The Story of Styx - Part 1

Alright, maggots, if you’re still here, it means you survived my first history lesson to introduce my world. Good for you and welcome back.
Now, last time, I gave you the grand tour of this rotten world. Humans being humans (a.k.a. the worst), orcs getting the short end of the stick, and a bunch of other races playing their parts in one giant, bloody mess. But this time? We’re talking about me. My story. My rise. My legend!
Yeah, yeah, it’s been ages since my first adventure. Cry me a river. Time to refresh your memory. And for those clueless fools who don’t know my legend… well, consider yourselves honored. Not everyone gets a history lesson from the Styx.
And before you get any bright ideas, yeah, there are spoilers if you never played my first adventure, Styx: Master of Shadows. If you don’t want your tiny brain ruined by the shocking truths of my past, now’s your chance to leave. Go on, discover my story by yourself, play my previous adventure Styx: Master of Shadows.
I’ll wait.
https://store.steampowered.com/app/242640/Styx_Master_of_Shadows/
…Still here? Good. Let’s get to it.
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Once upon a time… I was a charming, talented, and incredibly handsome goblin with a penchant for sneaking, stealing, and stabbing. My target? The Heart of the World Tree, a big shiny blob of Amber hidden deep inside the Tower of Akenash, a giant tower in human territory. Why? Because Amber is power. It’s the sweet, addictive, glowing juice that makes me me. Smart, sneaky, deadly… basically everything you humans wish you were.

But, of course, things weren’t that simple. See, the whole tower was crawling with guards, elves, and some nasty roach-like monsters. Plus, there was a little problem. Turns out, the more Amber I guzzled, the more I started to hear whispers. And a certain voice in my head that wouldn’t shut up.
SPOILER ALERT: Major twists ahead. If you want to live in blissful ignorance, skip to the next section. Or don’t. I don’t care.
Here’s where it gets really fun. That voice in my head? Yeah, it was me. Or, more precisely, the original Styx. The first goblin. Once upon a time, he was an orc, big, ugly, and probably smelled awful. But then he got a little too friendly with the World Tree’s magical Amber. And poof! Say hello to the first goblin. Still green, but little, ugly and still smelled bad.
And me? Just a tiny sliver of Amber that grew legs, a mean streak, and a talent for throat-slitting. A clone. See, Original-Styx had this neat little trick, spawning disposable clones of himself. Usually, they were brainless meat puppets, but when he infiltrated Akenash, he decided to cook up something special. A clone with brains, instincts, and a real talent for being a pain in the ass. Me.

So yeah, I was a mistake. A walking, talking afterthought. My big destiny? Steal the Heart of the World Tree, free Original-Styx, and then march right back into my original self like a good little puppet. Because apparently, Original-Styx wasn’t a fan of the voices in his head and thought merging with the Heart of the World Tree would fix everything. Ho, and I discovered this sneaky bastard had planned to eliminate me as soon as my mission was completed.
Yeah, not happening.
So I did what I do best. I sneaked into the shadow, betrayed, schemed, and murdered my way through every idiot standing in my way. And in the end? I destroyed the Heart of the World Tree, took down my original self, and took a graceful swan dive into a pool of Amber to die. Really die. Like being dead. Because nobody tells me what to do. Not even… well, me.
And that’s where things got really messy. Hordes of Styx clones (stupid and feral) emerge from the amber. As the World Tree dies, the magic that keeps Akenash aloft fails and the tower crashes to the ground.
The feral clones of Styx emerge from the ruins and disperse into the wilderness. A whole new race was born, the goblins. The green plague. Most of them were dumb as rocks, except for one. A goblin who actually had a brain but no memories. Just the name “Styx” rattling around in his head.
Was it me? Was it the original? Was it someone entirely new? Who knows. Who cares! All that mattered was that Styx was still alive. And that meant trouble for everyone else.
- A universe of idiots, Empires, and one genius goblin (me) - The Story of Styx - Part 1 (As told by me) - The Story of Styx - Part 2 (Still told by Me)

And that’s where I left off, maggots. You can thank me later for not diving too deep into the mess I made with those clones.
So, what’s next?
Oh, you think this story ends here? Think again, sweetheart. You can’t just create a goddamn goblin horde and call it quits. No, no. There's always more trouble. More shadows to crawl through, more dirty little secrets to uncover! And lucky for you, you get to hear all about it in our next episode. (Wait… did you hear a “ta-dum” sound?)
I know, I know, you're hanging on the edge of your seat, dying to know what happens next. Spoiler: it's gonna get worse before it gets better. (You’d expect nothing less from someone like me, right?)
Go ahead, scratch your heads, and wonder how the hell I pulled all this off. It’s a bit of a mystery, isn't it? But, don't worry. You’ll get your answers in our next Steam News. Eventually.
But for now…I’m done!
Just kidding. I’m standing right here, waiting for you to wishlist Styx: Blades of Greed.
https://store.steampowered.com/app/3290690/Styx_Blades_of_Greed/
Go ahead. Click it. I’ll wait.
What’s that? You think you’ll just skip it and pretend it doesn’t matter? Yeah, I can hear your excuses. "I’ll do it later". Sure, sure. I get it, you’re busy blah blah. I don’t care, I am busy too!
You’ll quit first, though. I know you will.
So go on. Show me you’re not a complete waste of space. Wishlist it.
I’ll just be here... patiently watching.
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