I'm getting excited for DG2.
So I'm going to offer a little teaser. The backstory to DG2.
When I died, I expected to enter the Golden Halls of the Stonemaker and take my place among my ancestors. I expected feasts and fine ale for all eternity as my reward for my tireless crusade against the demons that threatened the world. Instead, as I stood before the Eternal Gate, I discovered that it had been closed. Around me were dozens of citizens of Deathgate, all people I had known from my reign, also barred from entering the Golden Halls.
We had been forsaken.
The Stonemaker had deemed us tainted by the demons; he would not let our unclean souls reside inside his Golden Halls. In our attempt to save our people, we had damned our souls. But we found, worse still, we couldn’t stay in front of the Eternal Gate. The Stonemaker would not accept us dwelling in sight of his Golden Halls. He cast us out, into the Abyss.
Into that horrible… cold, black void…
Emptiness.
There was nothing! No light, no real sound, and no sensations.
Nothing but our own thoughts and the mental screams of our brothers!
But as we languished, we found him, the end to our lament.
He, the black formless mass from the void, told us that he had been watching the inhabitants of Deathgate. And he offered us a deal, an escape.
Through him, we found salvation. He taught us to escape the void and to return to the world of the living. We learned to possess the bodies of living dwarves and, in exchange for their souls, we could take their bodies as our own. Alas our skills were imperfect; many times we would forget ourselves after taking a new body; only in death would our memories return to us. While we wanted to ensure our immortality and avoid the Abyss forever, we could never make the preparations we needed.
And worst of all, each time we died and we’re forced to take another body, our souls became further tainted; becoming further divorced from the dwarves we had once been. Despite the price, it meant avoiding that terrible fate of the Abyss…
But then Deathgate fell, and the last of our race was snuffed out. When the dwarves died, we were cast off into the Abyss once more. Forever trapped there, unable to do anything but rage against the endless night. We were unable steal the bodies of other races; we were trapped, every last one of us.
I don’t know how long we were remained in that void. A day, a year, a century? Time has no meaning in the Abyss. But during that time, I changed.
I went insane. With no stimuli for my mind, I lost all sense of self. My memories merged with those belonging to the bodies I had possessed. My subconscious and my conscious mind slowly dissolved into one; my being expanded outwards. Over time, I grew hungry for meaning, for purpose, and so I began to consume the souls of the humans to sate my desire. I was not alone in this, several of my other brethren followed suit. Through our hunger, we became powerful, the world became visible in ours mind’s eye, and we learned the secrets of the Abyss. Yet we remained unsatisfied. Although we held knowledge and power, we were still trapped in the void. And since the Abyss was immutable, we could never bend it to our will. For all our power, we were could do nothing but toy with the humans and feast upon their straying souls.
But then I felt the souls of dwarves.
Not those of my brethren, these souls were still untouched by the taint that had damned us here. I could feel them beyond the veil of the Abyss, beyond the world we knew. It wasn’t just one or two souls; no, It thousands of them.
My salvation, my brethren’s salvation from this foul Abyss
I had found it, a new world ripe for the conquest, and a way to give my brethren form once more.
I plunged through the black veil and let my eyes view the new world.
It's a little rough still, but it should show the gist.
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Topic: Deathgate - And We Must Scream (Finished Succession Game) (Read 865340 times)