Hello. C J here. I've finally taken a chunk off the video game project I have that is small enough to work on now. I hope to have it done without needing to make the entirety of Regency and have every Regency card done. It's set in my setting's Hell. The main character is a wizard who needs something from the rulers of Hell. It's going to be an open world hack and slash with very little else besides fun combat and plot. I'm going to post a ton of script samples here. So far it's one of the most enjoyable scripts to type I've ever worked on. And I'm going to do everything I can to give it a PG rating at worst. It's not going to be horrible or violent. The samples should help explain that.
Oh, and our main character is an anthro lion with a cool sword. Enjoy!
Opening – The Duchy of Agony
Snow: Well.
Avira: Young one.
Mezeca: Look what.
Avran: We.
Celeb: Have.
Makelith: Here.
Dusk: And so the Watchers have spoken to me. I greet you.
Avran: Oh?
Snow: Young one.
Mezeca: You know.
Avran: Who.
Celeb: We.
Pashia: Are.
Snow: And tell.
Versa: Me.
Dissain: Young.
Krian: One.
Celeb: What.
Mezeca: Brings you.
Pashia: To our.
Avira: Domain?
Dusk: I wish to ask you a question.
Snow: Proper.
Celeb: Yes very proper.
Avran: Well you’re in.
Pashia: The right.
Avira: Place. The spell you.
Mezeca: Used was for.
Versa: That.
Snow: But I must.
Avran: Warn you.
Celeb: It won’t be.
Dissain: Easy.
Krian: You are in.
Celeb: A place we.
Versa: Like to.
Pashia: Call.
Snow: The Duchy of.
Avira: Agony.
Dusk: Good. Well then, what do I do?
Dissain: Climb to the top of.
Avira: All seven towers then.
Avran: Climb the central one.
Pashia: And you may.
Mezeca: Just receive.
Versa: An.
Krian: Answer.
Dusk: Well then. I have one request.
Celeb: Oh? And.
Snow: What would that.
Makelith: Be?
Dusk: Don’t go easy.
Laughter.
Snow Conversation One
Snow: Tell me young one, what is your name? I never did hear it.
Dusk: I know better than to give my name to one of the Watchers.
Snow: Oh? That old myth? Trust me there’s no magic in Creation that can take a person’s name from them.
Dusk: Not that I trust you.
Snow: Fine. What do I call you?
Dusk: Call me Dusk.
Snow: Very well.
Dusk: And your name I already know.
Snow: Oh? Well isn’t that a surprise. And?
Dusk: Lady Snow, Lady of Lust and Bearer of the Duchy of Iron.
Snow: My name! You know my actual name! That is a rare piece of knowledge there.
Dusk: And I also know that you love coffee more than you love your job. All the spellbooks agree.
Snow: Well, so, I mean, really, well. Fine. I like a good coffee. Now I am busy you know. Back to killing you.
Makelith Fight One
Dusk: Very well, Watcher, I have done as you stated. Grant me a request or leave me to find my way back.
Makelith: You’ve followed the steps well. I have chosen to be the one to grant you that request. Please tell me you don’t want to bring someone back from the dead. That is beyond even our power.
Dusk: No. I know that is the one thing you cannot do. My question is a smaller one. I lost a friend a long time ago. When I was young. They were a mage. They died old. I would rather not speak their name here in such dark a place. They are still there, though, right? Magic can’t touch a soul but, they’re still there? In Heaven? With the other gods?
Makelith: (Shouting.) What do you take us for, young one? Liars? Cheats? Frauds? We let the other gods take care of the souls we cannot save by bringing them here. I am the youngest of us here gods of this rank and we have nothing we can do to bring back the paradise we lose in ancient days. Did your books not speak on the Fall? How we the gods broke sacred Heaven and were exiled here to watch as the rest of them tried to fix our mistakes! Mock me not, young one. There is rest for all after the work of life is done. Do not question me again about this. I wish no more death! No more loss! We can’t save them. We can’t. We don’t even try anymore. It is out of our hands. Never speak of this again!
Dusk: I am sorry, then, that I asked. I understand that you Watcher are known to meddle and to be aloof and never to lie. You are the most honest of the gods because you’ll actually speak to one of us mortal beings. Your answer has steeled my heart. I wish to go home now.
Makelith: Stop crying, you pathetic fool. It mocks us such tears exist. We are not perfect! Do not fault us for having doubts!
Dusk: I fault you not, ancient one. I know only that my people have forgotten something. I am going back now.
Makelith: And how exactly do you expect to do that? You have no ritual tools or spellbooks on you.
Dusk: Did you think I actually came here? No. I’m not that foolish. This is a dream projection. My actual body is still back in my homeland. I stop concentrating and the spell will end.
Makelith: You, what? You deceived us!
Dusk: No. I just never told you the spell I used. I do thank you, ancient one. This has been most interesting.
Day One in Hell
Dusk: I wake up and, wait. Dear gods, no. I’m in Hell. I didn’t summon myself here. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I can’t be dead. Please let me not be dead!
Dusk walks outside of the house he woke up in.
Dusk: I know this place. This is the Duchy of Agony. I can hear the screams. Watchers? Watchers, if you can hear me, I need to know. Am I dead? Tell me!
Snow: Oh, thank the stars, Dusk! I found you. I’m sorry. We didn’t know what do to. You’re not dead.
Dusk: I’m not? Thank you. Why and how am I here?
Snow: Don’t worry. We pulled you out of a dream. You’re asleep now. We have eight years at most for you to be here. The other nine of us are doing the ritual. It’s time magic, ancient stuff. Good stuff. You will have one year here for each hour you sleep up to eight, then we take a break and you wake up no matter what.
Dusk: Why? You pulled me out of a dream? Why am I here?”
Snow: Something went wrong. Something we need help to fix. We know you’re the only mortal who never lied to us in your time here. We need you. Walk down the hill and into the city centre. I’ll explain more there.
Dusk: Okay, fine.
Snow: And Dusk, be careful. You might need that sword of yours.
More soon!
C J Mcpherson
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