Mini-devlog Update #10
‘Awake, my paladins! Now has the time come for our rebirth! Harkuna will be freed, and the Uttakin will feel the wrath of my revenge.’
At the far end of the chamber, a stone plinth is raised above the rest. On it sleeps a man dressed in purple-hemmed cloth of gold. On his bearded and patriarchal head rests a golden crown, which glints in the quivering light you have brought with you. His hands are crossed over his chest. In one he holds a steel mace, the head of which is fashioned in gold to resemble a flaming sun. In the other, he holds a silvery scythe, its blade fashioned into a crescent moon. It is the High King, sleeping through the lost
centuries, awaiting the day of his awakening.
Suddenly the temperature drops even lower – a sudden cold that threatens to stop your heart.
If you have a wolf pelt, it protects you from the cold. If you haven’t, roll two dice and lose that many Stamina points.
If you still live, a smoky, phantasmal shape appears in the centre of the chamber. Her spectral white face is as blank and smooth as snow, and her ghostly robes, pale as moonlight, billow out behind her like a trail of stars. Taloned hands, like the wind-blasted branches of a winterbound tree, clutch at you.
...
Ah... was it wise to meddle with things that much?
Oh, well, even if you have second thoughts, I am sure you'll love the opportunity to find out how your choices affect the world of the Fabled Lands.
That is, if you live long enough to see it...
At the far end of the chamber, a stone plinth is raised above the rest. On it sleeps a man dressed in purple-hemmed cloth of gold. On his bearded and patriarchal head rests a golden crown, which glints in the quivering light you have brought with you. His hands are crossed over his chest. In one he holds a steel mace, the head of which is fashioned in gold to resemble a flaming sun. In the other, he holds a silvery scythe, its blade fashioned into a crescent moon. It is the High King, sleeping through the lost
centuries, awaiting the day of his awakening.
Suddenly the temperature drops even lower – a sudden cold that threatens to stop your heart.
If you have a wolf pelt, it protects you from the cold. If you haven’t, roll two dice and lose that many Stamina points.
If you still live, a smoky, phantasmal shape appears in the centre of the chamber. Her spectral white face is as blank and smooth as snow, and her ghostly robes, pale as moonlight, billow out behind her like a trail of stars. Taloned hands, like the wind-blasted branches of a winterbound tree, clutch at you.
...
Ah... was it wise to meddle with things that much?
Oh, well, even if you have second thoughts, I am sure you'll love the opportunity to find out how your choices affect the world of the Fabled Lands.
That is, if you live long enough to see it...