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The sun does not rise or fall here in the desert. It seethes, it blazes, but it does not rest. Sometimes, perhaps the heat will wrench away to bring freezing winds, but it is still there, waiting beneath the sands to strike once more. Sandstorms rage daily, and water is rare, valuable, and fought over.
City states are dotted across the desert, and between them are tiny oasis villages, inhabited by all manner of humanoids, with a preference towards smaller, reptilian , burrowing races.
You know this because there is a vaguely poetic rune recording it in the inside of your mind. You are a Golem, built of a huge slab of sandstone. You communicate through gesture and musical grunting, similar to an organ. You contain a tank, for water, which is now almost empty. You are driven by a mana core. It requires the energy of life to run.
You are alone in the sand, with what water you have only saved from the heat by a thick layer of sand.
You have no tools, and possess nothing. You are surrounded by desert, and to the far west you can see smoke. Your core is running low. You feel.. frightened.
>What do you do?
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>>75461
Remove my core and make big BOOM.
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>>75502
Feeling nothing but despair at your predicament, you wrench your core out from your stomach, stone hands cracking at your engraved body. The sheer exhaustion this brings to your body causes you to collapse down to your knees. No warmth rushes in, you simply cease to live.
Bad End.
>New Game.
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>>75600
>>New Game.
Start.
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>>75461
dig down into the sand, hopefully you can find water
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>>75672
Lights flicker in the darkness around you. You are in a cave, surrounded by cloaking darkness. The only light is shed by the fire behind your eyes. You are crafted of stone and iron, and the forge is fresh in your mind.
You are not scared. You are angry. The fire burns hotter, and the cave slowly becomes more and more well lit. Around you is collapsed masonry, and you seem to be trapped within a collapsed dwarvern hold.
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>>75940
Look around more.
Is there an exit?
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>>75983
There is a crevace in the rock too small for you to fit through, but it seems to only feed into more collapsed chambers. You can hear faint scrabbling, as if made by small claws.
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see if you can widen the hole
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>>76000
CHECK THOSE TRIPS
And search for the source of the scratching.
It's probably just a rat, but it could be a dwarf for all you know.
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>>76027
You dig away towards the noise, burrowing into the rock with heavy, reinforced hands. You almost effortlessly lift a statue up from the wall of debris, and within the small cavity lies a very old, clearly injured dwarf, beard grey and dappled in red. It looks at you with bemused relief, and begins to speak in a thick, deep accent.
''Dig out to the... to the west.. no, that direction''
The old man lifts a tired hand, and you set to work digging. Rather quickly you burst through into a small, safer cavity. It is an old brazier, filled with embers and coal, and the old dwarf rests by it. He starts a small fire in the embers, and he seems occupied in recovering his health.
The room was built with statues around the walls, built to look as if they were holding up the ceiling. It seems they now are doing so, and you are at once thankful for masons that don't understand artistry.
A few more dwarves are rescued from the rubble, and they congregate with the old dwarf around the fire. They do not give you orders, the old dwarf seems to be the only one who can talk to you.
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>>76120
Wait for him to speak. Listen to what they say to themselves.
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>>76120
look for more dwarves trapped
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