Doom of Ludi'Chrysia

You are in a dungeon. Surprise! (if: $class is "mage")[Your super special arcane senses tell you it's ](if: $class is "war" or "rogue")[It's ]pretty dank in here. There's a couple of torches on the wall. They're burning, so maybe some dungeon keeper is switching them out every few hours. Maybe you'll get to meet them! [[Inventory1<-Look at your inventory]] [[Dark corridor<-There's a corridor to your left and it smells gnarly.]] [[Take a moment to reconsider your career in adventuring.|Gloom]] (set: $hp to 30) (if: $class is "war")[(set: $hp to it + 5)] (if: $class is "mage")[(set: $hp to it - 5)] (if: $class is "rogue")[(set: $hp to it - 2)] (if: $race is "orc")[(set: $hp to it + 5)] (if: $race is "elf")[(set: $hp to it - 3)]

It smells like decaying matter.(if: $race is "orc")[Being an orc, this doesn't particularly bother you. Human cities smell generally gross, and after a while all the bad smells start to lose their unique properties.] (if: $bg is "sol")[You've smelled worse, though.] The corridor is fairly narrow, and there are claw marks on the walls. Upon closer inspection, you decide they must be fake. It's all way too cliché for the dungeon's first level. [[Event<-Keep going.]]

(if: $bg is "sol")[(set: $coins to 15)You have $coins gold coins. The military paid okay, but you spend way too much money drinking with your comrades.] (if: $bg is "herm")[(set: $coins to 5)You have $coins gold coins. Not a lot. You sold a few animal skins in town, but winter hit hard. Unlike some city slickers, though, you've got some naturalist skills on your side.] (if: $bg is "cut")[(set: $coins to 10)You have $coins gold coins, creatively sourced. You like to kiss them when you're alone. (You're often alone...)] (if: $class is "war")[You've got a great big sword and a teeny-weeny shield. They've both seen better days. I hope you're not compensating for anything.] (if: $class is "rogue")[You're carrying two nasty little cheese knives and a wheel of aged camembert. You may have stolen the cheese.] (if: $class is "mage")[You're carrying some cooked pasta noodles. Oh, nevermind, that's your wand. It's weirldy floppy.] ["What about my armour?"]<armour| (click-append: ?armour)[ You have none. You're naked. The spiders are laughing at you.] [[B<-Okay, okay, let's get to adventuring.]]

Listen, you chose a life of excitement and near-death-experiences. Maybe it's gold, maybe it's reckless heroism, but something got you here. At least you don't work as a dungeon keeper. How does that even work? How are they paid? Do they just get to take the gold off of adventurer corpses? [[I guess it's not that bad...|B]]

You come across a corpse. How pleasant! The corpse is encircled by a ring of flower petals. Looking closer, the victim seems to have been a fellow adventurer, maybe a $race $class? Well that combination should pretty much expect to fail. (if: $bg is "herm")[[Say a prayer.]<lk| (click-replace: ?lk)[Your spiritual connection is too weak down here.]] [[Loot the corpse|But keep going.]]

You pick up 5 gold, some mouldy bread, and a crumpled, bloodstained note. That note could be important!(set: $coins to it + 5) Read the note. (click-replace: "Read the note.")[ (if: $race is "elf")[As an elf, you recognize the language as that of the ancient kingdom of Doomidia! You read it out loud, for theatrical effect: (font: "Papyrus")[He is here. Down below. We can feel him. Otyea's nightmares have grown worse as we approach. Somi bleeds(?). This one feels cold. This one is too craven to speak as long as the sotedin (noooo idea) remains. He can feel us too. This one is sure of it. Nefente awaits...] [[A presence condenses in the corridor...|J2]] ](else:)[Letters! Words! But you can't read them... Well, you can't understand them. You can still read them. Out loud. Nothing will go wrong if you do that! You clear your throat and begin. (font: "Papyrus")[heweng de sutsivi tes du otyea uo heweng somi du fiyos ri'oseape sei veku soang ket kiru sotedin re heweng de sei'ka re wutrea detyav nefente...]] [[A presence condenses in the corridor...|J]] ]

Sorry about that. [[B<-Try again?]]

Welcome to the crazy world of fantasy violence, Ludi'Chrysia! Choose your player's race! [[CCHuman<-I want to be Human, duh.]] [[CCElf<-Beauty, grace, Miss United States... I choose Elf!]] [[CCOrc<-Let's Orc this dungeon!]]

This dungeon is gonna be full of skulls, don't worry. ;) (set: $class to "war") Choose your upbringing! [[CCSol<-I want some class, some pinache, some flair.]] [[CCHerm<-I like dogs and so does my character. Dogs over people.]] [[CCCut<-You know what's sexy? Survivalists.]]

Orc really is a verb, isn't it? (set: $race to "orc") Choose your class! [[CCWar<-Let's split some skullzzzz, I'm gonna be a warrior!]] [[CCRog<-Gotta be sneaky, sleuthy, rogue-y...]] [[CCMage<-I want to bend reality like a wet noodle!]]

You're soooo tallllll! (set: $race to "elf") Choose your class! [[CCWar<-Let's split some skullzzzz, I'm gonna be a warrior!]] [[CCRog<-Gotta be sneaky, sleuthy, rogue-y...]] [[CCMage<-I want to bend reality like a wet noodle!]]

Write what you know, eh? No judgement here. (set: $race to "human") Choose your class! [[CCWar<-Let's split some skullzzzz, I'm gonna be a warrior!]] [[CCRog<-Gotta be sneaky, sleuthy, rogue-y...]] [[CCMage<-I want to bend reality like a wet noodle!]]

If you cover yourself in butter you may get a stealth bonus. (set: $class to "rogue") Choose your upbringing! [[CCSol<-I want some class, some pinache, some flair.]] [[CCHerm<-I like dogs and so does my character. Dogs over people.]] [[CCCut<-You know what's sexy? Survivalists.]]

Note to self: let players spaghettify goblins. (set: $class to "mage") Choose your upbringing! [[CCSol<-I want some class, some pinache, some flair.]] [[CCHerm<-I like dogs and so does my character. Dogs over people.]] [[CCCut<-You know what's sexy? Survivalists.]]

Yeah, I like that too! So you're willing to do what needs to be done to survive. (set: $bg to "cut") You didn't grow up with money, and you've had to be playful with the law to get by. Morals are silly little strings other people get tangled up in, but not you, there are no strings on you! [[B<-Alright, you're ready to adventure!]]

Who doesn't love dogs? (set: $bg to "herm") You took it to the extreme. Like, "extreme misanthrope" level. You were raised by wolves, and remained a hermity recluse your whole life. Adventuring isn't new to you. Dungeons are, though. [[B<-Alright, you're ready to adventure!]]

Lucky you! You grew up in a well-to-do family! (set: $bg to "sol") But wait! There's more! Your family maintains its status through military service. You joined the nation's legions when you came of age. It was... an experience. Adventure was part of army life, but you were never alone. [[B<-Alright, you're ready to adventure!]]

(if: $hp<20)[You've cut a few scratches. If you had friends, they'd think they were cool.] (if: $hp<15)[You've taken a couple of hits. And brain cells.] (if: $hp<10)[Hey, blood! Oh... you've lost quite a bit.] (if: $hp<5)[I'm surprised you're still standing. You need to do something about this whole near-death thing.] (if: $hp<3)[You are very close to death. I'm getting nervous over here.] (if: $hp<1)[You are, officially, dead.]

(set: $shudder to (transition: "shudder") + (transition-time: 2s)) (click: "Roll")[You rolled a (text-colour:yellow)[$shudder[(print:$roll)]]

The flower petals on the floor rise into the air and form the outline of a humanoid, it is taller than you, though it hunches over, trembling. It speaks the incomprehensible language without tongue, without throat. You step back, and it stops speaking. Cold air grips your shoulders and the creature begins again in your language: (text-colour: purple)[(font: "Papyrus")[He is here. Down below. We can feel him. Otyea's nightmares grow unbearble. Somi is fading. This one feels cold. This one is too craven to speak as long as the sotedin watches. He can feel us too. This one is sure of it. Nefente awaits...]] It awaits some response. Empty eyes watch. [["Who is Otyea?"|Ot]](set: $ot to false) [["Who is Somi?"|Som]](set: $som to false) [["Who is Nefente?"|Nef]]

The flower petals on the floor rise into the air and form the outline of a humanoid, it is taller than you, though it hunches over, trembling. It awaits some response. Empty eyes watch. [["Who is Otyea?"|Ot]](set: $ot to false) [["Who is Somi?"|Som]](set: $som to false) [["Who is Nefente?"|Nef]]

It sags in on itself, like wet, heavy fabric.(set: $ot to true) (text-colour: purple)[(font: "Papyrus")[This one, once. How long ago? How much longer? We have failed to stop the doom. You will understand.]] (if: $som is false)[[["Who is Somi?"|Som]]] [["Who is Nefente?"|Nef]]

The wraith shudders, twists, swirls. You may have touched a nerve. (text-colour: purple)[(font: "Papyrus")[Endings, all. Endingsssss.]] The wraith begins screaming (text-colour: purple)[(font: "Papyrus")[NEFENTE CAN YOU HEAR US?!]] The wraith is very loud. You hear chittering, rumbling, and clanking come from the dungeon. It's screams are attracting a monster! [[Here it comes!|F]]

The wraith bristles, looks farther down the dark corridor. How can a mass of petals look so forlorn? (set: $som to true) (text-colour: purple)[(font: "Papyrus")[Faded, once. Precious, once. We came with such conviction... So many horizons, fields, flowers.]] It flexes a vague hand, studies its own petals. You realize this was no $race. (if: $ot is false)[[["Who is Otyea?"|Ot]]] [["Who is Nefente?"|Nef]]

A goblin appears! It it wearing a whole bunch of pots, pans, and pieces of rotted armour. It's rusty little cleaver looks like tetanus on a stick... (set: $mhp to 10) [[It prepares to attack!|Monster]]

(set: _ma to (either: 0, 1, 2)) (if: _ma is 0)[The goblin catches you off guard, sneaking in a swipe of its cleaver! You take 2 damage! (set: $hp to $hp - 2) (if: $hp < 1)[ You are [[dead]]! ] ] (if: _ma is 1)[The goblin swings its cleaver at you in a frenzy! You take 3 damage! (set: $hp to $hp - 3) (if: $hp < 1)[ You are [[dead]]! ] ] (if: _ma is 2)[The goblin is a clumsy fool, and swings wide! You're safe! (if: $hp < 1)[ You are [[dead]]! ] ] Your current health is $hp. (if: $hp>0)[[[Fight back!|Fight!]]]

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(set: _pa to (either: 0, 1, 2)) (if: _pa is 0)[(if: $class is "war")[Amazing! You swing a mighty blow with your big sword and cut deep into the goblin. You follow it up with a shield bash to rub salt in the wound. The goblin takes a whopping 5 damage!] (if: $class is "mage")[Zounds! You're flaccid wand turns into a brilliant rod of light, and lightning arcs from its tip to electrocute the goblin! You look pretty cool right now, and the goblin takes a whopping 5 damage!] (if: $class is "rogue")[Kapow! You twirl your little cheese knives like twin windmills of cheesy death, and then slash the pudgy goblin twice with each blade! The goblin takes a whopping 5 damage!] (set: $mhp to it - 5)] (if: _pa is 1)[(if: $class is "war")[You chop at the goblin with your blade, just getting between two plates of makeshift armour! The goblin takes 3 damage.] (if: $class is "mage")[You channel energy into your wand and manage a spurt of fire. It cascades over the goblin and manages to get past some of its armour! The goblin takes 3 damage.] (if: $class is "rogue")[With some fancy footwork you get in close and manage a slice and a dice! The goblin takes 3 damage.] (set: $mhp to it - 3)] (if: _pa is 2)[(if: $class is "war")[You try a jump, spin, and swing with your sword but it ends with you hitting the stone walls. Better luck next time?] (if: $class is "mage")[You muster up some arcane babble and flick your flaccid wand! Nothing happens, you should have studied more!] (if: $class is "rogue")[You do fancy knife tricks to throw the goblin off, but you slip on some dungeon excrement and drop your knives. It's embarrassing.]] (if: $mhp>0)[[[The goblin prepares to strike again!|Monster]]] (if: $mhp<1)[[[You did it! The beast is dead!|Con]]]

Your first dungeon battle! Congratulations! (if: $hp<20)[You've cut a few scratches. If you had friends, they'd think they were cool.] (if: $hp<15)[You've taken a couple of hits. And brain cells.] (if: $hp<10)[Hey, blood! Oh... you've lost quite a bit.] (if: $hp<5)[I'm surprised you're still standing. You need to do something about this whole near-death thing.] (if: $hp<3)[You are very close to death. I'm getting nervous over here.] Unfortunately I only wrote to here, but hey, you still did great! You can go to the beginning and try a different character if you want. [[Reset the game|CC]]