DARK DESCENT
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-IMMEDIATE WARNINGS-
Characters will die a lot.
Missions will fail a lot.
Every step of forward momentum will feel like two steps back.
This quest will be true to the spirit and style of Darkest Dungeon.
In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings.
-The Ancestor
The Letter came as a surprise to you, living in the finery of the capital. Your father and your grandmother, self-exiled from the family Estate, have lived on the generous stipend sent from your great-grandfather for as long as you've lived. To you, Great-Grandfather Daedalus was an eternal monolith, a looming, immortal benefactor. To your father and grandmother, he was an unspoken stain, a faux pas in an otherwise unblemished family history.
Obsessed with the strange and unnatural, your father would often be sent letters of request, threatening a cut-off of funds if your father couldn't provide him with a stream of curios, knick-knacks, and, occasionally, desperate and hopeless poor, in seek of steady pay.
But all that was now at an end. On the same day as your father's final breath, The Letter arrived by coach.
My descendant, my final hope,
I write this letter in a fleeting moment of sanity, and horrified hindsight. For countless years I have embraced the wanton indulgence of my mind and flesh, sought dreadful artifacts and forbidden secrets, in the vain hope to find some enlightenment, some purpose beyond the ephemeralities of the corporeal and the rigid divines. I was a fool.
In these waning hours of mine, with my mind a jumble of a lifetime's regrets, I seek absolution, I seek repentance. I write this letter a dying man who spent his life trying to see, only to realize he was clearest when he cared not for such things. I bequeath to you the estate of our shared ancestry and storied past, as well as the ancient oath I had forsworn in brashness and youth.
There shall be no more transmission of funds or goods. You must return to our estate, you must right what I have made so frightfully wrong.
Final Regards,
Daedalus Valoth
You are:
[] [Name] Write-in
[] [Sex] Male or Female
[] [Appearance] An image (spoilered, please) given a title in the vote line, or your best approximation in words
[] [Estate] Samsara is an old place...
of the ancient and storied House Valoth. A scion of the House, you have never known your noble birthright by sight, nor it's previous lord, your Ancestor, in all your twenty years of life. Instead you spent your time in the capital,
[] [Background] Navigating the courts and balls of the capital's socialites and nobility - You know a thing or two about dealing with others of your new station, and have even managed to make a few friends among the courts of high society.
(The Noble Class is devious and clever, an expert manipulator and schemer in battle. Brings a Man-at-Arms as a retainer)
[] [Background] Fighting in the drill yards and ranges - You were raised to be a stoic soldier of the realm Athaera, and years of mock-battle have trained your body to excellence.
(The Warlord Class is a god of battle, armed with skills and tactics only the most dedicated could hope to master. Brings a Highwayman as a retainer)
[] [Background] Cloistered among the priests of the divines - You are devout and stout of faith, favored enough to know a few holy chants and divine rebuttals against the dark.
(The Devout Class is a powerful channel for the Divine and the Light, able to heal and smite in equal measure. Brings a Halberdier as a retainer)
[] [Background] Hidden among the books and scrolls - Feared by your own father and accursed by your grandmother, you were born with a thirst for understanding rivaled only by your shameful ancestor. Unlike that imperious figure, however, yours are not driven by helpless addiction, but determination and an unknowable sense of purpose.
(The Seeker Class is possessed of a great deal of True Knowledge and fortitude of self, and bears more than a few contracts with lesser outsiders. Brings a Crusader as a retainer)
As you sit in the stagecoach that rattles along the old highway to your family's home, you ruminate...
[] [Difficulty] On the nature of your family's heroic appointment of the Estate in ages past. (Easy)
(This difficulty will add resistance, dodge, and crit to your heroes)
[] [Difficulty] On the turgid past of your line, frought with tales of weak-willed sons and daughters. (Difficult)
(This difficulty will be roughly in line with the common Darkest Dungeon experience, with my own personal spin on the underlying story)
[] [Difficulty] On the contents of The Letter, and what things your Ancestor regrets. (Darkest)
(This difficulty is on par with the Stygian Difficulty in terms of sheer challenge without the time limit, with increased stress gain, increased enemy crit and dodge, less chance of positive town events, fewer purely positive narrative events, and a modified, darker twist on the story of House Samsara you might be familiar with from the previous quest)