Vanake (story complete) V6

config.footer.left: "{back link} {restart link}" config.footer.right: "" config.header.center: "" sound.effect.chase.url: 'Track 1 - mafia chase.mp3' sound.effect.calmdays.url: 'Track 2 - Calm days.mp3' sound.effect.fight.url: 'Track 3 - fight in medieval.mp3' sound.effect.witch.url: 'Track 4 - witch.mp3' sound.effect.reconcile.url: 'Track 5 - reconcile w bad guy.mp3' sound.effect.hospital.url: 'Track 6 - Hospital.mp3' sound.effect.creepy.url: 'Effect 01 - Creepy.mp3' sound.effect.bang.url: 'Effect 02 - Gunshot.mp3' sound.effect.trip.url: 'Effect 03 - Trip.mp3' sound.effect.tumbling.url: 'Effect 04 - Tumbling.mp3' sound.effect.sinking.url: 'Effect 05 - Sinking.mp3' sound.effect.drowning.url: 'Effect 06 - Drowning.mp3' sound.effect.calling.url: 'Effect 07 - Calling.mp3' sound.effect.waking.url: 'Effect 08 - Waking.mp3' sound.effect.bells.url: 'Effect 09 - Bells.mp3' sound.effect.pan.url: 'pan.mp3' -- The year is 1992. A few days ago, Lennart Meri was inaugurated as President. A new constitution was adopted in the summer. The kroon has replaced the ruble. [[Estonia is a free Republic once again.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued] {ambient sound: 'calmdays'}

But with every time of freedom, comes a time of change. Drastic reforms. Unfettered capitalism. {reveal link: "Gangs. Criminals.", text: "Gangs. Criminals. Gunshots and dead bodies, more and more every day."} In the chaos, some see no future and decide to leave. Others seized the opportunity and got rich overnight. [[You weren’t so lucky.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

The early autumn air is crisp. Gentle rays of sunshine warm your skin. Golden leaves crunch under the soles of your feet. Today is a perfect day for a stroll along the lake, you think. Maybe you could sit by the pier later, enjoy a cup of coffee and a pastry. Relish the peacefulness of this moment. You sigh and adjust the bulletproof vest strapped around you. In another life, maybe you could. [[But not this one.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} You hear the sound of boots stomping on leaves and mud in the distance. A man dressed in a worn down leather jacket is approaching you. A hood is covering his face. There is a rapid pace to his steps. He seems jittery and anxious. You release another heavy breath, and your hand hovers over the holstered gun strapped to your hip. You hope for the best as you leave your post to walk in the man’s direction. [[“Lake Ülemiste is a restricted area! Turn around immediately!”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

{no ambient sound} {sound effect: 'bang'} The man ignores your call. You watch as his hand flies to his pocket and he pulls out a— *BANG* The man is holding a gun in his hand, pointed at the sky. Your ears ring and your heart is pounding. [[“Stop right there!”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

Your call falls on deaf ears as the man ignores your warning and runs to climb the barbed wire you are guarding. So much for peace, you think. [[You unholster your gun and rush after him.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'chase', volume: 0.5} "Calling dispatch. Officer 2568 requesting backup. Suspect is armed. I repeat, the suspect is armed. Unauthorized entry at Lake Ülemiste. Over." “Roger that. Hang in there. Reinforcement in thirty minutes.” [[Thirty minutes? Are you kidding me?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

You run as fast as you can to keep up with the man. He is fast, and you can’t help but wonder where he’s running to. Despite all of your training, the gear and the bulletproof vest are only slowing you down. You push on. Your lungs hurt from breathing. You gasp for air as you round a corner. If only you were younger, and your legs could run like they used to. Your boots are muddy now, and the wind whipping against your face is making your eyes water. [[You realise you can’t see the man anymore.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'tumbling'} In a split second, you feel your back hit the ground, and you are tumbling. Your heart is pounding in your ears. Every ounce of your body is hurting before you are encased by an icy cold and for a quick moment, you feel relieved by the numbness it provides. You fall into the [[lake]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

sound.effect.trip.playing: false sound.effect.tumbling.playing: false sound.effect.creepy.playing: false sound.effect.bang.playing: false -- {no ambient sound} {sound effect: 'sinking'} Dark. Cold. Your body thinks before you do and you [[inhale]]. {no ambient sound} [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

{sound effect: 'drowning'} Your lungs burn. You sink deeper into the lake. You close your eyes. The numbness is consuming you. A twisted sense of [[peace]] washes over you, and you let yourself drift. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

sound.effect.drowning.playing: false sound.effect.sinking.playing: false -- {sound effect: 'calling'} Silence. A muffled shout echoes in the distance. You can’t make out what you heard. You hear it again. It is louder now. [[What is going on?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

sound.effect.calling.playing: false -- {sound effect: 'waking'} You wake up with a gasp. Was it all a dream? [[Where am I?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'calmdays'} You look around to orient yourself. A wave of relief washes over you when you realise you recognize [[what you see]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#0a0700, #181202, #221904, #2d1f06, #392508, #472b0b) } [continued]

Chatter from outside hits your ears. The language sounds weird at first, but you recognize it as your own. The stone walls of the Toompea fort. Swords, shields and crests hang on the wall. Armor stands are scattered throughout the room. A ray of light hits your face through the open window of the guardhouse. A [[familiar face]] stands by your bedside. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “The sun has risen, my friend, and so must we! Who is going to protect Reval if not the mighty town guard!” You nod, and watch your friend [[leave]]. You think his name was Toomas. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

Your dream {reveal link: "has shaken you still.", passage: "dream"} [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

felt like you were really there, chasing that man by the lake, and the phantom weight of the strange armor you were wearing hangs heavy on your shoulders. [[Your lungs still sting when you breathe.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'bells'} But just like that, the dream slipped away from your memory. [[What was it again? Nevermind.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

{no ambient sound} You don your armor and head for breakfast. The taste of the vegetable stew is familiar on your tongue, as if it’s the only food you’ve ever known. A thought crosses your mind. When was the last time you had anything sweet? Your breakfast is cut short by the sound of shouting outside. [[Go investigate.]] [[Finish your stew.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'fight'} You follow the others and rush outside. The sunlight hits your face full force, and your hand hovers over your skin to shield your eyes. You see the other guard muster by the city gate, so you pick up your pace to join them. Your armor rings a metallic clang with every step you take, the way it’s dragging you down feels eerily familiar. [[Was it always this heavy?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/oldtallinnstreet.png") } [continued]

“What are you doing? Join the others at once!” [[Go investigate.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

choose_bow: false choose_sword: false -- <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> As you approach the crowd forming by the wall, you spot Toomas’ face among them. “Here, you forgot this,” he says, handing you your weapon. You take your [[Bow and quiver full of arrows]] [[Sword and shield]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/oldtallinnstreet.png") } [continued]

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<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “What’s going on?” You ask Toomas once you make your way through the crowd with him. The Commander answers before Toomas can open his mouth. “City watch!” The Commander begins, addressing the group of guards. “Pirates were spotted among the coast! You are this great city’s first line of defense and now is the time to give it your all!” The other guards cheer and after the Commander’s signal, start heading to the coast. [[You follow.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/oldtallinnstreet.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You try to keep in step with Toomas as he leads the two of you a small ways away from the groups that formed. The wind gets stronger the closer you get to the water, blowing through your armor and under your clothes. [[You shudder.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/oldtallinnstreet.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You plant your feet harder into the ground with every step to resist the wind. Sand slips through the wrinkles of your shoes. As you near the coast, you finally see the unfamiliar ship docked in the distance. You hear the fighting before you see it, swords clashing into shields, grunts and yells ringing out as you watch your fellow guards stave off the pirates. “Come now,” Toomas says with a determined smile. [[“To battle!”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

[if choose_bow] You find some cover and watch Toomas rush to help the others, before pulling out your bow and aiming at some bandits in the distance. [[Aim for one with no helmet.]] [[Aim for one with a broken shield.]] [if choose_sword] You rush into battle with Toomas, gripping your sword tight in your hand. You feel ready to strike when two pirates lunge at you. [[Strike the one with an eye-patch.]] [[Strike the one with a peg leg.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You hit your target, the arrow piercing the pirate through a gap in his armor, and he falls over in the sand, his body [[limp->familiar_bow]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You narrowly miss your target, the pirate stumbling out of the way just in time to [[dodge->familiar_bow]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You reposition, and as you fire off arrows after arrows at the attackers, you cannot help but feel a sense of [[familiarity]] wash over you. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

{no ambient sound} {sound effect: 'creepy'} Then, flashes cloud your vision. *You are running.* *Are you chasing or fleeing?* *A shot rings out.* *You can’t hear anything.* [[*Someone is running in front of you.*]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You swing your sword in a large arc, hitting the pirate clean in the side. He stumbles to the ground with a groan and falls limp in a puddle of [[blood->familiar_sword]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You and Toomas take him on together. Toomas strikes his flesh leg while you go for his shoulder. The pirate falls onto [[the sand->familiar_sword]] and does not stand again. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You reposition, and as you stave off blows after blows from the attackers, you cannot help but feel a sense of [[familiarity]] wash over you. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

*You can’t see what they look like.* [[**You fall.**]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'drowning'} Cold. [after 700 milliseconds] *Cold.* [after 1200 milliseconds] **Cold.** [after 2000 milliseconds] [[Try to scream]] [[Try to listen]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'fight'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Hey, are you okay?” Toomas rushes to kneel next to you, shaking you from your visions. “Are you hurt?” Toomas drags you away from the battle. You realise that you are on the ground, your weapon laying next to you. You feel the sand beneath your fingers. Your head spins, and your lungs are still burning. You look at Toomas and you [[realise]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'chase'} `You are not supposed to be here.` Panic engulfs your senses. You were chasing a criminal, not pirates. You were a police officer. Not a [[city guard]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'calmdays'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Let us get you out of here,” Toomas says, noticing the myriad of emotions reflected on your face. “The battle is won, it seems.” Toomas helps you back on your feet, and the two of you, along with the rest of the injured guards, make your way back to the [[barracks]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste1.png") } [continued]

You feel like you are dreaming already when your back finally hits your sleeping cot again. The sun is starting to go down, casting warm yellow and orange light on the walls. Unusually pleasant weather for an unusually unpleasant day. You decide then. You need to {reveal link: "go back", text: "go back to your time, *somehow*"}. The ache in your body feels *wrong*, and you cannot help but wonder [[how you got here]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You remember tumbling, a phantom ache hitting your spine at the memory. You fell in the lake. You are reminded of the darkness of it every time you close your eyes. Toomas watches you with [[concern]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Sleep, my friend. We are on the night watch tonight. You need to gather your strength and energy.” You nod and close your eyes, dreaming of a familiar yet foreign land that you cannot help but miss. Night falls, and you are [[awoken]] by Toomas yet again. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

Pushing your dreams and strange memories from your mind, you put on your armor once again. Together, with torches in hand, you make your way to the great wall of Reval, taking up your posts by the gate. The first hours of the evening are calm and quiet. You dare not move from your post, lest the illusion of peace [[shatters]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} You see a dark figure nearing you from the distance, the small light of your torches not enough to recognize their face. A light drizzle of rain patters against your helmet, and you shudder. [[Wave your torch to see the figure better.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You swing your torch in front of you, and you see the figure come into the light. It is an old man. He is wearing dark, tattered clothes and leans on a wicked staff, his white beard twisted in knots. His eyes seem to almost glow in the darkness. His feet squelch against the ground in slow steps. He looks like he is drenched in water, his clothes dripping wet. The scent of wet mud and rain attacks your nose, overpowering the familiar scent you smelled before. Your brows furrow. A feeling in your gut tells you that you know him, though you have never seen him before. "What is your [[business]] in the city?" you ask. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

config.header.center: "" -- {no ambient sound} {sound effect: 'creepy'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Is the great Reval finally complete?” [[Not yet?]] [[Uhm, yes? It’s ready.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'calmdays'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Hmph.” Nothing else is said for a while. [[Vanake]] stares almost disapprovingly. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'witch'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Vanake nods. He looks around. And then at you. [[A small smile graces his wrinkled face.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Finally. The day has come.” [[Did I say the right thing?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Toomas looks at you in shock. His look could burn a hole through you. You wait to hear what Vanake says, but you take a quick peek around you, expecting to see how ecstatic all the guards are around you. They must be thrilled. Instead, everyone is composed and calm to an extent. Some are shaking their heads. You hear sniffling. *Is someone crying?* You look at Vanake. He’s looking at you. He waited for you to look back at him. [[Vanake continues.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “It was inevitable. But we waited, patiently. We could have not lost hope for Ülemiste lake. We were nearing the end. We all know she was drying up." "Today, we have been blessed. It’s time - we are setting her free." "It’s time to [[bring Reval down]]." [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You freak out internally. You weren’t supposed to say that Reval—or Tallinn—is ready. [[Why did I say that?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You’re utterly confused with yourself. You don’t move. You don’t know what to do. The guards seem just as disoriented. As the truth settles in, most guards start running around, screaming in fear. Those who aren’t running are standing, motionless, just like you. You can hear them sobbing. Toomas is standing next to you. He refuses to look at you. Suddenly, it hits you. You can’t just stand around. You **have** to [[do something]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You decide to follow one of the groups who ran. [[Follow the group on the left.->stay]] [[Follow the group on the right.->stay]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Before you can even take a step, Vanake stops you. “Stay. And accept.” [[You actually stayed.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Your mind is running at a fast pace. You try to make sense of what’s happening. Why did he tell me not to move? Why do I have to stay? Why am I listening to him? Why am I staying? What am I [[accepting]]? [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You open your eyes to a loud clang. You didn’t even realise your eyes were closed. Barely seeing through your blurry eyes, you can see Vanake hitting the bank of the lake with a shovel glowing in an ominous purple light. [[He hits it once more.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> And once more. The water starts leaking. He [[hits]] it again. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'sinking'} And then it starts flooding, taking you with it. You died. [[What if you could do it all over again? Would you?->credits]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#000000, #111111, #1c1c1c, #272727, #323232, #3d3d3d) } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You stand, itching to know what’s going on. Vanake lightly shakes his head and turns around to leave. You don’t move an inch. You’re afraid of moving. Toomas is right beside you, but he’s not moving either. [[The silence makes chills creep up your back.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You finally feel courageous enough, deciding to look up at him. Vanake starts murmuring. “There is not much time left. The lake is starting to dry up. I must act tomorrow, before it’s too late.” After his short speech, Vanake huffs and walks off, thumping his feet. [[The guards disperse and Toomas walks off, leaving you on your own.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} The lake is {reveal link: "drying up?", text: "what"}? His damning words start to sink in. You can feel your heart starting to beat faster. The confusion drives you up the wall. You feel lightheaded. You need a second to regain your thoughts. You [[close]] your eyes. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

*You need to find out the truth.* [[Try to find Toomas.]] [[Try to find some guards.->guards]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[Breathe in.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You walk back to your sleeping cots in search of Toomas. As you enter, you observe his usual spot, which lies empty. You walk closer to it, peeking under the sheets to make sure. Nothing. Your breathing quickens a bit. [[You can’t freak out yet.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern2.png") } [continued]

You approach one of the guards, hoping to get some answers. [[You talk to the tall guard.->guard]] [[You talk to the short-haired guard->guard]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Can I ask you something? Do you know what he’s talking about? What will he do when the lake dr-” “Please do not disturb me.” You step in front of the guard, staring into his eyes through his helmet and hoping you look tough enough to get answers, but not killed. “What is he going to do?” The guard [[stares]] at you, clearly annoyed at your antics. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“He is going to *flood Tallinn*. Now, **bugger** off!” He walks off, [[leaving you in the dust]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} You’re shocked. Vanake is going to flood Tallinn. [[Oh no.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

*And he’s doing it tomorrow.* Your mind is racing. This can’t be happening. I need to stop him. Now. [[You need to do some research.->summon]] [[You talk to the guards about your situation.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You approach one of the guards you talked to earlier. There’s about four of them now, probably talking to each other about something useful. You interrupt their conversation, stepping in-between two bulky guards. [[I’m sorry, but I have to tell you-]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

How do you do research in 1492? [[Go to the library.]] [[Go to the pub and ask the locals.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“How dare you interrupt us? We were in the middle of talking!” All of them stare at you, others nearby take a peek at the squabble. “Well, then I’m sorry, again, but I really have t-” The fourth one speaks up. “How important is it?” All eyes are on you, but you don’t waste a breath. [[Very.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Well then, do tell.” The guards are now fully tuned in to hear you. You feel the eyes on you. Even on the back of your head. This quarrel clearly caught the attention of more guards then it should have. You revert your attention back to the four of them. “I am going to be as straightforward as I can, because this is difficult to explain.” No emotions. [[I’m from the future. I’m from 1992. I live in a free country.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You stop yourself to see their reactions. They are still staring at you, but just more confused. One of them finally speaks. “From the future?” You nod and sigh, looking back at the guards. The guards look at each other before they start screaming [[bloody murder]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'fight'} “AHHHHHHHHHH! THIS FELLOW HAS GOT THE MIND DISEASE!!” You get pushed on the ground in the mayhem that is happening around you. All the guards have dispersed, only a few staying near you, clearly in shock. They’re screaming and yelling obscenities. You’re petrified. [[You need to get away.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'trip'} You start to stand up, but before you can even think, you’re slammed to the ground again. You see four guards holding you down by your arms, making sure you stay on the ground. Some are by your legs, standing on your ankles. You’re panicking, frantically trying to shimmy out of their grasp, but to no avail. You can’t get up. You can’t do anything. You start to get lost in your thoughts, blocking out the commotion happening around you. [[Is this it?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You get pulled out of your thoughts by the guard standing over you. “We need to get rid of this lunatic!” He yells. “We need to cure the madness - remove the stone. And whatever happens after, we’ll deal with it.” You’re flabbergasted. Cure? Madness?? [[What stone?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You stop trying. Nothing you say will change their mind. You see the guard who is standing above you [[raise their spear]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You close your eyes. You died. [[What if you could do it all over again? Would you?->credits]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#000000, #111111, #1c1c1c, #272727, #323232, #3d3d3d) } [continued]

In the cloak of darkness, you approach the Dominican monastery you know to have a vast library. It looms above you, the massive brick walls, damp and chill against your palm. The air is still quite heavy with fog and the moon and stars are hidden behind a blanket of clouds—keeping the moisture, warmth inside, suffocating and worsening the effects of a nightmare—that’s how you feel, at least. [[As if trapped in a nightmare.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

Hmm, it's a crowded night at the pub. [[Ask the bartender who is the most knowledgeable.]] [[Find someone on your own.->men]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

Trapped by this helpless feeling of being unable to do anything about anything. Not even open this damned gate, you realise, trying to {reveal link: "push", text: "push, (or pull, for that matter)"} open the gate to the monastery. [[Of course.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

It gets locked after sundown—a thought occurs to you from the back of your mind. You are weighing your options, when distant voices reach your ears and you see a [[flicker]] of light from the corner of your eye. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You think about disappearing into the safety of darkness, but hesitate for a moment. The laughing, lazy voices stir something in your memory, sounding vaguely familiar. Do you know them? [[Go back into the shadows.]] [[Stay where you are.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You raise your flask towards them. They hesitate for a moment, till the one who just spoke steps forward, grabs the flask and pats you approvingly on the shoulder. “Knew you wouldn't forget your hard working comrades,” he says, raising the flask to his lips for two big gulps. The other one holding the torch comes nearer as well, throwing dancing warmth on all of your faces. [[Fresh air, eh?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“You can read? You always were an odd one.” “But you have no use of the library, it only has holy texts, none of this kind of stuff gets written down, and if it does, it definitely,” a bark of a laugh escapes him as he says it, “definitely wouldn’t be stored in a monastery library.” “Can you imagine,” he elbows the other smirking guard in the ribs, “among those texts about god and whatnot, a book about all these pagan stories of Kalevipoeg and his lot or fairies or…” “of angry lake spirits who want to flood the city-" “or…I don't know, Kratt building manuals?" They both snigger at the last one. The tall guard turns to me again. “Yeah, [[very unlikely]].” [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

Everything they just said swims around in your head and you try to figure out what you should ask about and how without seeming too stupid. Perhaps you don’t need the library after all to learn about this… angry lake spirit called Vanake. What’s this Kratt they mentioned, though? “What do you mean by… [[Angry lake spirits?]] [[Kratt?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

Hmmm, this {reveal link: "Kratt", text: "creature made of hay and brought to life by sacrificing three drops of blood to the Devil"} is interesting. Anyway, the plan is to have Kratt steal Vanake’s shovel. [[I don’t need the Devil’s powers. I’ll just steal the shovel myself!->DIY]] [[It is what it is. Let’s go to the crossroads and prepare for the ritual.->Summon]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Your voice wavers. You glance at Toomas, who nods before turning your gaze back to the old man. The [[old man->question]] ignores your query, and takes impossibly slow steps, until he is standing right in front of you. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You find a group of drunken men discussing rumors of Vanake having visited again. [[Ask them directly what they know.]] [[Wait to hear more.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

You leave the guardpost at sunset and change into a plain robe that blends into the night. You hide in bushes and move along shadows, masquerading your footsteps as the wind blows on tree branches. There it is! You see the mystical shovel that Vanake uses. Lying outside his wooden hut, Glowing with an aura shifting from purple to blue, with a tint of turquoise like the northern lights. [[Try to drown Reval without the shovel now!]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'witch'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You leave with Toomas on a full moon night, dragging along a mannequin made with hay. Toomas sharpened the knife and looked you in the eye “My friend, are you ready?” You lock eyes with Toomas. The forest rustles, as if it senses the ominous air. [[Yes, do it.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Hmph! Hmmmmph! You tried lifting the shovel, but it didn’t move a single inch. Worse still, you see a shadow lurking up behind you. “What do you think you are doing?” You slowly turn around, buying yourself a few more seconds to accept your fate. “YOU THIEF! I knew you scoundrels deserved to die. Now taste this shovel!” Vanake raised his palm to the sky, and within seconds, his shovel came alive and flew into his hands. [[NO! PLEASE!!! I’m still so young, I miss my family and friends. Let me go!]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'pan'} Despite your desperate pleas, Vanake slammed the shovel on your head. Everything turned dark. He hit you with the shovel a few more times. “Pfft. Dying like a coward. Now it’s time for the others.” You died for good. In 1492 and 1992. [[What if you could do it all over again? Would you?->credits]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#000000, #111111, #1c1c1c, #272727, #323232, #3d3d3d) } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You feel the cold blade on your fingertip, surprisingly not hurting you as much as you feared. *plop* That’s one. Two more drops of blood. *plop* *plop* Okay, that’s it. Dark cloud forms above the forest, with a gust of wind whirling around the mannequin - you and Toomas find it hard to stand straight. [[What have we done???]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/kratt.v2.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Red beams glare from Kratt’s eyes like lasers. Shivers ran over your body when Kratt opened its [[mouth]]. An abomination. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/kratt.v2.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “E̶͉̓ḧ̷̡́h̷̻͚̋h̶̥̉h̸̳͌h̸̳̔h̵͓̠͗͝h̶̗̉̊h̷̿̀͜h̸̲̼̏͐h̶̰̦̒ḧ̶̨̥h̸͙̅͐h̸̭̗͊h̸̡̋” It was like nothing you had ever heard before The voice, if you could call it that, was grated like rusty hinges, or sandpaper on metal, gargling like it was swallowing sand. “M̷a̴s̶t̵e̵r̶.̷ ̶Y̸o̵u̴r̷ ̵w̷i̸s̶h̸ ̷i̸s̴ ̵m̵y̵ ̴c̸o̸m̶m̸a̶n̶d̵.” So *this* is the power you get from the Devil. [[Steal the shovel from Vanake. Destroy it for good.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/kratt.v2.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “M̸a̴s̶t̴e̸r̶,̷ ̶h̵e̷r̴e̵ ̷i̴t̶ ̶i̷s̸.̶” Oh, that was easy. “Now we need to keep him busy. Otherwise he will start murdering people.” Wait, [[what]]? [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/kratt.v2.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Yeah. Didn’t you know about this?” Well, now I know! What do we do? [[Kratt, go make a ladder out of bread.]] [[Kratt, flood Reval when it is finished.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/kratt.v2.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Haha, very smart. Everyone knows it is impossible, so it would keep Kratt occupied forever. Or would it? Somehow Kratt found some dense bread, like the French baguette. And it looks like it actually manages to build a ladder out of it. “Damn it! This is Livonia. You should have said a ladder out of {reveal link: 'leib"', text: 'Estonian black bread, typically softer on the inside!"'} [[Honestly, I couldn’t care less.->DGAF]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Wait, what?” Toomas looks at you in disbelief. “What’s going on?” “After all the trouble to take care of Vanake, why are you inflicting the same curse on us now?” [[Honestly, I have no idea. And I couldn’t care less.->DGAF]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You went for a walk along the Ülemiste lake. So much has happened by now, you just wanted to go home. You feel so tired and burned out. Like nothing really happened, maybe this is all a dream. *Whoosh* Two mermaids emerged from the lake and swooped their tails at you. [[What the hell???]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'sinking'} Before you could react, they dragged you into the bottom of the lake. [[Oh great, here we go again.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'hospital'} You wake up in the emergency room. Wait what? Yes—white ceiling, nurses and doctors. It is 1992. You came back to Tallinn! [[Your colleague]] is waiting for you in uniform. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

“Hey! It’s been three months since we fished you out of the lake.” Duh! If only you didn’t take your sweet time to get on site! [[Whatever, I’m resigning.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

[[Was it all a dream?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

[[Did I really travel back in time?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

[[Guess it didn’t matter.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

[[You know what, I’m going to join the mafia.->End]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight901.png") } [continued]

{ambient sound: 'chase'} *Congratulations!* You have sold your soul to the Devil and become full on nihilist. "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." — Friedrich Nietzsche [[What if you could do it all over again? Would you?->credits]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight901.png") } [continued]

sound.effect.drowning.playing: false -- You open your mouth and scream until your throat hurts, but not a sound comes out. You try again, but instead of your voice, something else exits your mouth. Are those… [[Bubbles?->water]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

sound.effect.drowning.playing: false -- You swallow and try to tame your breathing to make out any sounds around you. Everything is muffled, as if you were under [[water]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

You inhale a shaky breath. Instead of air, water enters your mouth, stinging in your throat and setting your lungs on fire. The pain is unbearable, and you choke. [[You see only darkness.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} You lift your head then, looking above. Through the dark, a lone ray of light shines in the distance, like the sun breaking through the surface of a lake. You wave your arms, trying to swim towards the light. You are pulled back down instead, [[until–->**Cold.**]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="toomaskratt" src="Assets/Images/toomas.png" /> <div class="content"></div> The moist air of the lake hits your nose, and when you close your eyes, you are almost convinced you are back where you are supposed to be. You hear something rouse beside you, and realise Toomas has walked to stand next to you, the mail of his armor sounding metallic clangs with every step. “My friend, keep your eyes on the horizon,” Toomas says to you under his breath. “Someone is [[approaching]].” [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You’re too slow and the light reaches you before you reach the darkness. [[The guards’ laughter dies down as they notice you.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You step away from the gate in hopes of looking less suspicious and look up into the sky, as if lost in thought. While you do your best to look casual, your hand brushes against a flask attached to your belt. [[The guards’ laughter dies down as they notice you.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“City guard, state your purpose,” one of them says in a low voice. You squint your eyes at the torch light as you turn towards them. “Evening, lads,” you say calmly in a light tone. “Came for a bit of fresh air. Not that it feels very refreshing at the moment,” you continue casually. [[“Care for a drink?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

He comments as he grabs the flask from the other guard. “The mist always comes and stays for a whole week every time Vanake appears, as if the threat of flooding the city isn’t enough” he grumbles before taking a sip. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t realise it was you,” the other one chips in. [[“Darn fog.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Is that why both of you are on duty tonight?” you inquire as you also take a sip from the flask offered back to you. “This and the pirates. Everyone’s on edge, sensing some kind of threat, but don’t know what to do about it.” “Except put double the amount of men on guard!” “Yeah, and as if out of all the places, someone would want to rob the monks. What would you even steal from them, some books?” they snigger again, swaggering a bit from the wine. You shake the flask as you pass it around once more. It’s emptying fast. [[You need to get some information while you still have a chance.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“That’s actually another reason why I came here. Not to rob,” you say, adding the last part quickly to their raised eyebrows, [[“but I wanted to go to the library.”->you]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Ülemiste Vanake, of course.” [[“Right, but why does he even want to flood the city?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“You know, the weird helper-creature you make out of random stuff who will do whatever you say. That thing could totally steal Vanake’s shovel and put an end to it for good. For what price, though.” “The shovel?” you ask, feeling lucky they are too drunk to question you. “It’s rumored that’s what he’d use to flood the city. Must mean he’s come close to doing it before. Which isn’t that surprising, how long can one man’s patience really be?” [[“Yeah, If only there was someone crazy enough to sell their soul to the devil and it would all be good.”->Kratt]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Dunno, thinks it’s his lake, we have somehow dishonoured it or something. I mean I kinda get it, a sacred place, formed by Linda’s tears, yada yada. But man, he needs to give it a rest. Who cares? It was ages ago.” “Yeah, the previous generations of guards have just told him the city isn’t ready yet so he thinks he has to wait to have his perfect revenge..” “What’s the big deal then, if we just gotta tell him no every year?” you inquire. “Yeah, but how long do you imagine one’s patience can be? He’s bound to snap at some point. People are talking that the lake’s drying up, imperfect revenge is better than no revenge. [[“Who knows if we all die in a year or leave it up to our grandkids to find out.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

The flames from the torch cast ghostly shadows around us and on their faces, the danger always lurking in the background suddenly brought to the light. “All we can do is create the illusion of safety and control to the townsfolk by guarding the streets at night.” “And drink good wine.” He raises the flask only to lower it soon after with a disappointed look. He throws it back to you. “All good things come to an end.” “Thanks for this, but you should probably head back now before someone else sees.” You realize your chance is over and bidding them farewell, [[you return home]], the little information you managed to gather swirling in your head. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

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You open your mouth but you get cut off, [[unnoticed by the men.->loony guy]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“I’m telling you, this guy just needs to let go of his grudge, how long can you be angry at someone?” one huge guy says, throwing his hands in the air at the last part and spilling beer over people sitting nearby. They groan before the conversation continues. “No, we need to be realistic.” one tall guy, slightly more sober, intervenes. “If you’ve been plotting your revenge for this long, you ain’t just gonna drop it. We gotta use other means. We need to use a Kratt.” Others around boo at him. The guy just shakes his head and takes his leave, probably to get a refill. [[Go after the guy]] [[Stay to learn more about Vanake]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“Hey,” you tap the guy on the shoulder. [[Ask him directly.]] [[Buy him a drink first.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

The guy rants on. “I mean, okay I get it, it’s a sacred place, Linda cried some tears to make it, but who cares? It was ages ago.” [[“The lake’s drying up anyway!”]] one of his companions declares to which he agrees with all his might as he slams his drink down. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

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“I’ll buy you a drink,” you say and throw the bartender some money. Even if suspicious at first, the man soon discards it and after two more free drinks, he’s quite chatty. [[You seize the opportunity.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“I heard you talking over there about Kratt being the answer to the Vanake situation. What did you mean by that?” He leans in close, eyes twinkling. “I mean… what does he use to flood the city?” You stare at him blankly. “Uh…” is all you can say before he answers himself. [[“A shovel..”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“Right,” you reply flatly, “And what are Kratts most used for?” Another blank and self-answered question. [[“For stealing..”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“Just put the creature together, meet the Devil, make the trade, let the Kratt steal the shovel and be a hero.” He shrugs and takes three big gulps from his drink. “Sounds easy enough. Just gotta find someone foolish enough to sell their soul to the devil,” he concludes and starts laughing to himself. [[“I may be crazy and foolish at times, but not that crazy.”->Kratt]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

“Right! Poor revenge is still better than no revenge! And I reckon he’ll figure it out soon enough himself as well. It’s just a matter of time. We’re all doomed.” The atmosphere becomes all gloom and doom, until the guy snaps out of it and raises his jug high in the air. “Which is why we must drink like there’s no tomorrow! All drinks on me!” he declares, followed by a cheer and applause from his mates and the usual joyous ruckus continues. But not for you. You place your untouched drink down and make your exit, [[heading straight home.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

Your limbs are heavy with fatigue, but your mind won’t stop racing. You spend the night slipping in and out of sleep, mind filled with angry looming lake spirits, city guards, unsettling feelings of being somewhere you don’t belong followed by weird dreams of questioning people in bizarre clothing in weird places that despite their strangeness feel familiar. [[You wrestles your sheets.]] [[You wrestle your mind.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#0a0700, #181202, #221904, #2d1f06, #392508, #472b0b) } [continued]

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Eventually, by the time the sun rises and birds start chirping behind your window, your mind, after giving another go at the possibility of you having gone mad, finally succumbs to the sweet nothingness of sleep. [[You wake in the evening.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/pub.png") } [continued]

Just in time to get ready for your evening post. You’re restless and on edge, an epiphany you hoped you’d have in the morning or during the night for some magical answer to how to solve this situation didn’t emerge. [[You have no idea what to do once Vanake arrives.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern2.png") } [continued]

The evening turns to a night in all its quiet and eeriness. Though… you suppose, watching the other guards nearby nod off, the eeriness is only palpable to you. As midnight closes in, you feel your heart starting to beat louder and faster in anticipation. You feel a shiver run down your spine. [[The mist is getting thicker.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern2.png") } [continued]

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, as if alerting you to get the hell out of here. [[But you can’t.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You grip the handle of your sword tighter, peering at the surroundings barely visible by the darkness and fog swallowing it up. Your ears try to catch the slightest of movement, every snore coming from the guards, birds flying by or mice running past your feet sends your heart on a mission to beat itself out of your chest. [[Finally you hear it.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

Steps approaching from afar. An already familiar dark figure emerges from the fog, making his way towards you. You take a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in your chest and relax your muscles. Not like the whole fate of the city depends on you, you think, which doesn’t really help so instead you tell yourself.. [[..he just needs some compassion and understanding.]] [[..he just needs to face some hard facts about his futile revenge.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

choose_love: true -- {ambient sound: 'reconcile'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> **“Is the great Reval finally complete?”** Vanake asks, his voice rough, emerald eyes glistening in the darkness, revealing a turmoil of emotions behind his composed words. [[“I’m afraid not…”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

choose_fax: true -- {ambient sound: 'reconcile'} <div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> **“Is the great Reval finally complete?”** Vanake asks, his voice rough, emerald eyes glistening in the darkness, revealing a turmoil of emotions behind his composed words. [[“Not yet”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

So Ülemiste Vanake wants revenge and it’s only a matter of time before it happens. There must be a way to somehow prevent it, [[right?->heading straight home.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> [if choose_sword] The glint in his eyes falters for a moment, his brow furrowing as you take your sword off your waist and place it carefully on the ground. A gesture of peace. He eyes your movements. "But..." you sit down on a nearby rock, [["Why do you care?"]] [if choose_bow] The glint in his eyes falters for a moment, his brow furrowing as you take your bow off your back and place it carefully on the ground. A gesture of peace. He eyes your movements. "But..." you sit down on a nearby rock, [["Why do you care?"]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “I don’t need to justify myself to a petty human,” Vanake starts, but you cut him off with a soft laugh and shake your head. [[“I don’t need justification,”]] you say as you search your pockets for a pipe. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You have no idea what kind of wisdom you are channeling here but somehow, it feels right. “Just trying to understand.” You light the pipe and smoke a few puffs. [[“I understand where your anger is coming from.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> He looks at you in disbelief. “I really do. It’s a sacred place, right?” You offer him the pipe. He blinks, nods, takes the pipe and sits down next to you. “I would be angry as well, but what I am wondering is… [[How long have you been holding this grudge?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> He doesn’t reply, so you add: “Not saying it with judgement, it just sounds very… tough.” He seems to shrink at the last word, an unbearable burden wearing him down. “It is….” He says, pain echoing in his voice. He takes a long puff from the pipe. [[“Aren’t you… tired?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> He rests his head on his hands, the pipe falling to the ground. An answer clear without words. You raise your hand to pat him on the back. [[“It’s okay.” ]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Everything is going to be ok.” He raises his eyes, the green emeralds glistening with pain, fear and desperation, the eyes of a lost soul. [[“How?"]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> "But that’s the beauty of it. Once you let go of what's bringing you down, you can reinvent yourself. You can be and do-” You squeeze his shoulders, “whoever and whatever you want.” His emerald eyes are overflowing now. [[“It’s never too late."]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> "You can still live. Not just exist.” You pull him into a hug, the smell of wet moss hitting your nose. [[“It’s not too late.” ]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Vanake lets go. His shoulders are shaking as years and years of pain, sadness, anger pour out of him. The emotions are so strong you can almost taste them on your tongue, and prickle at your own eyes. When he’s calmed down a bit, he pulls away from you. He seems younger and more alive. [[His eyes are hopeful. Determined.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “You’re right.” He stands up. “It’s not too late.” He takes your hand and shakes it with both of his. He turns and starts walking back towards the lake. His faint “Thank you, my friend.” still reaches your ears before he disappears. [[You smile, content and pride washing over you.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You did it. You actually did it. You can’t help but laugh from the relief. Everything worked out in the end. [[Wait...]] the joy in your chest is short-lived. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[Not everything]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[I’m still stuck here.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You sit back on the rock you had risen from in joy, now feeling defeated again. What are you supposed to do now? Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps once more, and Vanake reappears. “You helped me, I’m going to help you now,” he says with a smile and places both of his hands on your shoulders. [[A bright light surrounds you,]] and just like that, the world around you shifts. You close your eyes and when you open them again, you are surrounded by an unfamiliar, but peaceful place that wraps you in the warmth of safety and comfort. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[You’re in the future now,]] you realize and a big grin spreads across your face. You’re in the future, and things are looking up. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

Everything worked out in the end. [[And it did indeed.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

It’s 2004, Estonia has joined the European Union and instead of death, poverty and gloom on the streets, there’s hope and new opportunities. A brighter future. [[The end.->credits]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> [if choose_sword] The glint in his eyes falters for a moment, his brow furrowing as you take your sword off your waist and place it carefully on the ground. A gesture of peace. He eyes your movements. "But..." you sit down on a nearby rock, [["Why do you care?->ques2"]] [if choose_bow] The glint in his eyes falters for a moment, his brow furrowing as you take your bow off your back and place it carefully on the ground. A gesture of peace. He eyes your movements. "But..." you sit down on a nearby rock, [["Why do you care?->ques2"]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “I don’t need to justify myself to a petty human,” Vanake starts, but you cut him off with a soft laugh and shake your head. [[“I don’t need justification,->jus2”]] you say as you search your pockets for a pipe. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You have no idea what kind of wisdom you are channeling here but somehow it feels right. “Just trying to understand.” You light the pipe and smoke a few puffs. [[“I can understand your anger, I really do.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> You offer him the pipe and after a moment of hesitation, he takes it. “But what I don’t understand is why you are letting it consume you.” He frowns and you hasten to add a question so as not to upset him. [[“Let me ask you this,]] what do you do when you’re not here interrogating the city guards?” [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> He lets out a long puff before he answers: “Plotting my revenge. It needs to be perfect.” [[You just look at him.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “How long have you been plotting it?” “It has to be done right!” he says roughly, in an agitated voice. You get frustrated with him, “I know, I get it. But at what cost?” He looks at you in anger, but the flame behind his eyes has already diminished. [[He slumps beside you on the rock.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “Vanake…” you hesitate for a moment, but decide to say it after all. “You do know that Reval will never be ready, right?” He becomes stiff.You barely catch his next words: [[“What do you mean?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “I mean, there is no final brick that will declare the city done once put down. Before one building is finished, another one is already being built.” Vanake turns to look at you, his face unreadable. “It will just keep on growing,” you carry on, feeling pitiful for him, but you know he has to hear it or he’ll never let go. [[“It’ll never be done.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> He turns his glassy eyes from you, staring into the distance. Desperation and defeat is what you read from the atmosphere around him and his humped back. The air feels so heavy it becomes harder to breathe. [[“I’m sorry,”]] you can’t help but say, and as you’re raising your hand to offer a comforting hand to pat his back, he stands up. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> [[“You’re right,” he says flatly.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> “This has all been pointless.” With an unspeakable heaviness, he turns his back to you and starts moving back to the lake. [[“My whole life… wasted,”]] still reaches your ears as he disappears in the mist. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You stare at where he went, unsure what to feel. [[You did it?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[You won?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

Despite the victory, you feel anything but victorious. As you stand up, a wave of despair washes over you as you realize that even though you saved the city, you still couldn't save yourself. You’re still stuck in {reveal link: 'here.', text: 'here, [[where you don’t belong.]]'} [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

It takes you a moment until it fully hits you, upon which you decide to abandon your post, your sword and other guards, and instead make your way down the streets. [[You’re still stuck here.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

[[In this foreign time.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

[[And you have no idea how to get back to where you belong.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You stop in the middle of the street, unable to take another step because what’s the point but also unable to go back because… what’s the point? The mist is slowly clearing up, the street visible in all its ugliness, filth, rats and shadows. Everything’s visible. All is clear. [[A door creaks.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

[[Laughter reaches your ears.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You are standing next to a pub, where live music, drunken singing and laughter pours out the door as a drunken fella stumbles out. “Cheers, mate!” he says jollily before bending over and emptying his insides on the street. He swagger past you and disappears behind a corner. [[You can’t go forward, but you can’t go back either,]] so you step sideways. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

[[You enter the pub.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You make your way through the crowd. There’s music, laughter and shouting as people try to make themselves heard over the ruckus. [[You reach the bartender]] and throw some money on the counter. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

[[You drink]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

[[and drink]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

[[and drink some more.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

[[Until you’ve drank away all you got.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

The world blurry, senses numbed, you roam the streets. You find yourself, somehow, [[back at the lake.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

The other guards have awoken and they look at you in surprise as you stagger past them towards the edge of the lake. [[They call out to you but you ignore them.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[This stupid lake, you think.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[Why did it have to bring me here?]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[I don’t want to be here]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

Someone grabs your arm and in your attempt to push them away, you fall into the lake. [[Again.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[Dark.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

[[Cold.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

You wonder if you’re actually going to die this time. Your lungs [[burn.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

You sink deeper into the lake. You close your eyes. The numbness is consuming you. A twisted sense of peace washes over you, and you let yourself drift. [[Silence.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: linear-gradient(#00000b, #070625, #050b3d, #000d55, #000a6d, #000085) } [continued]

[[You did die this time.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight901.png") } [continued]

[[So did Vanake.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight901.png") } [continued]

But the city lived. Yes, the 90s were a difficult time, but Estonia pulled through. It joined Nato, the European Union, and instead of poverty and crime, hope and a brighter future roamed the city streets. {reveal link: 'You saved the city.', text: 'You saved the city. [[Could you save yourself as well?->credits]]'} [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight901.png") } [continued]

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{sound effect: 'trip'} You [[trip]]. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemiste90day1.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> Eventually, you relax your muscles and look at your feet, taking a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You feel a tear of sweat running down your sides. [[You were very clearly nervous about Vanake.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

[[Breathe out.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You [[open]] your eyes. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

You leave the cots, frantically searching for any sign of him. All you see is guards, and guards, and guards, [[and gu-]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

[[The Commander.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

Your legs do your thinking for you as you sprint towards the Commander. He doesn’t notice you right away - he’s talking his mouth off with his sheepish guards. You almost tumble into him. The guards point you out to the Commander as he [[still has not seen you.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

His eyes widen at your surprise run-up. “Oh golly! What are you doing, fellow?” He stands with his perfect posture, putting others to shame. This makes you mimic his body language as you take a deep breath before you speak. [[“I am in need of information about Toomas.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

His judging eyebrow raise makes you fidget. He waits for you to continue. You rub your wrists behind your back. “I-I..uhm I am looking for.. Thomas. He.. wasn’t present.. in our sleeping cots. Might you.. be aware of his whereabouts?” The guards behind the Commander have dispersed as you take shaky breaths. Where are the nerves coming from? [[He hasn’t responded.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You need to man up. So you do. “Do you know where Toomas is or not?” The Commander sniggers. “I am not your errand boy. You either find him yourself, or [[you leave me the fuck alone.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

He starts walking off. Your heart drops and freak out more. “I-I apologise Commander. I really do, I just really need to find him-” He stops to respond to you, “Why the rude attitude, guard?” You don’t know what to respond with. You knew the Commander is not someone to talk back to, but your nerves got the best of you. Quite frankly, you are still trapped in the past somehow. And now, this mysterious ‘drying of the lake’ will happen. [[Try to sweet talk him.]] [[Be straight-forward.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“I truly apologise, Commander. It was very rude of me to cause an unnecessary commotion and disobey your rules.” You try to sound as convincing as you can. You stand with your hands behind your back, standing strong on your feet. Your neck is tensing, from trying to hold the helmet on your head - it’s quite heavy, actually - and the stress of the situation. [[The Commander looks pleased.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“I need to meet with Toomas right away. This is an urgent matter. Are you aware of his presence anywhere?” The Commander steps right up to you, staring down your face. He is a bit taller than you, having to look up at him. His face is covered in anger, as if he could [[crush you on the spot.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Very well, guard. I expect this kind of behaviour from everyone. You have exceeded my expectations.” He replies to you, seeing a small smirk etch his face. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. That went down way easier than you thought it would. “Thank you, Commander,” you keep the bit up. [[“Now, guard, what did you wish to know?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You cough. “I wanted to know the whereabouts of guard Toomas? I wish to speak to him as soon as possible.” The Commander hums to himself, looking around. There is no immediate response, and you keep your silence, not wanting to disturb him. He just keeps looking around. He says nothing. It’s a little creepy at this point. You fear that saying anything will mess up any progress you have made, so you also say [[nothing.]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“Hm.” This is the only thing the Commander utters. You have to break the silence. [[“Yes, Commander?”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You keep your cool, not wanting to ruin the “friendship” you developed with him in the last five minutes. You take a deep breath to collect yourself. [[“Thank you for your help, Commander.”]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

You start to walk off before he interrupts you, “If you wish to know something, my other guards can also help you. See those two there? They’re one of my best. Go on, now.” He waves his hand in their direction before walking off. I guess I can trust the [[guards.->guards]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

He looks in your direction again. “I can’t seem to find any trace of Toomas. I’m afraid I can’t help you.” Your eyebrows raise dramatically. [[*You waited all that time for that response?*]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

{sound effect: 'creepy'} “This is the second time you have been disrespectful towards a high rank official. You are a rude, impudent guard! Why should I respond to you? Why should I not kill you this instant?” You are [[terrified.]] You let him continue. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

“I will not take this indecency. I will refuse to answer you about Toomas. Find out yourself, guard. This will have serious consequences.” The Commander walks off, leaving you in the dust, practically shaking in fear. You take a deep breath before noticing two guards. If you can’t find [[Toomas->guards]], then maybe they can help you out instead. [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/vanalinnnight.png") } [continued]

<div class="spacer"></div> <img id="character-portrait" src="Assets/Images/vanake_v4.png" /> <div class="content"></div> "I do not know who I am without it. Without this vengeance, this anger. It’s all I’ve known for such a long time.” You nod in understanding, but grasp both his shoulders to make sure he gets what you’re about to say. [[“I get it, I really do."]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/ulemistenight.png") } [continued]

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You approach the barman, shouting your question over the counter. He must have heard you enough, because he pointed towards a group of people near the back of the bar. As you get closer to them, you hear them [[discussing rumors of Vanake having visited again.->loony guy]] [CSS] #backdrop { background-image: url("Assets/Images/tavern27pixels.png") } [continued]

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