, dwarves and anyone else that gets in their way. They're mad, stubborn, bloodthirsty fools. I took that weapon off on of them trying to convince Old Klaim to join up. I also took a few of his teeth, but I don't have those anymore."


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

[User] You follow The Path Behind The Campfire, Where The Two Humunculi Went

[Assistant]
You chose to take the passageway behind the campfire.  If these creatures are protecting the Craxil, or at least serving him in some sense, it would makes sense they would head in this direction.  You get the strong scent of burning animals or something like that and what you see next is COMPLETELY unexpected.  Instead of seeing the two humunculi that ran down this passageway earlier, you are standing directly in front of some kind of hovering demon whose gaze is fixed directly upon you!

This thing looks like a large floating eye with multiple smaller eyes attached atop its head.  You realize this thing is a beholder and soon you find yourself paralyzed in its gaze.  That's what you get for staring into its eye I guess.

"Answer me puny one, why are you here in my domain?"

You are too terrified to answer, but this creature appears to grow irritated by your silence so you muster all the courage you've got and speak up

"I'm here to slay the Craxil" you proclaim, terrified of how this creature will respond to such a bold statement.

"HA!  Amusing little one, someone of your strength doesn't have what it takes but it would entertain me to see how you die in the Craxil's mountains.  Answer this riddle correctly, and I will permit you to continue through to the other side of my domain.  Answer incorrectly, and you will share the same fate as your former pursuers.  Are you ready?"

"Did he kill the humunculi?" you think to yourself...

"As ready as I'll ever be" you squeak.

"Very well!" it bellows, clearly enjoying every bit of this.  "I am a vast canyon that spans beyond sight.  I am without end and have been a part of every man whenever there is trouble.  What am I?"


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

[User] You help Him, What Kind Of Adventurer Are You?

[Assistant]
You decide to help the man.  What kind of adventurer would you be to deny a father the aid he needs to save his family from the Craxil's minions?  The royal military may have abandoned Jacquescrappe because it was remote and of no strategic value but dammit if you are going to end up just like them.  However, something about this is starting to feel weird.  Why would there be a human caravan up here in the Craxil's lands and why do you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Just as you are having these thoughts, an owl looks at you from atop a dead tree and just looks at you with intent.  You've never been able to communicate to animals like the druids do, but somehow you just know this thing is telling you to turn back.  You stop for a minute, then strike yourself and shake it off.  Since when did you become a druid and take advice from animals?  Aside from your pigs "Oinky" and "Snout" you've never really connected with any animals anyway.  Besides, your gut hasn't helped you win any gambling tournaments so why should you trust it now?  You're probably just afraid and subconciously looking for a way to avoid a potentially dangerous situation.  Helping the man is the right thing to do, you're sure of it...

Right?

[User] You indeed, What Kind Of Hero Abandons His Fellow Man When His Family Is At Stake?

[Assistant]
You arrive in a clearing and the man who pleaded with you earlier has just stopped in his tracks.

"So where's the caravan?" you inquire, expecting some sort of explanation for this sudden drop in urgency.

Silence

..............

At this point you are quickly surrounded by other men who are equally silent.  The feeling in the pit of your stomach has just gotten worse and you realize that you've been had.

"There is no caravan is there."

.....

At this point the man who led you here turns to face you.  The head suddenly begins to twitch and distort and the head of a skeleton emerges from the mouth as if pushing through a mask.  You back up and realize the four other men around you are doing the same.  They rush you from all sides and you are quickly overwhelmed.  You made a grave mistake in not trusting your instincts earlier, they exist in us for a reason.

THE END


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

[User] You war Report (Allies & The Butcher of Rask)

[Assistant]
After the battle, Cyrus tells you more about the situation in Rask on the way back to Fort Defiance. It's mostly positive compared to what you'll have to him about Gloom and possibly Dendrin.

He says that the orcs have been holding up their end and even managed to ally with some of the ogre tribes nearby (Though it's usually only after killing most of the tribes to establish dominance first) Not much luck with the giants yet, but at least they aren't attacking like they used to in the old days. He mentions that the current orc commander here, Flog has been in contact with Captain Gruz on strategies and tactics, though the letters are getting rarer. One wonders if Gruz hasn't already been discovered or if he's just having to lay low for a while. You get the impression Cyrus seems to see your orc allies as useful, but ultimately expendable tools to take the hits that the shadows don't need to.

"I think after this is all over, the orcs are going their separate ways and that's fine. This has always been an alliance of convenience, but like I said, we've also been turning the population of Rask against the Empire. Though it's not exactly hard when they've got someone like Kane in charge of the area. The man has probably done more to alienate the citizens of Rask more than anyone."
"Oh yes, the infamous Captain Kane, Butcher of Rask. Heard about his ruthlessness even way down in the Quala province. Didn't he earn his nickname by wiping out several barbarian tribes here?
"Yeah, he was stationed at Fort Destiny, years before I got here. Showed absolutely no mercy when it came to cutting down the various barb tribes from what I heard. Same thing for the renegade elven population here too."
"Didn't he recently wipe out a small hamlet because the people were complaining about food rationing?" Talia asks.
"One hamlet? Try three and it was only a handful of people complaining. I don't even think they were openly criticizing the Empire's overall tyranny so much as they were just hungry. Captain Kane however took it as a threat to his authority and had the entire hamlet wiped out to the last man, woman and child. Then he did the same thing to two of the neighboring hamlets as a warning for other places to not complain anymore. That sort of thing might be effective on barbs or monsters, but it isn't effective in the long run on citizens you're supposed to be protecting. The fear eventually disappears and only instills great hatred and that's why we've been able to get help from the local population as far as hidden supplies and intelligence when they're able."

You remember Kane in class and him being a very capable fighter who actually killed two of your other classmates during sparing lessons. You don't even think he did it intentionally though, he just thought that's what he was supposed to do because Mistress encouraged such behavior. Given his unassuming and quiet nature back then though, you're a little surprised he wasn't picked to be a shadow guard, though perhaps they realized his dedicated to orders would be more useful as a soldier.

"Well, I can't say I'm too surprised. I mean he is one of…" you stop yourself from saying "us" since you know Cyrus would probably be insulted by it. He identifies more with being a shadow than an Eternal now.

"…the Empire's lap dogs after all. They say jump and he asks how high." You finish.
"True…but…" Cyrus says and stops.

Now this is interesting. You didn't expect this sort of hesitation from Cyrus.

"But what Cyrus?" Talia asks.
"I dunno. I sometimes wonder if we all could've turned out like that, if we hadn't been picked to be shadows."
"Heh, well I have to admit, I have wondered the same thing sometimes." You reply.
"I know I really shouldn't, but I sometimes feel sorry for our unenlightened classmates. I mean so many of them didn't have a chance to hear the truth of Dendrin's call.
"Seriously?" you ask in genuine surprise.
"Yes. The worst part is I really believe I could get through to someone like Kane under the right circumstances and could turn him to our side. Show him that the Empire is a corrupt entity that needs to be destroyed. I'll never get that chance, but such is the will of Dendrin, just as it was his will that we were picked to hear his words instead of them."
"I suppose…" you answer.

Your private feelings on Dendrin aside, you have to admit this is a side of Cyrus you've never seen before. He has always been so dedicated to Dendrin, that to hear him express any sort of sympathy towards an unbeliever let alone an Empire enemy is unheard of. You doubt if you could have such sympathy towards people trying to kill you and you aren't even a religious fanatic like he is.

In any case it doesn't make your decision on whether or not to tell the truth about what Dendrin said to you any easier.


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

[User] You allow Gro'tesk to Flank

[Assistant]
"Gro'tesk," you say, "I want you to put together a strike force, and go around.  Give the battle some time to start, but once you take them by surprise, hit them as hard as you can."

"Got it," Gro'tesk nods.

"What about the left side?" Hidius asks.

"We don't need to worry about that," you say.  "With Gro'tesk attacking their flank, they'll have no choice but to concentrate in those two areas."

"We're going to be exposed over there," Hidius says while sharpening his knife.

"Trust me," you say.  "This plan will work."

"Gro'tesk, while we are setting up I want you to wait in the forest over there," you say.  "Make sure they don't see you at all."

With the plan made, you all disperse to make preparations for the upcoming battle.


[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 open fire as soon as you see them, giving you distance from them

[Assistant]
You open fire, the first blast of shards of silver and magnesium tearing through the werewolves side, causing it to stumble, but at this distance and with your weakened aiming stance, you don't take it down. You pump your shotgun, the pack of werewolves nearing as you fire again. This round slams directly into a lupine head, killing it in one blast as its body rolls to a halt. You reload, firing again as you blow away a werewolf's front leg, causing it to fall and stumble, smacking into the ground with a spray of blood. You reload again, but by this time they're upon you. You raise your rifle, as a werewolf leaps forward, tackling you with a howl.

You hit the ground with a thud, ramming your shotgun barrel against the underside of the creature's chest. Its jaws clamp down on your face, tearing through flesh, skin and cartilage. You fire, the werewolf hit straight through its chest, blowing the werewolf off you and killing it instantly.

You roll to the side to try stand, as the other werewolf hits you from the side, knocking you down with a swipe of its claw, cutting through your side and carving open ribs. You scream out, as the werewolf lunges forward, landing on your neck and crushing your windpipe with a stomp and killing you instantly.


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

[User] You attack Kyros' forces

[Assistant]
Ending the Crusade

You turn, to see Chaos Space Marines, Traitor Guard, Mutants, Tribals, Goliaths and Gladiators charging onto the battle. Far in the distance, floating high above the forces, is Kyros. You know what needs to be done. You leap into the air, flying directly towards Kyros with a roar. You release waves of warpfire and psychic energy, killing dozens of people around you, but that's just a side-note to your main foe. You slam into Kyros, wrapping your hands around his throat. You begin to crush his throat, screaming, as Kyros immediately begin to activate your collar, strangling the life out of you. You don't care. You feel your trachea explode, but you don't care, you only keep strangling. As the two of you fight, you release waves of psychic energy, killing scores of men around you. You let out a scream, transfering all your energy into your hands, and Kyros screams in pain and terror, before you tear his head clean from his head. IN a final scream, you release your hold on line, adding all your remaining life and energy into the psychic blast Kyros releases upon his death, wiping out much of Kyros force.

With your move, Kyros' forces are stopped. Without a leader, they are broken on that planet. Magos Cern is taken down attempting to flee the planet, while Chapter Master Taj is killed in a suicidal charge. Kyros' forces take so many losses in you and Kyros' battle and are so confused that they're crushed by the following charge, leaving few alive. Guardsmen who survive note the suicidal rampage you went on with your final breath. Many wonder if, instilled with an ounce of the God-Emperor's courage, you sacrificed herself to take out the monster Kyros was and the monster he made you. Of course, these thoughts would be heresy, so known dare to even think it aloud in there head. Still, the belief persists, to whatever degree, that your death meant something.


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

[User] You charm training

[Assistant]
The man takes you to a wardrobe that sits in the corner of the warehouse. He starts pulling out different types of clothes and shows you how and why they are different from one another. He shows you different types of materials and styles of shirts and suits and explains when and where the different types should be worn and who they will impress. He spends some time showing you how you send messages non-verbally and how to focus those messages so you are more clearly communicating with someone, even when they don't realize it.
The man looks at you and says, "We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now." He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.
You have trained the following levels of skills:
Stealth: 1
Charm: 2
Weapons: 0


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

[User] You continue to Fort Timons

[Assistant]
While you probably could talk Roger into staying if you turned on the charm again, you've done enough of that for quite some time and honestly he might be right as far as safety is concerned.

Despite the best efforts of the people here, this truck stop is still open enough that those things could get in. (Crawl under the trucks for one thing) Also while the owner seems cool, you don't know everyone else and the last time you encountered a cool owner was the carnival and you know how that turned out. You also imagine that a military base might indeed survive an extended siege a lot better than this place.

"Suzy, I still think going to Timons is a better idea than staying here. I'm going, so if you want to stay…" Roger says before you interrupt him.
"No, I'll go with you."
"But I thought you thought it was a bad idea."
"Well, I still sort of do, but I guess if this is a major crisis and the end of civilization, I'd rather be with you. So if you believe we'll be safe there, then I believe we'll be safe there."

Roger smiles at that remark. He immediately goes to hug you, which you weren't quite expecting, but you hug back. You suppose you are getting attached to him. Just a sucker for men who save your life you guess.

After this happy experience Roger goes over to gas up the truck and you wait nearby. You don't even notice Henry come up to you.

"So you two decide on what to do yet?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah we're going to try to make it to Timons."
"Hm. Well I wish you luck on that. Too bad you're not staying though, could use a few more people to guard this place and help out around here."
"Yeah, well I wish we were staying too, but well he wants to go to Fort Timons so that means we're both going."
"Heh, well love for another always has a way of making you act out of character."
"Y…eah something like that I guess." You say reluctantly. Henry still hasn't caught on that you aren't really "with" Roger, but you don't bother correcting him.
"Don't worry, you got this big truck, so you should be safe as long as you don't get out of the thing or stop for a long period of time to let those things swarm you. And despite my doom and gloom earlier, don't take that as truth. I mean what do I know. I'm stuck here with a Ham Radio that I can barely get to work right at the best of times. Things might not be as bad as they seem. Who knows? Maybe this will all be over in a day or two."
"Heh, one can only hope." You say.
"Remember though, if Timons doesn't work out, you're welcome to come back here."
"Thanks Henry that's very generous of you."

After your short talk with Henry, Roger is ready to get going again and you've got the fuel to get to your destination.

"We left you those MREs and the water. No need to leave you without the basics. Anyway, like I told your pretty girlfriend here, I wish you luck and if it doesn't work out, you're welcome to come back here." Henry tells Roger
"Thank you and we'll keep that in mind." Roger replies and drives off towards the "truck gate" which is now opening up.

And with that you're on the road again.

"Hey I just want you to know, I'm really glad you're coming with me. I mean I know you didn't want to and…look I think you know I really like you and it's not just because you flirted with me and I saw you naked and all that. I really enjoy your company. Probably not the best time to be addressing all this shit, but I think its better I just tell you where I stand right now. Especially with everything that's going on. Anyway that's all I want to say and I'll drop the subject." Roger says.

You're having a déjà vu moment like when Klepto admitted all his feelings for you, though with Roger it feels a little different. You get a little more sincerity with him. Klepto was always a little too sycophantic as far you were concerned.

Hell, maybe you didn't just decide to go off with Roger out of survival. Here or even back at the carnival. Maybe somewhere you did have an attraction to him and you just denied it for some reason. It's that damn "good girl" trait you never shook off from your mother drilling it into your head when you were growing up.

"I…I like and feel close to you too Roger." You say and smile back at Roger.

With this acknowledgement of your feelings for each other, a good period of your drive is in silence, but not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.

The silence isn't just going on in the truck, it's also going on outside or least relatively speaking. Despite what Henry said, so far you haven't encountered any hordes of those rabid things and you're driving through suburbs by this point. You also haven't seen many people walking about, but you assume most people are taking shelter somewhere.

Happily the streets aren't clogged with abandoned vehicles. That was one thing that Roger was more worried about. A line of vehicles is a little harder to drive over even with a big truck.

Night comes and the rabid are a little bit more active though nothing that can't be handled. Most of the time Roger just drives past them and they give chase for a while, but sometimes he runs them over.

"Sheesh, they are getting thicker. Glad we don't actually have to go INTO Security. Pftt, Security. Now that's an ironic name for the city. Anyway we should actually get to Fort Timons around two or three in the morning." Roger says.
"Glad to hear it. I'm getting tired, but I'm too on edge to sleep." You say.
"Eh, go ahead and close your eyes at least. I'll try to keep the zombie smashing to a minimum."
"They aren't zombies, I think we established that they're living right?"
'Yeah, pretty sure they're all alive, just rabid. Or whatever is wrong with them. Dunno if they infect anyone though, don't want to ever find that out."
"I agree." You reply and then try to take Roger's advice by closing your eyes.

You don't really sleep so much as you rest and sort of drift in and out. You aren't fully awake again until Roger calls your attention to your destination which isn't far now.

"Ha ha! Suzy wake up! We're here! We made it and look they even got the towers lit up! The fort still stands!" he exclaims in joy.
"Huh, yeah. That's really…" before you can finish your groggy words Roger has stopped the truck, grabbed you and kisses you full on the lips. You're too tired to resist, though you wouldn't have bother anyway.

"Well was it everything you expected?" you ask after he's done.
"Even better!" Roger says and then tries to kiss you again.
"Whoa, hold on there, let's save the victory kissing until AFTER we get in this place. I mean how do we even know they'll let us in?"
"Oh we'll get in, I know we will." Roger says and starts up the truck again.

You get within range and suddenly spotlights move in your direction and a loud speaker calls out for you slow your speed to a crawl and to stop at the gates and to prepare to be inspected. Roger complies and soon you're sitting before the gates of Fort Timons.

You can imagine snipers from the towers are pointing their weapons on you and when the gates open a whole damn squad of soldiers comes out. A young man with glasses comes up to the driver's side.

"Riley? Is that you? Holy shit, we thought your squad was dead."
"It's me Keller and I'm the only survivor. You'll never believe what the hell happened."

"Riley?" you think, but then you realize that must be his last name. In fact it's right on his shirt. Funny how you never noticed before. Never noticed he was a corporal either.

"Well there's been a lot going on here too, so probably won't be too surprised. Anyway Captain Higgins will want to see you. Uh, he's in charge now." Keller says.
"Shit, I guess a lot has changed."
"Yeah, who's this in your passenger side?"
"This is Suzy. She actually saved my life out there. Don't worry she's not bit or infected or anything."
"Guess you never had to suffer it first hand, but if you're referring to those rabid, they don't infect you if they bite. One good thing about all this I suppose. Saved your life eh? How'd that happen?"
"Oh I got something surprised when I first encountered one of those things and it was on top of me snarling and growling. Suzy here got a knife and stabbed it in the face. Just enough for me to put it down permanently with a few rounds to its head and body."
"I'm also his girlfriend!" you add, hoping that by having a closer tie to Roger that they'll let you in.
"Girlfriend? Hrm. I guess stressful situations really do cause close bonds. Well under normal circumstances we wouldn't let a civvie in that isn't blood related or your spouse, but I guess we can make an exception. All right come on in. Don't want to risk having this gate open any longer than it needs to be."

As you drive in you at last feel safer than you have been in a long while. Roger and you both exit the vehicle and Roger tells you that some people will probably take you to the barracks or some place with a bed. He says he'll meet up with you later as he has to go report in.

"Okay, I'll see you then." You say and you move in to kiss him goodbye.

Well if you weren't his girlfriend before, you certainly cemented it now.

You are escorted to a barracks area just as Roger said you would be, but it's mostly empty. The two soldiers that escort you mention that most of people stationed here never came back after being sent to the city, so there's a lot of room now. They don't say much else and soon leave you to your own devices.

And for the first time in a long time during this hellish week, you're alone. It's almost a bit scary, but in a way you've missed it. You're too tired though to really appreciate it and you collapse on one of the beds and start to drift off…

[User] The next day…

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

You wake up to a body grinding up against you, an arm holding you tightly around your mid-section and warm breath blowing in your ear in between the kissing.

Not exactly what you expected, but it beats those Ground Zero advertisements.

"Wha the…Roger that better be you." You say.
"Of course its me. Who else would it be? Bobby?" Roger answers.
"Well I couldn't tell, your erection pressing into me feels to be about the same size."
"Wow… way to make a guy feel special." Roger says.
"Oh don't be sensitive, I could've said it was smaller. Anyway, isn't there some sort of protocol against this in the barracks?" you say turning you head.
"Pfft, protocol isn't what it used to be. If you haven't noticed there isn't even anyone using this one, except you and barring an assault on this place, the captain was good enough to give me a day to rest up before going back on duty full time. Higgins always was cool about things, glad he's in charge now."
"Hmm, so what's going on?" you ask.
"Nothing important, just holding out until we re-establish contact with the government I guess. Higgins might be cool about certain things, but he said he really couldn't give out any more information other than the infected humans are not going to be a threat to us as long as we stay in the base. All the units that were sent out into the city were long since asked to pull back here though obviously not a lot made it back and there has been no contact with any of the units sent to your town."
"Shit." You say.
"Yeah, guess we both got really lucky. I spoke with some of the guys and a lot are still shaken up about stuff that went down in the city. It's times like this that make you really glad to be alive."
"Yeah, I guess we are survivors." You say and for a moment you lie with Roger finally feeling totally safe from the horrors that are occurring outside right now. You haven't felt this way since you left your basement.

Your moment is then broken by Roger resuming his groping and kissing on you.

"Mmm, you smell so good right now…" Roger says.
"Smell good? I haven't had a proper shower in days! Nevermind the fact I've been running and sweating in the same clothes. I'm disgusting, I'd ask how you're even getting turned on by me right now, but I probably do smell like roses compared to you." You say.
"Well, come on let's go use the shower together."
"…NOW? I mean those things are open, what if someone walks in on us?"
"Nobody will. I told you, there isn't even anyone here in this area. Besides we can make it quick."
"Quick. Just what every girl wants to hear…(snort) don't you think this is all a little presumptuous of you anyway? I said I liked and felt close to you, when did I say I was going to fuck you?"
"When I helped you escape." Roger says continuing to kiss on you.
"Oh, that's low…" you chuckle. "So is this more about me owing you something? Is that the way you want it?"
"Hey, I'll take it."
"Fuck it, I was tired of playing hard to get anyway. It's been several days since I've even managed to pleasure myself so I'm about due. Come on let's go hit the showers." You say and get off the bed.

You and Roger go to the nearby shower room. The pair of you are stripping your clothes off on your way there. By the time you've turned on the water, the both of you are naked.

You enjoy both the force of the cleansing water hitting the front of your body as well as the force of Roger hitting your girl parts from the back. One of his hands starts to grope your breasts while his other remains gripped at your side.

Every thrust feels like a great release from the stress you've endured this week. You scream out in ecstasy for more and you don't give a shit how loud you are and who might hear you. You just hope Roger's got that military stamina to go the distance.

You don't know how much time passes because you're enjoying yourself so much and then you feel it.

"Oh my God! I'm almost there! Keep doing that! Harder! Faster! Oh yessss…" you exclaim and then the explosion.

Namely the nuclear bomb that explodes over the base.

Whether this seemingly insignificant military base was a legitimate target or a misalignment from hitting the city of Security (Which probably still got hit too) is irrelevant.

Who launched the nuke is irrelevant.

Why it was launched is irrelevant.

What is relevant is that you, Roger and many others with the large radius of this blast are instantly vaporized.

At least you went out with a bang.


[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 tivadol and Sesisek

[Assistant]
Tivadol is a typical "rank and file" demon. Brutal, violent, sadistic, full of hate, and wants everything his way and decides the best way of getting it is to smash somebody over the head and take it. The only thing that makes him slightly different is he's a bit more intelligent and has a burning desire to be in charge of everything. This is what makes him a good general.

It's also what makes him a threat to Velzix. Tivadol barely contains the fact that he wants to take over Velzix's position one day. This attitude is probably why he's put on the frontlines and leading the most dangerous attacks. If he wins Velzix gains more territory, if he dies, then that's good too!

Tivadol knows this of course and decided that he shall gain more respect in displaying that he's a battlefield general rather than an armchair one. Then when the time is right, he'll take Velzix's throne by storm. A simple and short sighted plan. One that will probably not come to pass as Velzix is too intelligent to be overthrown by a straightforward coup. Tivadol might be successful if he employed a little subterfuge, but he doesn't have the patience for it. This is another reason why Tivadol wants Sinthinia on his side (Besides her obvious physical qualities of course) since she could take care of such things. So far he's been unsuccessful in convincing her.

He doesn't respect Sesisek (Considers him to be a fool who allowed himself to lose his status and never liked him to begin with) and respects you even less. As you are a mortal, he doesn't even know why Velzix deals with you and sees this as a weakness in him. The fact that you have great power of the dead doesn't impress him. He just sees you as another weak mortal that will have to be crushed when he takes power sooner or later.

And if he gets his way, sooner.

Sesisek is a very very bitter demon. He's been assigned a position that he doesn't want, he's not liked and barely respected. And worse he can't do too much about it right now.

At one time he was Velzix's left hand demon. (Right hand would be inappropriate here) He had spies everywhere and dealt in secrets, blackmail and assassination. He made sure he didn't have to answer to anyone except Velzix, and if things had gone as planned he wouldn't have had to answer to him for too much longer either.

However a succubus called Sinthinia came along and fucked up everything for him. All his plotting, planning, and doubling dealings all came to be meaningless thanks to her actions. He had no more clout after what happened, and to add further insult Velzix allowed him to live and do menial humiliating jobs. However, Sesisek's time in the infernal plane most likely still would've been a short one as other demons would've taken revenge for his past dealings; the only thing that saved him was the Dark Order summoning to your world. As a result he was given a slight reprieve and he's even gained some of his status back since Velzix does know him to be competent and the fact that Velzix needs all the help he can get right now to get a strong foothold on your world.

He's been given a military position to keep him out of the way and preoccupied (Much like Tivadol) but due to his brethren's intense lack of respect of him, he's only leading mortal troops. He can't stand mortals and could care less if they die by the thousands, he dislikes being a military leader, (He preferred the subtle approach to power) and on top of all this his mind is constantly plagued by thoughts of revenge. All of this means his success on the battlefield is mediocre at best. He does a good enough job to make it appear like he's still useful.

He hates Sinthinia for betraying him, but even more for the fact that she was so successful at it. He hates Velzix for continuing to humiliate him. He finds Tivadol to be an idiotic brute who doesn't know shit about real power. As for you, he doesn't particularly care about you at all, except he doesn't find you to be a threat since you're a mortal. He recognizes you do have some power about you and along with being on direct speaking terms with Velzix, you speak to Sinthinia on occasion as well. He probably figures that maybe he can use you in some sort of mad plan for revenge.

It's all that drives him at point.


[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 head into the closed room

[Assistant] You quickly open the door behind you, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. The room seems to be empty except for a few dozen pipes and valves. You wait patiently, and after a few minutes, you open the door once more, continuing down the once again empty hallway. After quickly floating through the air towards your objective, you come across a massive golden door, topped with a massive icon, with an outer circle of an eight point star, an inner circle of a cog and a half mechanical, half human skull in the center.


[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 Kyros' deal

[Assistant]
You extend your hand, smiling.

"Alright. What's good enough for Kyros is good enough for me. I'll take the deal you had with me."

The Tau negotiator smiles and nods, shaking your hand.

"Please, don't even pause in talking to us for support. If you ever find yourself tiring of the life of a rover, we'd be more than happy to find you a position in the Empire."

"Great," you reply. "Well, I suppose that's all we have to discuss. We're ready to go."

You quickly say your goodbyes and head back towards your shuttle.


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

[User] You make a frontal attack.

[Assistant]
You pride yourself in not being a violent person. Your job is to obtain objects, not inflict harm; you carry no weapons because doing so can only escalate a situation, igniting what you would rather defuse. You are no idiot; you are fully aware that more than a few of the other people in your profession take the opposite view. But this is a philosophy that has served you well over the years, from that episode in Burma to your little escapade in Peru.

The downside, though, are the moments like this, in which you have rashly committed yourself to a course of action… without the luxury of time to think the situation through.

Without any further discussion, you rush out from the hiding spot behind the tree, charging directly at the three Wobans, armed with nothing more than the first stick you find. You can only hope that Dr. Bolt is right behind you, because then it will at least be two against three — and if the two men you are rescuing take the cue, it will be four against three.

But you have only been in the presence of Wobans for about fifty seconds, so you can be forgiven (sort of) for not fully appreciating what you're up against. That realization hits you mid-stride, as you are running forward, stick raised high, preparing to swing at the first figure in your path. They are huge, a good seven feet tall; hominids, but not human, with a curved black fingernail on each index finger like the claw of a velociraptor. You are unarmed by choice, but the Wobans bear no weapons because they have no need to use them.

When they turn and see you, what they perceive with those three eyes must not be anything of concern to them. All it takes is a quick flick of the wrist, and you are instantly cut down, never to rise again. Whether your actions allowed others to live, you'll never know.

THE END


[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 set the mad hermit alight and be done with it

[Assistant]
You fire a burst of flames. Unfortunately, John the Hermit goes down with a strength you've rarely seen among the best of men, let alone a wretched mutant. As John the Hermit was engulfed in fire by a flamer blast, his skin crackling, his flesh cooking and his bones melting, he begins to roar at you.

"You'll pay for this injustice! We'll rise up, crush you and break free! We'll rule the galaxy!"

It's only a few hours before the mutants learn what happened and rise up. You're simply unprepared for the scale of this rebellion. John the Hermit must have been planning this for decades, behind Kyros' back. Stores of ammo and weapons, hidden in stockpiles in the parts of the ship that hadn't been searched in millennia, are unearthed, as many of the functions of the ship cease as the mutants stop working. While your forces have better training, better equipment, better everything, as it has been said before, quantity has a whole quality of its own. The endless mutant hordes, entirely willing to die for their cause, all willing to martyr themselves as John the Hermit did.

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


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

[User] You have Jeanette stay

[Assistant]
You decided to go with their plan, it's not likely the would change it if you wanted them too anyway.

"I'm heading off now" Martin said as he got off the loveseat and headed towards the front door.

"Aren't you worried he'll get caught?" You ask Jeanette.

"He'll be fine" she responded not the least bit concerned.

"So why did Martin kidnap me?"

"I'm sorry Martin asked me not to tell you, just don't worry, we won't harm you and in a few days you'll be let go and can go home"

You figure it was no use to keep trying to get info out of her, something about her makes you think she can rather stubborn.

"So to help pass the time, you're going to help alphabetize some bank statements" Jeanette said in way she already assumed you would agree.

"What do you mean" you responded quite puzzled.

"Well the old manger of the bank I work at decided it would be fun to have bank statements in random order, so they fired him and if I fix this mess I got a good shot of getting his job, with you I can get it done even faster"

You decide not to argue partly you're a bit afraid of what would happen if you said no and partly because sitting around doing nothing couldn't be good for your mental health. Jeanette heads off into the foyer and you follow her into a room on the left. It is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator, oven and stove. The appliances seemed fairly modern, although the oven and stove appeared to be a bit dirty. Next to them was a counter and sink, with dishes that needed to be washed. A sliding door on the right lead to the backyard. In the middle of the room was a kitchen table,on it is a box with a bunch of papers.You both sit down at the table as Jeanette takes the box and dumps the papers on the table.

"You know the alphabet?" Jeanette sarcastically asks you.

"Well if I didn't, now would be a good time to learn" You reply in equal wit.

Jeanette smiles briefly at the remark, staying on her good side would be the best course of action.

For next several hours you and her organize the files, it isn't so bad as you and her talk during the process. You learn that her father severed in the army and she lost her mother at a young age. You also learn she and Martin have been going out for two years. Around noon Jeanette orders a pizza, mushrooms and olives your favorite. By late afternoon you and her all done.

"Alright, if you ever get tired as a singer, I'll hire you as my assistant. Jeanette compliments.

 A short while later Martin returns home and Jeanette greets him with a kiss.

"Everything is all set for tomorrow" Martin confirms.

"Great, Linda was a valuable help to me" Jeanette responds in a rather cheerful tone.

 Martin turns his attention to you.

 "Tomorrow I will explain everything to you, for now I'm afraid you have to go back to the basement"

You comply and head back downstairs, for dinner you have left over pizza and after watching some prime time tv you fall asleep.


[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 more than food

[Assistant]
You slowly walk over to the trailer to hand over the supplies. When you open the door, the hostage comes out with his arms raised. "Well, look who it is," the man says. "Thought you could sneak this one past us?" Another person from the crowd takes him away. Then the man snaps his fingers. "Boys, unload the trailer. I want to see what I got."

After the men have searched through the trailer, the man turns to you. "Now that we have your stuff, I will escort you to your new home."


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

[User] You impale the Knight

[Assistant] You pull one of your spears slung onto your back.  With a roar, you charge the knight, he looks in surprise, taking a swing at you.  You knock the sword to the side and ram the spear into his stomach.  The silver coat snaps and crunches, and, as the knight falls, you push the spear further into him.  You watch as crimson red oozes out from inside the coat as you twist and push the spear.  The imperial sputters and coughs from under his helm as he feebly reaches for his sword before going limp.  Ripping the spear out, you see the tip is mostly ruined.  If you hadn't kept pushing the dead man before, you would only have had a minor flesh wound.


[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 leave it

[Assistant] There's no way you're messing with whatever's there. You're just not willing to do it. You step back, moving away from the heart.


[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 seek out a whore

[Assistant]
It certainly will be the easiest for you to do emotionally and less likely to get you into trouble with the law. Who's going to miss a whore right? The only thing you really need to worry about is getting mugged while you're looking for one.

You take a deep breath and catch a coach to the slums of Klyton.

It doesn't take you long to get propositioned several times when you arrive.

"Hey baby, you like what you see?"

"Mmmm, come put your dick in this slice of paradise!"

"You see these lips? They could be wrapped around your cock."

"Come over here honey, you ain't never had goblin ass before!"

While you wince at that last one. A big man approaches you.

"Hey you, you gonna just look or you actually gonna buy some pussy?"

"Are you their pimp?"

"I'm their manager! Now enough with the questions, you buying or what?"

You can't get a prostitute that has a pimp. If she turns up missing, he's likely to seek you out and take the loss out on your hide or even blackmail you. You excuse yourself and continue to wander the streets.

You travel into an even more destitute area of the slums looking for a whore, which is proving to be a lot harder than you thought it would be. You eventually find what you're looking for and they're revolting. The drug whores are certainly out in force tonight.

"You got some green lotus or yellow devil? I'll suck your dick!" is what most of the drug whores say to you. You almost figure you'd be doing them a favor by getting them killed. You pick the one who looks least likely to infect you just by breathing on you. (The irony that you're already infected by a killer toxin isn't lost on you.)

You hand her several gold coins, probably the most money she's seen in a long time and is ready to take you around the corner and blow you, but you have to explain that you're heading to some place nicer and warm, with lots of drugs! She seems to like that idea, so she agrees to follow you.

Fortunately you manage to catch another coach relatively quickly and your trip back to the campus is uneventful other than the ramblings and awful coughing of your "lady friend."

You arrive to the lab with your whore in tow and Dr. Kovas pulls you both in all the while not looking impressed.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You got a whore? I could've got a whore!"

"Well why didn't you?"

"I'd watch your tongue boy if you want that antidote."

"Look I did what you said! Just cure me now!"

"Not yet, I need you to do one more thing, here."

Dr. Kovas points you to a syringe on a table filled with something. Something not good no doubt. It's obvious he wants you to inject the whore with it.

"No, no, you said all I had to do is bring her here."

"Yes, well I think under the circumstances you're ready to take the next step for science."

"Hey wait, am I doing both of you? That's okay I guess, but this is extra." The whore says still not grasping the situation.

As for you, you shake your head, knowing it's useless to argue. You almost feel like grabbing the syringe and running over to stab him with it, but you still need the antidote and then you'd probably have to still kill the whore too.

"Alright honey, I'm gonna take care of you." you say holding the syringe and approaching the whore.

"Oooh now that's what I'm talkin' about. Shoot me up."

You inject the eager whore with the needle and she soon falls unconscious.

"Quickly, bring her to the table!"

While you do so, Dr. Kovas disappears to the back of his lab. You check the girl and realize she's stopped breathing. You've killed her, though you're not really surprised, you're just hoping that Kovas is coming out with your antidote.

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

"Here, take this and put on some gloves. We're about make history!"

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

You stand there for a moment just watching Dr. Kovas enthusiastically cutting into the girl and injecting more strange fluid directly into her vital organs. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything else, until he suddenly stops.

"Hold on wait, did you strap her down? Shit you didn't strap her down! Quick, tie her up!"

"What?!" you say not really understanding why you'd need to do it, but you find out when she suddenly comes to life!

"Tie her feet! Tie her feet!" Dr. Kovas yells as he shackles her arms to the table. You grab the rope on the cart and begin tying her feet, which are twitching as much as she's making some no longer human noises.

"Raagh. Gargah! Arrgh!"

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

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

"Ah, not yet anyway! I've made some changes to it. If you'll notice the subject is not as aggressive as it would be under regular incitahol. Unfortunately it was still quite hostile and nearly bit my ear when I was trying to strap it down. I can't be sure if this due to my changes in the drug, or the fact that this subject's organs were heavily damaged due to her own major drug use and life style. Probably had several sexual diseases too, who knows what those factors might've played. This is why I didn't want a drug addled whore (sigh) I'll need a new subject."

You're a little put off, considering he did say he didn't care what kind of girl you got. You're hardly surprised though; you just say you'll get on it tomorrow.

"You? No I don't think so. I think I'm misjudged your abilities considering you've been argumentative and an utter failure in bringing me a good test subject. No I do not think there will be anymore chances. You may leave, I'm done with you."

NOW you're surprised and more than a little pissed. This dick has been insulting you, poisoned you, made you kill a girl and now he's just dismissing you like some flunky without even paying you for your time?

"Oh is that how it is? Well you still owe me money for this!"

"Owe? I don't owe you anything. You did this for science m'boy. You should be happy you're alive so that you can live out the rest of your boring existence."

It's the last straw, you aren't going to take it anymore and you snap. You immediately attack Dr. Kovas who anticipates your attack by dodging it. You crash straight into the zombie whore's table and are unfortunately bit in the arm.

"Arrrrgh! My arm!" you scream struggling to get your arm out of the zombie whore's mouth.

"Nargh Gabrah Raagh!"

"Well, I guess you still might have your uses…"

You feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and that's the last thing you experience in your life.

Your short undead "life" isn't even worth mentioning.


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

[User] You talk to Ironsoul

[Assistant]
"I like him." You say, pointing to Ironsoul.

"What, Ironsoul? He's a male, he can't bear your children." Dokt says, annoyed.

"Many Chieftains were adopted. Dadic, for fuck's sake."

Dokt rolls his eyes, but nods. You stand from the throne, and walk down to Ironsoul.

"Hello. Ironsoul, is it?" You ask.

"Dag. Dag Ironsoul. It's Dag to you, 'less I gotta call you Chieftain, Mazkil."

"How are you, Dag?" You ask.

Somehow, despite your ability to show courage in any fight, you abilities to get chicks aren't particularly good. Thankfully, Dag's just as crude.

"Do you want something, Mazkil?"

"I was just asking about you as a person. We don't get to talk much."

Dag raises an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to fuck me?" He asks indignantly. "Because I won't refuse a piece of ass, but I'm not going to whine about my day like a Man's wife."

You smile.

"That simplifies things."


[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 take a harder job

[Assistant]
Nothing like trial by fire, if Ulivik thinks he can handle it, he'll learn soon enough.

"Kenneth just give us whatever job pays the most currently right now." You say.
"Oh okay then, that's easy. There's a troll somewhere south of here near the old Empire border. Dunno exactly where he's making his home, I'm guess there's a hole in the ground somewhere though, anyway it's been eating a lot of travelers and merchants on the roads whenever it's feeling a little hungry. It's only just arrived, but it's hurting business and for some reason none of these fucking cowards will go and kill it!" Kenneth shouts so everyone in the bar can hear him.

"A troll? Where the hell did he come from? They're rare enough as it is, and even less likely to wander around above ground." You remark.
"I have no idea, but it's ruining business. So are you going to take the job?"
"Yeah sure, should be interesting." You say.

You and Ulivik get up and leave who looks less enthusiastic now.

"What's wrong with you?"
"Oh uh, nothing. Just didn't expect it would be a troll. You only hear about them in stories."
"Yeah, well this ain't no story and they're quite real. I should know I've fought one before when I was serving as a soldier here. Damn thing blended in the darkness of the cave and took out three men before we even knew what was going on. Now it's a common misconception that you can only kill them with fire, but that's probably the best way to kill 'em anyway given how tough their skin is, let alone their regenerative abilities…"

At this point Ulivik begins to look pale, an amazing feat for a dark elf. You address the situation before continuing.

"Okay and I can tell by your look, you're having second thoughts about all this. If you want to back out, there's still time you know. Do you want to back out?"

Ulivik's silence isn't an answer.

"Look, you better tell me now because when we're facing nine feet of green and black horror I don't want to be having to pull your fat out of the fire because you're freezing up in terror."
"I'm not backing out and I won't freeze up!" he exclaims.
"Okay then, come on we need to get a few extra supplies."

Ulivik's answer doesn't exactly convince you that he still isn't scared about all this, but sometimes fear can be a good thing. Keeps you on your toes. Besides one would have to be a complete moron to not be a little worried about facing a troll. The only time you faced one, wasn't exactly a picnic and you had the advantage of numbers on your side. Normally you don't waste your money on things like explosives, but you make an exception and buy a couple of firebombs along with some oil flasks, torches and a whetstone to make sure your sword is extra sharp.

Along the way to your destination, you tell Ulivik how he should approach fighting the thing and whatever he does to not let it corner him or get the drop on him. If either one happens he's dead. You also tell him that unlike an ogre or a giant, trolls are a lot faster and sneakier than their size would indicate.

You travel for about a good portion of the day on your way towards the southern Rask border. You stick to the road since you figure if the troll has been ambushing merchants and travelers, he's got to be stalking the road. When night comes you make a camp along side of it, but there still is no sign of any troll yet.

"Hey you said these things don't usually come out from underground?" Ulivik asks.
"Well the one I encountered was living in a cave that was being mined, and all the other stories I've heard and you've probably heard is that they're completely subterranean. Whatever the truth is, this one has been lurking above ground and out in the open, so maybe they just don't like sunlight. Probably has a home somewhere nearby, but there aren't any hills or mountains in this part of Rask, just forest. Could be living in there I suppose, but I'm betting he's probably got a hidden entrance in the ground somewhere and he's living right underneath us."

This of course causes Ulivik to start looking at the ground around him.

"How do we know it'll even show up?"
"We don't, but if it's been attacking people like Kenneth says it has, then us lingering around the road will probably draw its attention. Of course there's no point in sitting around and using up all our energy by staying up all night. We'll be taking shifts. You seem to be alert already so you're taking first watch while I get a little rest."

When you close your eyes you begin to slowly drift off, though you've always been sort of a light sleeper, so you never really fall into a deep sleep. What wakes you up completely is a sickening cracking sound and heavy breathing.

You stand up with your sword in hand and you're just in time to see a large gangly figure with its hands around Ulivik's head which is now completely backwards. He didn't even have a chance. Seeing you, the troll emits a low growl and drops Ulivik's body. The troll lurches and leaps about in a chaotic manner. It tries to circle you in such a way that it'll be behind you, but you don't allow that to happen. Eventually it gets frustrated and attacks you head on.

Fighting the troll is harder than the last time you fought one before and not just due to the fact that you had back up. The open space of the outside world is actually more beneficial for the troll's fighting style which is jerky and involves a lot of leaping around. Many times the creature manages to smash you with its hardened fists due to its extended reach alone. Feels like getting hit by fucking battering ram.

Your own hits against it don't seem to do anything, except the one time when you actually manage to cleave one of the troll's legs off just below the knee. This doesn't deter its attack though. It merely backs off long enough for it to change its fighting style. It comes at you on all fours (or rather threes in this case). During this time you've taken the opportunity to light up one of the firebombs to throw at the thing, but by the time you light it, it's already upon you and knocked you down. Pinnining you to the ground as best it can, the troll punches you in the face, breaking your nose to a point where it practically explodes into a mess of blood. You gasps for air as it follows up by sinking its teeth deep into your sword arm. The sound of bone cracking is a sure sign that it won't be long before the troll chews it off completely.

In the meantime the firebomb you lit fell close by and its fuse is still burning down. Somehow between your eyes covered in blood, the difficulty breathing and the pain wracking your entire body while a troll is eating you alive, you manage to grab the firebomb with your good arm and hold it right near the troll's head.

You get a minor satisfaction at the troll's expression when he sees the bomb just before it goes off, blowing the pair of you up.


[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 retreat deeper into the woods

[Assistant]
The Hunters wouldn't understand you. They'd never understand what you are, never trust you. They'd simply see you as a different form of beast entirely, but still something to be hunted down and killed. You are no longer one of their kind. You are one of Fenrir's children now, not Adam's.

You sprint as fast as you can, paws feeling the cold soil underneath you as the trees fly past. As you run, your worries, your hate, your anger burns away, as you just find yourself running, any traces of humanity being shed with each step. Mankind has rejected you. Fenrir has taken you in. You're no longer human.

You are a beast. You are a predator. You are a hunter.

You hear a few scattered howls through the forest, the answer of the surviving werewolves to your call. You howl once more, calling them to you. You have no need for Hunters anymore. You have your own predators now.