Random Story
by Naralos · 06/30/2009 (3:09 am) · 3 comments
--This is a random backdrop story I came up with for the purposes of posting on a blog on GarageGames. Even as I write this preview text, I am unsure what I am about to write.
Note that this is intended to be viewed from design standpoint, not as a pitch for a game or from a customer stand point.--
Grasping the rose delicately within the confines of your gloved hand, you firmly crease it into the parchment, folding the leaf and pressing it closed around the crimson bud. Looking upon the overcast heavens, the darkness of night embracing you as a guardian angel, you stand up before you slide the flower into your cloak pocket.
You watch as clouds slowly roll by, moonlight and starlight hidden from you. A gentle breeze, rustling leaves, a kind aroma from the flowers graces you with memories of your loved one; a cadence of recall, bringing you to her warm embrace and her kind smile... and blood.
A wrenching pain in your heart brings you back to reality in time to see a gap in the clouds. The moon and stars peer in, gazing upon the scar across your right eye. Reminded of the fresh wound, your hand moves of its own accord and you feel the leather running across the tear in your flesh. No knife made this wound - it was the claw of your last victim, the Duke, in his death throes. You never imagined a man could strike with such hatred as you did.
As you remind yourself of the task at hand, your hand finds its place on your sword's scabbard across your leg. Turning around, you take your staff in your free hand from the oak you had it leaning against. The warmth of its power hums within you, flowing through your grasp. With some effort, you move your steel leg and begin on your long trek.
Your murder was only last night, and this was a very necessary stop, but now you need to continue your journey. You still have a long way to go before you reach her grave site, and the kingdom's guards are waiting around every corner.
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You had thought your dealings with the Duke, a powerful Sorcerer and nobleman, ended when you finished your job as a soldier, but your suspicions were wrong. Living with your loved one, whom you had saved from slave work as a soldier, you were happy with your new life as a farmer. After all, you had a wonderful wife and a child on the way.
Had.
The Duke, believing your wife to be the spy of an enemy nation, ordered her taken from your home and executed. Immediately you set out to take vengeance on the Duke, but when you do encounter him, you find he greatly overwhelms you in power with his magical forces.
A violent explosion leaves you without a leg and falling out of the great tower within the Duke's castle. You're sure that the fall will bring you to the cold finality of death.
To your dazed surprise, you awaken. Before you stands a strange red skinned being who identifies himself as a demon. He says that the sorcerer's abuse of magic has left an opening that he was able to slip through. The demon, seeing that you have survived the fall and the explosion, explains that such a determined and powerful soul as yours would be valuable to him, and he offers you a replacement for your leg as well as great magical power in return for some service and ownership of your soul.
Vengeance being the only thing on your mind, you accept with little hesitation. You are immediately granted a steel, functioning leg, and have to work for the demon, performing certain tasks to slowly earn the staff and several magic powers. Once you have the power you need, you are granted freedom until your demise, which the demon smugly claims will happen at your love's grave site.
Using your staff of demonic magic and your skill with a sword, you finally arrive at your lover's grave, but you are denied the moment of peace you seek to simply deposit the flower. The demon watches nearby, hidden in shadows and his own magic, as dozens of guards assail you and, at long last, you stand victorious. Weary, you're about to take a final moment of peace for your lover, before you're assaulted by the demon himself, angry at your survival and his impatience to gain a soul.
You are pitted in a final, climactic battle with the demon, who throws every power he can at you, as well as summoning countless dead to fight you. Before the battle is over, your lover will be summoned to fight you.
Only after you have finally slain every summoned corpse, the demon fights you in direct combat. After an earthshaking battle and the destruction of your staff, you finally manage to sink your blade into the demon's heart, whereupon he roars and claws at you, scarring your left eye in a similar way that the Duke scarred your right one, only the demon's claw leaves burning fire.
When at last the demon is slain, his body dissolves to ash as the sun rises. You drop your sword and collapse to your knees, crawling to the now mutilated corpse of your lover. Removing the rose from your pocket, you place it in her grasp and hold her hand.
A gentle breeze blows, rustling leaves, bringing to you the aroma of fire, decay, blood... and a single rose - a single love.
Unbeknown to you, villagers had gathered around the graveyard. Having witnessed the heroic portion of your battle with the dead and the demon, and now witnessing the sunrise upon your final moment of peace with your loved on, they cheer, claiming you had saved the world from a great evil... even as you had only saved the world from your own mistakes.
As the demon's body finishes dissolving, the ashes, alight, flow into your body. You're pained as it burns into you, but you are granted the powers of the demon as your own.
Note that this is intended to be viewed from design standpoint, not as a pitch for a game or from a customer stand point.--
Grasping the rose delicately within the confines of your gloved hand, you firmly crease it into the parchment, folding the leaf and pressing it closed around the crimson bud. Looking upon the overcast heavens, the darkness of night embracing you as a guardian angel, you stand up before you slide the flower into your cloak pocket.
You watch as clouds slowly roll by, moonlight and starlight hidden from you. A gentle breeze, rustling leaves, a kind aroma from the flowers graces you with memories of your loved one; a cadence of recall, bringing you to her warm embrace and her kind smile... and blood.
A wrenching pain in your heart brings you back to reality in time to see a gap in the clouds. The moon and stars peer in, gazing upon the scar across your right eye. Reminded of the fresh wound, your hand moves of its own accord and you feel the leather running across the tear in your flesh. No knife made this wound - it was the claw of your last victim, the Duke, in his death throes. You never imagined a man could strike with such hatred as you did.
As you remind yourself of the task at hand, your hand finds its place on your sword's scabbard across your leg. Turning around, you take your staff in your free hand from the oak you had it leaning against. The warmth of its power hums within you, flowing through your grasp. With some effort, you move your steel leg and begin on your long trek.
Your murder was only last night, and this was a very necessary stop, but now you need to continue your journey. You still have a long way to go before you reach her grave site, and the kingdom's guards are waiting around every corner.
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You had thought your dealings with the Duke, a powerful Sorcerer and nobleman, ended when you finished your job as a soldier, but your suspicions were wrong. Living with your loved one, whom you had saved from slave work as a soldier, you were happy with your new life as a farmer. After all, you had a wonderful wife and a child on the way.
Had.
The Duke, believing your wife to be the spy of an enemy nation, ordered her taken from your home and executed. Immediately you set out to take vengeance on the Duke, but when you do encounter him, you find he greatly overwhelms you in power with his magical forces.
A violent explosion leaves you without a leg and falling out of the great tower within the Duke's castle. You're sure that the fall will bring you to the cold finality of death.
To your dazed surprise, you awaken. Before you stands a strange red skinned being who identifies himself as a demon. He says that the sorcerer's abuse of magic has left an opening that he was able to slip through. The demon, seeing that you have survived the fall and the explosion, explains that such a determined and powerful soul as yours would be valuable to him, and he offers you a replacement for your leg as well as great magical power in return for some service and ownership of your soul.
Vengeance being the only thing on your mind, you accept with little hesitation. You are immediately granted a steel, functioning leg, and have to work for the demon, performing certain tasks to slowly earn the staff and several magic powers. Once you have the power you need, you are granted freedom until your demise, which the demon smugly claims will happen at your love's grave site.
Using your staff of demonic magic and your skill with a sword, you finally arrive at your lover's grave, but you are denied the moment of peace you seek to simply deposit the flower. The demon watches nearby, hidden in shadows and his own magic, as dozens of guards assail you and, at long last, you stand victorious. Weary, you're about to take a final moment of peace for your lover, before you're assaulted by the demon himself, angry at your survival and his impatience to gain a soul.
You are pitted in a final, climactic battle with the demon, who throws every power he can at you, as well as summoning countless dead to fight you. Before the battle is over, your lover will be summoned to fight you.
Only after you have finally slain every summoned corpse, the demon fights you in direct combat. After an earthshaking battle and the destruction of your staff, you finally manage to sink your blade into the demon's heart, whereupon he roars and claws at you, scarring your left eye in a similar way that the Duke scarred your right one, only the demon's claw leaves burning fire.
When at last the demon is slain, his body dissolves to ash as the sun rises. You drop your sword and collapse to your knees, crawling to the now mutilated corpse of your lover. Removing the rose from your pocket, you place it in her grasp and hold her hand.
A gentle breeze blows, rustling leaves, bringing to you the aroma of fire, decay, blood... and a single rose - a single love.
Unbeknown to you, villagers had gathered around the graveyard. Having witnessed the heroic portion of your battle with the dead and the demon, and now witnessing the sunrise upon your final moment of peace with your loved on, they cheer, claiming you had saved the world from a great evil... even as you had only saved the world from your own mistakes.
As the demon's body finishes dissolving, the ashes, alight, flow into your body. You're pained as it burns into you, but you are granted the powers of the demon as your own.
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07/08/2009 (5:10 am)
I didn't open this blog expecting much, but you certainly impressed me! You have some real skill with words, and I'd love to see some more 'random' stories ;)
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