Enkidian v.1.0

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WELCOME TO THE World of EDEN Version 0.1 - by Malediction -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Start New Game]]

I remember the cold air that assaulted the city. And how the droplets of rain drizzled and punched the grey stone rooftops and made them damp, and then procreated as pools among the mud; and then how the streets were eerie for they were empty, for no soul dared to venture outside their home. I remember walking for what felt like forever on the dark streets, like railroads built for no reason. For that I felt the fear, of being ran over, or being stabbed, or being maimed or shot. But I kept going. And going. I remember walking the street near the inn and seeing a strewn man on the side. His guts were drawn out and in then were words that spelt doom. You have commited a very grave crime it seems - murder, but you cannot remember anything else. [[Return|Oubliette]]

...and look above you. A grate. Faint beams of light, that in their attempts to reach you, illuminate only barely the dark mud creases of the wall. So dark it seems here that you cannot even see the walls that enclose you, but you know that they are there. You know you are in some hole. You feel then that beneath you is a pool of fetid water that, in the dead shining of the lights, looks silver in color and almost like an alien spew. But then you look above again and see a repugnant color creeping through the holes: a purplish hue set in conflict with an animalistic, catlike yellow; like a panther's prowling eyes preying on some primal man, then looming over it's bloody body. You look away. The wind howls above. [[Listen to the wind]] [[What do I remember?]]

You listen intently to the howling wind. After some time you realize it's really nothing but. [[Keep listening]] [[Return|Oubliette]]

...The sharp wind somehow starts talking to you? It's laughing and dancing...and almost crying. ...perhaps you're going insane? [[Still, what is this noise?]]

You keep on listening...! Sharp as an arrow it's tearing the whole of your body! The grate goes flying and lands with a soft thud... Now you can see that the most deadly of your captors: the dead sun that leers about you, purple and violent. Yes, it assaults your very being! Suddenly, as if the wind had a will of it's own, you're lifted up and put onto the ground! [[Center yourself]]

You feel dizzy...you open your eyes.. You can feel the soft tingling of blood jut from the pain all over your body. Yet you see that the ground is moving in soft sensations and back to stillness in and around the blood, and all over where you are knelt. Yet you gaze at the sky and you see that it is a vivescent yellow sparking with darker flames and lighter hues of gems set atop clouds of greenish gas, and you realize you might be insane. You hear the wind laughing at you. [[Standing in a grey plain]]

You wander through this thin passage out of the mountain range.

You go north. You find yourself in some type of moor, it's water painted with an oily sheen. But it is now late and you are tired and thirsty. [[Drink from the swamp water]] [[Move on further north into the swamp]] [[Make camp]]

- "Shut up! Be quiet!" you shout "At once, be quiet!". and in response, it laughs at you! And it sizzles and howls into a sentence: - "Oghjda!" murmurs the wind "Kill the Devil Orb! Find the Warrior!" The wind explodes into a million pieces and falls on the soft sand, until it is no more. [[Check|Check the wind's remains]] [[Leave]]

You give up and wait for some hours, and the hours give up until the sun gives up. You see then that the world is much more cruel than you anticipated. At the eve of nightfall you hear a scream like a death rattle; then a black vulture stamps out the moon. Then many more ghasts come out stampeding from the south. They are like flowing tree branches with heads like skulls, with tall legs and small bodies - thousands of them come dancing from the horizon to kill you. Boogiemen. The dust from the stampede blots out and paints the sky brown. You try to run but the ground is mud. You fall down and are turned to dirt. The dogs eat you. You're dead. [[Death]]

It is just a hole. Strangely, the water is there no more; Only a small, dark blue pebble lays there. [[Attempt to grab the dark blue pebble]]

You slip and crush your neck. [[Death]]

You lean forth atop the crater left by the wind. A short sword lies there. You pick it up and take a closer look: it is a cold, black metal. It's handle is inlaid with silver adornings and careful etchings of strange shapes that depict something you don't recognize, maybe some sort of animal or structure. On it's pummel is a sharp, black polygon but you cannot decipher it's material; it is soft, but not malleable. Looking closer at it, it also has various, tiny marks and holes. With it is a sheath of similar quality and making. [[Leave]]

You leave the dead wind behind. [[Standing in a grey plain]]

You feel all the pain fade away until you feel torpid, and still you feel a variety of processes oniric and pulsating inside of you that go seemingly forever but nevertheless last very quickly. You know what this, inside of you, yet you fear it: it bellows and moans in dark curvaceous shapes of colors violent and putrid. You retch: the air is so thick with a rotten stink, like a burning of old and fresh corpses from an entire city, dead; and like fermentating fruit left in the sun, eaten by flies, so old themselves they are almost tortured: it's like it has stabbed your gut and drawn you out for all the world to see. A cold so alien to you bites at your extremities, yet a heat pulls you back, making you sick. An old voice, like the voice of God himself, thunders you a command: - "Awaken! Your time is not over yet!" [[Center yourself]]

The glow of the fire below, below the endless stairways that flew onto alcoves and ramps and holes into more endless hallways and passages, you saw them from beyond the weird-hide curtains that cut the sheen of the fire only barely, you saw these man-babies of pitchblack skin, dark as night, dotted with purple patches and tiger-like stripes; they saved you, you think. They spoke in croaks and made no much sense. They bore spears of bone and nothing else, so they were nude, but had shriveled genitals and the women had no bosoms. You tried to leave but you realized you were bound to the ground by thick ropes. One of them came up to you. This one had the biggest forehead of them, painted in gold and other luxurious colours. He was as tall as you when sitting, frail and thin. He croaked. - "You!" you heard some voice inside your skull, much like a babe's grave tone but like underwater, drifting and bubbling "What are you? You are not one of our own..." The gash in your chest itched but did not hurt. How? You tried to answer with your own voice but you could only reply to yourself, yet you know the leader heard it: [["I don't know"]] [["Let me free!"]]<<if visited("Shout at the wind")>> <</if>>

And the room was quiet. -"I don't know! " you cried "I do not know where I am or what happened here, or what kind of creatures are you that hold me captive so!" The creatures were clearly estranged by your response. Then they started talking amongst themselves. A cacophony of garbled cries shook the room until it reached it's conclusion: -"We found you with this, stranger. Where did you get it?" -"From a living gust. It told me to kill the Orb, Oghjda" An upheaval commenced, but they were not the same: they were surprised, but clearly happy. -"The wind has given you the Sword of Slaying!" cheered the chief " [[Unsheathe the blade]]

You see that the ways west and east is blocked by some mountains. You can only go North or South. You stand in this dreary place. Now where shall you go? You musn't wait long. <<if not visited("Shout at the wind")>> The winds cackles at you restlessly. [[Shout at the wind]] <</if>> [[Look down your oubliette]] [[Wander North]] [[Wander South]] [[Look at the sky]] <<if not visited("Death")>> [[Wait]] <</if>>

-"Only if you tell us what you are!" it spoke "What kind of creature are you that we have never seen before?" -"I don't know! " you cried "I do not know where I am or what happened here, or what kind of creatures are you that hold me captive so!" The garbled croaks from the group were startling. Like a nursery in the middle of a storm; you knew not what they were crying about, but you knew it was important. But you pondered the chief words: What were you? You were not alike anything you've seen in this land, like you'll never fit here. Still, why were you the only one here? Were you special? And why did you know some things but not others? You almost began to lose yourself thinking about the things you know, and how they don't even fit, but the chief spoke: -"We have decided. You, whatever you are, shall leave! Leave and never speak of us, and never return, and never even think of us!" he croaked firmly "I say that is for the best, for all of us." [["But I must know what I am!"]] [["Agreed..."]]

As you sip the liquid you realize too late that the liquid is pure muck! You try to spit it out but you can't get it out of your throat: it coats it in a layer that you feel goes up right into your whole body. You've drank some sort of evil oil! You choke to death. [[Death]]

You have wandered too far north it seems, for when you see it the swamp's muddy land is wholly consumed by the water; it's sheen hurting your eyes. You see now that you are in a cemetery of creatures; those who have had the misfortune of being eaten by this shiny, rainbow liquid. You see ancient dead things of shapes crass and brutal, of black bone eaten by the teeth of the sun. Of malformed sunken heads pointy and beaked that bite the sky and bones that eat the ground. Of dead legs walking still that wish they had lived to escape; you are smitten with fear! A gurgle coming from the darkness of the bones, but it is way too late, by the time you react you only see a wicked claw of some beast tearing at you. //if met warrior// [[Wake up]]

You prepare camp

[[Unsheathe the blade]]

You stop for a moment to look a the sky, the sand at your feet swarming you. You see large primitive shapes of various colors swamped by gas; circles, lines squares, almost like they were drawn there by some God. That in his days he wished for better things than what you can touch. set against the backdrop of the mountains is the sun. Wholly to big it tears waves amongst the Earth. But maybe this is that God's cruelty? You do not understand this land, what happened here? You feel that you know some of the answers plotting around your head, but you're not sure if they are correct. [[Standing in a grey plain]]

You open your eyes... [[Oubliette]]