A WIP featuring puzzles, secrets, new monsters, items, and (hopefully) the spirit of the original.
File: [not yet released]
Teaser Trailer: click here
- A beta-tested, bug-free experience! (with a special "Thank You" to Ancylus and Mahric!)
A complete game, with intro, outro, and a plot that features hundreds of lines of original dialogue, NPC backstories and random pop cultural references.
Progressive gameplay (simple at the start, with more puzzles, secrets, and combat the deeper in you go).
An estimated 12-15 hours of game time (maybe longer, depending on if you're a collector of secrets)
Approximately 80-100 secrets.
All character builds are supported.
- Illusory Walls
Custom alcoves, by myself and Neikun.
Temple Wall Grate by Neikun
Batty's Ceiling Lanterns.
Lark's exploding crates.
Merethif's Throwing Hammers.
New Shields by Merethif.
New Tomes designed by Ixnatifual.
Montis' Custom Lighting.
Skuggasveinn's Breakable Walls (from his "Flooded Dungeon")
Skuggasveinn's Secret Doors
Decorative Beds by scorp29.
Cougardod's Practice Dummy.
Asteroth's Rusty Cage and Pile O' Guts
Daniv's Deep Temple Wallset.
Asteroth's Corrupt Wallset.
Phitt's "Cozy Dungeons" assets (table, chairs, bookshelves).
New Books by Mutman.
Germanny's equally cozy dungeon assets (bed, square table, carpets, desk (also by Buzzj))\
Custom locks and Keys by Germanny
John Wordsworth's QuickBar and Notebook
Paper Notes by Wanderer
(All monster stats (HP, EXP, sight, attacks, resistances, et. al., have been modified for use in this mod.)
- The Stone Ogre, by myself.
Two new types of Slimes (monsters) designed by Neikun.
The Slug (monster), designed by Wallasaurus.
The Shadow Archer, designed by Neikun.
The Slugomorg, designed by Leki.
Skeletal Warrior (with sword and shield), by Leki
Mini-Spider, by Xanathar
- Party_Blocker scripts by Alcator
"Tippy Toe" script by Xanathar
"What's that, you say?" asks one of your companions at the table.
"Slaves," you answer. "The band. They're all enslaved subterranean creatures. Should've been killed. They'd just as soon throw those poison darts they love so much at us as look at us."
"True, but they play a helluva tune," comes the reply.
"And while I'm on the subject," you announce, feeling the ale kick in, "what's the deal with these lantern thingys?"
Your companions roll their eyes at each other, but remain quiet.
" 'Spossed to be safer? Bah. Give me a good old torch, any day. People are spoiled these days." You flip your mug, now empty, upside down on the table.
One of your companions nudges you with an elbow and nods in the direction of the bar, where a man even more obnoxious and loud than you is making his own feelings known.
"Isss not right!" he slurs. You notice other patrons gathering around him. "Why should their shity be bigger than oursh? They're not even human, for Toorum'sh shake!"
Your interest peaked, you wave to the bar wench for more ale as you struggle to focus on the man as he continues his rant.
"I shay kill 'em all!" He suddenly crouches down on his stool, his voice a loud stage whisper, although you're certain he thinks he's being conspiratorially quiet. "They shay theresh a ton of loot in there. How come no one ever inveshtigatesh?"
One of your companions leans toward you and says, "You know, maybe we should get in on this action, before someone else does. This guy sounds like he's recruiting."
"For what?" you ask.
"I dunno. Just a thought." Your companion leans back. "Wonder if there's any magic gear in there?"
"I'm TELLING you, IT'S A SHITY! A BIG, SHITY where THEY all LIVE!" The drunk at the bar is really playing to the crowd now. The bartender tries to calm him down, but the man waves him off and continues, relishing the attention. As he speaks, you see tiny droplets of froth fly from his mouth. "They even have their own PRISHON! And I HEAR they have their own ARENA, TOO! WE don't have an ARENA! All WE have is thish LOUSHY BAR!!"
With that, you watch the bartender jump over and grab the man, pulling him off the stool and dragging him toward the door. You jump up to intercept, as your tablemates stare at you.
"Hold on there," you say. You turn your attention to the man. "What's your name?"
"Eh?" The man looks at you, bleary eyed, as the bartender gives his arm another tug toward the door.
"How do you know so much about this place?"
"Eashy," he answers. "My coushin went there. He and shome friends. Only he made it back alive, but he found thish amazhing orb down there, and he shaysh there's more shtuff, too."
"If you're so worked up about it, why don't you go?"
The bartender throws his hands up in the air and walks away. The drunk drops his eyes to the floor. "Because I'm too shcared," he replies. "My coushin shays they're exshperimenting on other creatures down there, building thingsh we've never sheen before. Monshtersh."
"You know how to get there?" you ask.
You think for a moment. "I'll be out in a bit. Wait for me if you want a cut of the loot. You can show us where it is." You flip him a copper piece and head back to your table. After a moment of silence, the companion who spoke earlier says, "We should go."
"We have no gear," you say.
"Sounds like we can get anything we want in there."
You remain quiet, waiting for the offer you know is coming.
"In fact, I'll wager we could go there naked and still come out richer and better dressed than the King hisself."
"And what will you bet, if you're naked?" you ask.
Your companion smiles. "Say, ten percent of my share?"
You look at your companions and see everyone grinning and nodding to each other, the boring evening apparently over.
"You're on," you reply, as you all rise and head toward the door. "But when we get there, you're stripping first."
The Deadly, Apparating Shadow Archer:
Thanks for looking, and I hope someone out there finds this interesting enough to want to try.
Oh, and you've been captured. Pity, that.