Three hundred years ago, the Covens fell. Sovereign institutions of magick that had stood for a millenia, laid low by the Hounds of Víla, a viscous order of witch hunters that arose in the wake of the great tragedy at Mírgrave.
What witches survived took to the forests and mountains, scattering, forsaking bonds long held in the hopes of surviving. A brave few settled at the fringes of society, as apothecaries and wisefolk, eking out what meager lives they could.
Your mother is one such witch, the farmers nearby willing to look the other way in return for services only she can provide. This isolated existence was lonely, of course, but for love, at least, you never wanted. Until the Hounds caught wind of a hedge witch.
Your home is gone, your mother missing. Your only option is to run and hope to outpace the Hounds on your trail or bite back.
Customizable MC, from gender to appearance
Choose a familiar to join you on your journey
Romance your companions (or don’t!)
Kestrel: he/they
A Hound. He and his mentor destroyed your home. Prickly and hard to read, they spared you for a reason, you just don’t know why.
Appearance: Average height, with an athletic build. Tawny skin and hazel eyes with softly curled, ear length brown hair.
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Emery: she/her
The daughter of an innkeeper. She agrees to hide you while you figure out what to do next, on the condition that you take her with you. Insatiably curious. She wears her heart on her sleeve.
Appearance: Tall and chubby with pale, densely freckled skin. Shoulder length, frizzy red hair and large brown eyes.
TBA
The game is written in Twine and will be posted on itch.io.
This is my first time writing IF. Criticism is welcomed!
I'm already a slow writer but gonna be headed back to university soon, there goes what meager helpings of mental stability I've scrounged up since graduating. This will either make me write more as a means to avoid school work, or recook my burnt out brain all over again. Only time can tell :]
You are the first child of the Florinius family, your birth had predestined you to become the next ruler of H'afeara. But it has been ten long years since the war between the Empire of Aea had declared war upon your home. Ten years fighting to keep your kingdom’s independence- for your chance to rule- only for it to ripped away from you. And it’s your own fault.
You had one more charge to lead against Aean forces, and you had lost that battle. Losing was no stranger to you, but none had been thorough and devastating. This loss had ended with you being taken as a prisoner of war, and the end of the war soon followed.
Now you are “free”, a welcomed “guest” in the Aean court. Being executed would have been a fairer fate.
[court intrigue, romance, mystery, slice of life elments ]
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This side project is still in the planning stage, and things will be slow to come.
[Demo: TBA]
in progress…
- Semi Customizable MC (personality will be semi set)
- Make friends, enemies, maybe lovers? Still deciding who gets to be an RO
- Decide how you navigate life in a foreign court
- under construction
Keep reading
DEMO [To be announced...]
Finally, I look up at the looming prison ahead of me. High, black-stoned walls are covered in ice and snow while two high spires jut into the clouds on the farthest corners. It’s huge, and seems to go on forever- but that thought only makes me tremble in fear. An endless place of pain and torture, and we are walking right towards it…
The gates slowly open, metal screeching and clunking as the frozen chains work to pull the heavy iron. There are 6 guards lined up outside the gates, their hands on their weapons as if any of us would try and step out of line.
We all shamble into the outer courtyard; the centerpiece, of which, is a dark gray statue of the twin Goddess and God, Ruka and Rune. They stare down at us with matching expressions of hardened acceptance… an acceptance that we defiled their world with use of magic, that which only they can use.
You were ripped away from your home, your life- all because you were accused of using magic. Sent away on carriages, bursting full of others like you, being brought to Kenneski Prison. It’s a prison made specifically to hold those that can wield magic, making it so you are powerless. It’s a death sentence for most that go there.
But not for you.
[[Kenneski is an 18+ interactive fiction that takes place in an ancient, fantasy world. Content warnings will be available before each chapter.]]
In this IF, you can find...
Customizable MC; including name, pronouns, appearance, and more.
4 [?] ROs
Mysteries about the world, some of which you can help solve
A prison escape! Whether it's successful or not is depending on your choices...
Multiple endings, many branching paths, and choices that are life or death.
Fantasy religion, fantasy politics... all that fun stuff
Romantic options...
Halson ‘Hal’ Bennett [Male] 29 years old Height- 6’2’’ Eye/c- Icy blue Hair/c- Dark brown INFO- Hal is not only known for being a magic user- but one who uses dark magic. More specifically, necromancy. He is from a noble family, and it is definitely strange that his family didn't bother with the accusations against him. He claims there was a reason he was learning about necromancy, but he never actually performed any of its rituals. He is kind, but can sometimes have an ‘air of nobility’ about himself, and he seems to be rather useless when it comes to knowledge about some everyday things. [Like- things that his servants usually did for him.]
Sazora Clarano [Female] 25 years old Height- 5’5’’ Eye/c- Dark brown- glows white/lavender when she uses her magic Hair/c- Black INFO- Sazora is a thief from the major city of Evandore. She belongs to a guild of thieves named The Fulgur Clan. She was caught when a heist went wrong, and she was caught while using her speciality- lightning magic. Although lightning magic is really difficult to control, she has somehow mastered it enough for it all to work in her favor. Until she’s collared at Kenneski prison. But her magic isn’t the only thing she’s mastered- she was a thief for a reason. She’s smart and cunning, sly like a fox, but she does sometimes let her temper get the best of her.
Roman Silok [Male] 24 years old Height- 6’5’’ Eye/c- Hazel Hair/c- Dusty blonde INFO- Roman is a guard at Kenneski Prison. He was forced to join the guard when he turned 18 by his father, when he refused to take on the family butcher business. He’s a kind soul, and doesn’t want to hurt anybody. He believes that what the Kenneski officials are doing to magic users is wrong, and wants to put a stop to it. He’s huge- both height and width wise because of his muscles. He’s very intimidating- until you get to know him, that is.
Nephinae Wylder [Female] 30 years old Height- 5’10’’ Eye/c- Amber Hair/c- Pale blonde INFO- Nephinae is one of the head magisters in Kenneski Prison. She’s rather daunting, tall and quiet and mysterious. Her father is the head priest of The Church, the same church that is imprisoning 'magic users'. And although she is technically walking in her father's footsteps, she wants to do what is right, knowing that what is happening to magic users is not it. There is something else about her, as well, something that tells you there is more you need to learn about her that you just aren’t able to in the prison.
??? [Male] ??? years old Height- ??? Eye/c- ??? Hair/c- ??? INFO- ???
??? [Nonbinary] ??? years old Height- ??? Eye/c- ??? Hair/c- ??? INFO- ???
Links...
DEMO [To be announced...]
KOFI
SPOTIFY PLAYLIST [No made yet...]
demo [tba]
dark fantasy, horror (?), romance
You are a minor deity of the Hunt, known by your followers as The Hunter, used by the other Higher Beings as The Hound. The All-Seeing Sun had given you countless tasks over your existence.
Yet one day, while on a mission sent out by him, you were summoned and judged for treason. The punishment left you mangled, your magic ripped off.
Cast away, you went into a deep sleep to recover.
After centuries you awoke to find your name spoken in whispers in the darkest nights. The Traitor. The world has changed, yet you still have true believers who await your awakening.
Will you be successful in your revenge? Will you be able to topple the gods or will you try to live in peace?
Features:
Play as male, female, nonbinary.
Your choices will affect the fate of your followers.
Befriend, romance or even antagonize a wide cast of characters.
Have a loyal shadowy companion by your side.
Astaroth [M]
"And to think I hated you. Now I can’t imagine living a single day without you.”
Your “other half”, attached to your psyche. He is content to stay in the backseat and offer comments. Tall and lean with gray skin. His face is sharp and angular, eyes with black sclera and white iris. Long black straight hair parted only by his antlers. His hands are black, tipped with long claws. The gradient loses color the closer it gets to his elbow. When he grins at you, you see beast-like teeth glinting in the light.
The Beloved Moon [F]
"That was the worst mistake I ever made. Please, I will do anything you want for you to forgive me.”
Moon has a curious interest in you. Since the moment she saw you, she had sought any chance to talk with you.
A short woman with deep blue skin and freckles that shine like stars. Her skin is shifting between deep blue and purple. She has a round face with full lips and a button nose. Round eyes with black sclera and bright blue iris stare at you with curiosity. Her long curly hair is white with pale blue streaks. Massive white feathered wings cover her back, sometimes used to cover her body like a cloak. Her smile might be gentle but the sharp fangs showed less so.
The Eternal Night [NB]
“I have turned a blind eye to the world far too long. I will no longer allow anything to happen to you.”
The Eternal Night is a distant person. Even more towards the other gods, yet for you they show a kinder side. They are tall and slender. Their sharp face is softened by full lips and expressive eyes. They have dark grey skin paired with stark white hair, that reaches their chin. The wavy strands frame their face nicely. Their eyes-- black sclera with crimson iris—are often covered by their mask. Massive black wings sprout from their back, and then the light catches the feathers right they look more blue than dark.
Santana [F/M]
"Why is it that every time I look at you I feel that I knew you for lifetimes? Why does my soul yearn for you?"
A priest you met in your past, a rather interesting person with a stubborn brand of kindness.
Tawny skin sprinkled with freckles. Golden hair is kept in a braid, far away from their face, yet a few strands escape and frame their heart-shaped face. Expressive eyes look at you, their blue gaze shining brightly.
They stand at an average height, donning the white and golden robes of the priests of Sun. Over that, they wear a chainmail.
You thought you lost them to the sands of time.
??? [F/M]
“Do you have any idea how long I prayed to see you, to hear your voice?”
Every day, they're slipping farther, their grip on the edge of the chasm growing fragile. Can you drag them back or will you shove them off?
In the world of Talea there are two main ways for humans to attain magic.
The most common way is to get bind your soul to an familiar. A familiar is an incomplete being of pure magic, their forms are unstable and will eventually fizzle out of existence like a spark of ember in the wind. You act as their host, anchoring them to you. In turn they become apart of you, and you are able to harness their magic. It is a great honor to be deemed worthy by an familiar, at least most people hope you and bound to one because it deemed you worthy. Regardless of the reason why you are bound to one, an familiar is a life long companion; aside from practice a large part of using this joint power is getting along with your familiar. The better the bond, the more stably you can use the magic. This is especially important if you are bound with a particularly powerful familiar.
The much rarer way is to be imbued with magic by a more powerful being. May it be dragons, nyms, the Aasha or perhaps even the Imowu themselves, magic acquired in this manner tends to be more wild and unpredictable and come with less than desirable side effects. It is also debated whether any human who acquires power in this way is still fully human after the fact.
There is a 'secret' third way though. A human carefully handcrafted by the gods themselves, birthed or torn apart and remade some time after; a human made in such a manner is something to be feared. As far as humanity knows this has happened only once, and the scars it had left on existence itself have still jot healed.
i did say within the week. here it is; the demo consists currently of only the prologue but will be updated chapter-by-chapter. link here.
🗡 about 9k words (~5k per playthrough)
🗡 customize de vhereste
🗡 get a hint of their backstory...
🗡 become accustomed to their manor and dull way of living, and
🗡 receive a letter (or two?) that disrupts that way of living.
🗡 to be reunited with a close friend
🗡to realize some very stressful things
🗡 maybe get those runes working again, or reignite that old fire?
TAKE MY SOUL is an 18+ IF game being written in Twine. It's a retelling of the famous story of Eros and Psyche, just... with a few new added twists and turns!
Your sisters married off quick, you didn't. It was hard, harder than necessary for your parents to marry you off. Everyone seemed to kneel at the presence of your beauty but ended up never wanting to stay long enough for something to form.
You were practically a trophy for rich nobles to flaunt around. Cupid had failed you with this one.
Until one night, you felt a prick at your side, a rush of cold air, and suddenly your life flipped upside down when your parents came back to the castle with upsetting news about the rest of your life (or maybe the end of it?)
Customize YOUR own Psyche! Play as female, male, non-binary; straight, bisexual, pansexual, gay; asexual, and even, touch-averse! What hobbies should you have? What beliefs? What religion?
Follow the way the myth is supposed to unfold, or break away and create what you think should happen. Who said the minor god needed to get the person?
Find love in Cupid, or maybe even their mom?
Play as quite literally, one of the most beautiful people roaming Earth
Deal with your two obnoxious older sisters who only want to flaunt their husbands in your face
Enrich yourself in a story filled with new paths at every page and a whole ton of flavor text!
Have the occasional switch of POV, with the starring guest of Aphrodite, the Orcale?, and even your own love interest
The god of love, albeit a minor one, but a god nonetheless. You've never seen them, as Eros likes to stay hidden whilst casting their arrows. But, from what your tutors teach you, they have these massive angel wings that preen out whenever they get into something mischievous. Cloth wraps around their naked body, Eros doesn't leave much to the imagination. However, in some readings, Eros is depicted as a female with hip-length black hair, while in others, the male version likes to keep it cropped and out of his way.
this is a draft! more romances may be introduced in the future, but currently, im sticking with Eros
DEMO COMING MAY 2ND!
So sad, been trying to remember an IF I read a while back but cannot for the life of me find it. I just remember it was cyberpunk (probably), and you might have played as a mercenary type person. You were sent to kill some guy named Chris, who's your boss' brother I think, but Chris is also an RO. Pretty sure there was a hacking in net space moment with a girl who lowkey blackmailed you, and a super important box involved somehow.
Man, I just miss Chris. He was do funny, wtf 😔
Something is tripping me up whenever I sit down to write for my projects :/. Writing is hard for me but a couple weeks ago I sat down and spat out a 13 page doc on my latest dnd character's backstory in one sitting. So theoretically, if I get into the right groove to start I could yammer on for forever. But I get into the groove to work on an if, brain goes caput after a couple lines. I'm not even aiming for 13 pages, just a paragraph would be good enough but nothing. Even worldbuilding, my fave part, gets swept into the brain fog.
Idk, maybe I should start giving less of a fuck about quality. But I don't know how much I ever cared for that in the first place. Maybe it's the writing in 2nd person is messing with me? I certainly don't think in 2nd person.
Idk
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Hik | They/Them | Aspiring IF writer, we're workshopping stuff rn | Expect project related art now and again
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