The Exile

The Exile is a dark fantasy all-text interactive-fiction game written on Twine that is currently in development. It is currently being re-written and ported over from Choicescript. This demo only includes Chapter 1 but will be written to match the original game demo's length of five chapters. You can find the original demo here.

This is a story about people and the choices they make- it explores complicated morals and will present you with countless choices, many of which have lasting implications on the realm and the people around you. Every opinion you have, every insult made, can come back to haunt you, or help you, later in the game.

There are no punishments or rewards. Just consequences. 

This game is currently rated M (18+) due to graphic descriptions of violence, heavy and graphic gore, strong language, alcohol usage, sexual content, and heavy topics regarding war.

Total Word Count of Demo: 95k words

Synopsis

The gods abandoned the realm of Navara long ago— wykna, they were called. With them, they took their magic and their beliefs, leaving the realm to die a slow and pitiful death. Beasts of legend turned to mountains and sea water, living forests turned to graveyards of epic proportions. Without guidance, humans, magic-users, and mythosi were locked in a constant war for the simple right to exist.

You were the most feared soldier in all the land— the attack dog of Queen Marcelle and her beloved Kingdom of Plaithus. Your name was known by all— a hero to some, a killer to others. You were a weapon. A beast. Maybe it only made sense that you would snap one day.

One hundred lives, ten minutes: children, friends, family.

You don’t know why you did it. Hell— you can’t even remember how you did it. All you have are flickering, waning memories accompanied by an all-consuming guilt and paralyzing paranoia. 

You, my friend, are an exile— and there’s something so very deeply incredibly wrong with you.

Get it out.

Companions

Vethna Mevnrael (they/them)

Vethna hails from Vygrand-- otherwise known as the sworn rival land of your home country. Where you have been raised to resent most, if not all magic, they have been raised to thrive on it. You don't know much about them-- just that they're on the run from someone, something, powerful, and you're the only one who can protect them. That, and they have a whole lot of gold... almost as much as they have secrets.

Nikke Ivante (he/him)

Nikke has been sent to kill you or kidnap you-- you're not entirely sure which it is, and you don't intend to find out. He's crude and sarcastic and overall a brute. He doesn't seem to take his own life seriously, nonetheless yours, and you have no doubt he's going to capture you or die trying. Hell-- maybe he'll just kill you both while he's at it... you know, for fun.

Jost Ivante (she/her)

Jost is Nikke's identical twin sister-- and, if possible, she's twice as mean and just as rude. She's more ruthless than her brother, but she doesn't quite have the fighting power to back up her venom-laced threats and taunts. Nonetheless, she fights dirty, and if you want to beat her, you're going to have to be smart.

Amilia Von Clamile (she/her)

Amilia's a fae-- the very kind of mythosi you've been raised to fear and have spent most of your life killing. She's all smiles and nerves, but you see something else in her eyes, sometimes. Something cold. Something calculative. Everyone seems keen to turn a blind eye to her, but you know a liar when you see one... don't you?

Sabir Du Vaelas (he/him)

Sabir, otherwise known as The Silven Viper, Eye of Plaithus, used to be your charge. He's a politician-- one of the better ones, if such a thing exists. Your past together was volatile-- perhaps you were lovers, or friends, or enemies. Either way, he saved your life when you otherwise would've been put to death by the state, and you owe him thanks for that much.

Syfyn Javall (she/her)

Syfyn Javall, The Brazen Griffin, Second-in-Command to the Plaithian Army. She used to work beneath you once-- used to fight beside you and honor you both as a comrade and friend. You grew up together within the military. When you had nobody, you had each other. But then you betrayed her-- or maybe she betrayed you. You don't know who started what, but you do know that the blood is on both of your hands now.

It. (she/they/him)

You hear its voice sometimes, when it's quiet and you're alone. You try to tune it out. You try to ignore it. It forces you to remember things. To feel things. It's within you, wiggling and writhing, waiting for the right moment to attack. At times it feels predatory. At others, its presence is comforting-- protective and doting. It'll become whatever you want it to be. It'll become whatever you need it to be.

Art Credits: Judie Omais (Tumblr)
Patreon: @PheoWrites
Tumblr: @exilethegame (#exilethegame)