Legend of Grimrock: Destiny's Chance.

[Sir Tawmis]

New story header when I begin the LOG2 portion...

[Dr.Disaster]

OMG! You killed Kenny .. err .. Silvertan! You ..

[AnnElfwind]

Wow, new story poster. Looks cool!

[Sir Tawmis]

OMG! You killed Kenny .. err .. Silvertan! You ..

I am quite the b@$t@rd, eh? I wasn't aware you were reading the story too?

Wow, new story poster. Looks cool!

Yes! I was able to find out what Grimrock uses for a font, so I figured I'd update it to the cover image used for the site, with the same portraits of the characters (shame those same photos are not in LOG2, with some updates).

[uggardian]

I, too, have been reading your story since you started, but I mostly prefer lurking in the shadows..
Anyways, couldn't agree more with AnnElfwind, amazing. I just love the characters.
I've actually been considering the possibility of writing my own fan fiction, but I haven't found time for it yet.
Maybe I should first complete the game?

Also, bear form potions. Please make someone drink one along the way.

[Sir Tawmis]

I, too, have been reading your story since you started, but I mostly prefer lurking in the shadows..

Nothing wrong with that! But I admit, I enjoy hearing that folks are still reading the story! That really makes me smile!

Anyways, couldn't agree more with AnnElfwind, amazing. I just love the characters.

Thank you! I have let each of them develop on their own. I had a very basic idea for each one; and let the story unfold and let them tell me their story!

I've actually been considering the possibility of writing my own fan fiction, but I haven't found time for it yet.

I think you should do it! You could always do what I do with this story. Zero planning. Just write whatever comes to mind. It's an excellent way to force yourself to be creative on the spot without the concern of drawing out storyline plots, and what should go where - by the time you've done all that, you're too worn out to do a story! Or as you start, you think of a new idea, and begin reworking the story lines you plotted out. The "on the spot" writing avoids all that - make your brain be creative then and there! No pressure of existing storylines, how to get to specific points, etc! Each segment just continues to add to the previous, with no real, clear plan of what's going to happen next!

(Mind you, I don't recommend doing this for all writing... but if you find yourself short on time, these "story bursts" may be the cure for itching that creative desire!) When you DO have time, or have a REAL story planned; I do indeed, recommend, character notes, story notes, chapter plans, etc!

Maybe I should first complete the game?

Well I got all the way to the Undying One and realized I messed up, and thus couldn't beat him. Set the game aside for a long time. Got a new computer, did away with the old, and realized I had lost all my save games in the process (I hadn't thought things through when I got rid of the old computer!) So I began replaying LOG1, but have not yet officially defeated the Undying One. (Now LOG2 has come out, I have actually begun playing that!) I used the Legend of Grimrock Wiki to jog my memory of the various monsters in LOG1. And, as you can clearly see - the story is written out of sequence of how the game actually flows, and I took a lot of liberties (like with the fight against the Undying One), explained things (like torches burning forever as long as they're mounted on the wall, etc)! All of that, unofficial, of course, but fun, creative elements to the story that came to me as I was writing! (Naturally, if Almost Human is ever looking for someone to do backstory on anything - I'd jump at the chance!)

Also, bear form potions. Please make someone drink one along the way.

I think that could be possible!

[AnnElfwind]

I just thought of something... Did any of them actually fall down a pit in the story so far?
If not, that could be an interesting segment too.

That is, if there are pits in LoG2? But I'm guessing there are.

[Sir Tawmis]

I just thought of something... Did any of them actually fall down a pit in the story so far?
If not, that could be an interesting segment too.

That is, if there are pits in LoG2? But I'm guessing there are.

There's definitely pits in LOG2! So yeah, that's something I will have to try and put into a story as well!

[LordsWeapon]

My name is Tawmis Sanarius.

And my life may soon be over.

Three nights ago, I would not have seen myself where I am now. Aboard an airship headed for Mount Grimrock. Three nights ago, I was enjoying the fine company of strong beverages and scantily dressed women. Through somewhat bleary eyes, brought on by the intoxication that flowed through my blood, I watched a Lizard Man slip into the bar; its beady eyes scanning the room. Whoever he was – he was a rogue, that much I was certain. He was looking for an easy target to get his reptilian fingers into their purses and relieve them of their coin. I smiled, because whatever was going to happen next was going to be entertaining. I nudged Taren Bloodhorn, my closest – actually, my only friend. A towering grey minotaur, with muscles that rested on top of muscles; every breath he took, his entire chest seemed to come alive with rippling muscles. The ladies of ‘The Fallen Star’ enjoyed that. Some would consider unusual that human females would partake in … encounters… with minotaurs. Here, that was never questioned. Probably why Taren loved this place.

Taren’s nostrils flared in amusement, as we both watched the Lizard Man move through the crowd. Though they were humanoid in appearance, with their lizard heads, scales and claws, they seemed to possess every trait of every reptile. Whether it was trying to climb a wall, or slither and squeeze in between impossibly small spaces.

I put my mug down when I followed the lizard’s gaze. This was going to go poorly. A side glance to Taren, and he recognized the problem that was about to escalate. “It’s none of our concern,” his deep voice growled. “Sit back and enjoy the ale and the women.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s getting into,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

The reptilian’s target is none other than Boris Thunkal. A brute. An idiot. But also one of the King’s Men.

The King’s Men are handpicked Knights from the King’s general soldiers. The King’s Men are also the most trusted men among the King. The only ones who are allowed to guard him from within his tower. By law, the King’s Men are not permitted in ‘The Fallen Star’ because it is an ‘unsavory’ place. But I do believe Boris spends as much time as I do here; if not more. And it’s not to arrest people. (Although come to think of it, it might involves some role play of him ‘arresting’ some of these fine women of the evening). Despite the law, Boris enjoys the company of the women of ‘The Fallen Star’ and everyone here knows he’s one of the King’s Men, and he throws his weight (which there is plenty of, around that rotund waist of his!) around, like he owns the place. I wouldn’t say I hate Boris; but I would certainly chalk it up for a very strong and very passionate dislike of the man.

Unfortunately, the reptilian has mistaken Boris’ general idiotic attitude for drunkenness; which means, when the reptilian reaches for Boris’ coin pouch, the dumb lizard is going to get caught, and there’s going to be a huge scene.

So I stand and make my way towards Boris. Taren sees me making my way and shakes his head, “Pardon me, ladies,” he said with the booming voice, to each woman sitting on his lap. “With any luck I shall return.”

As I had predicted, as the reptilian reached for Boris’ coin pouch to cut it; Boris felt the cold claws on his pouch and screamed, “Thief!” Immediately, the other members of the King’s Own stood up.

“Hold it,” I said, patting Boris on the shoulder. “Let me buy you a drink. The reptilian meant no harm. He was snagged on your pouch – you know, those scales get caught on anything – and was just trying to free himself.”

“Wait! Where’s my coin purse?” one of the other King’s Own called out. Boris spun and ripped open the reptilian’s cloth vest; and the sound of a coin purse, with the King’s marking on it, feel to the ground.

I watched the coin bag fall. I watched Boris’ eyes go to the reptilian then to me.

“Dung,” I muttered. I knew what was coming next.

I heard Taren roar and charge on of the drunk guards who had stood to arrest both the reptilian and myself (thinking me an accomplice). Boris turned to me and drew his blade, but my closed fist came across the bridge of his nose with incredible force. He reeled back, his hand over his nose. “You bwoke mife nwose,” he said as blood poured between his fingers.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it’s just I don’t take kindly to being arrested again,” I said, and punched him again, sending him swirling to the ground. Unfortunately, this gave the other King’s Own a chance to come up behind me.

The last thing I heard, before I blacked out was the sound of shattering glass on the back of my skull.


This would be no ordinary crime. We had assaulted the King’s Own, which by law, was an assault on the King himself.

When we were brought before the King, Boris had explained that the King’s Own had been on patrol through Curvia (which was the high end of town), when they had heard noises. Upon investigating, they reported that they had caught us trying to break into the home of Houralus Survine, one of the Royal Men of Curvia. I shook my head.

When the King asked for our version of what happened, I explained the truth. Of course, there would be no one to back up our story – not even if they brought in people from The Fallen Star (not that they ever would; the Heavens forbid such ‘unsavory’ people taint the King’s palace just to verify a thief’s tale). The King naturally sided with the King’s Own; to do otherwise would indicate that the King had fallible judgment when selecting the King’s Own. But I saw it in the King’s eyes; when I described breaking Boris’ nose, the King could barely contain his smile.

Without a doubt, the King had selected Boris, but didn’t care for Boris’ attitude, and perhaps even knew that we were telling the truth. By the grace of the King, our ‘sins’ were forgiven – but it would still be up to the gods to determine if we were guilty or not. “I now sentence the four of you,” I heard the King say. Four? I looked over and saw an insectoid, whom I did not recognize. “To be thrown into Mount Grimrock. If the gods deem that you are absolved of your sins, you shall survive as you work your way from the top of Mount Grimrock down to its base, where the only exit is known to exist.”

Boris seemed as though he might protest the fact that we were given – no matter how slim – a chance to live. However, the King’s scolding looked silenced the arrogant guard.

As they chained the four of us and escorted us aboard an airship, I looked to the insectoid. “How did you get involved in all of this?”

“When –tic!- the guard struck you –tic!- from behind,” the insectoid said through its mandibles. “I –tic!- cast a blinding flash –tic!- behind his eyes! I tried to –tic!- heal you, but –tic!- was overcome.”

“I thank you for your effort,” I said. “The minotaur over there is Taren Bloodhorn. I’m sorry you’re in this mess with us.”

“It was –tic!- my choice. I have observed –tic!- the King’s Own, namely the Boris gentlemen –tic!- and seen how he treats non-humans –tic!- with extreme prejudice. I was honored to –tic!- fight with you for as long as I lasted. My name –tic!- is Blaz’tik.”

I looked at the lizard man, who had remained quiet. “Can I get the name of the man for who I may die for?”

The Lizard Man looked up, “My name is Silvertan,” he said, his ‘s’ coming out in long hisses. “I did not ask for your help.”

“Well, I wasn’t about to let you get thrown in a prison to rot,” I smiled. “Besides, I was looking for a reason to break Boris’ nose.”

From the front of the airship, I saw Boris turn and give a scowling look.

In the distance, I could see it. Even as the airship struggled to gain altitude in the storm clouds.

Mount Grimrock.

My name is Tawmis Sanarius.

And my life may soon be over.

Three nights ago, I would not have seen myself where I am now.

To Be Continued?

VERY VERY KICK ASS,, NICE WORK!

[Sir Tawmis]

My name is Tawmis Sanarius.
And my life may soon be over.
{Snip!}
To Be Continued?

VERY VERY KICK ASS,, NICE WORK!

Thank you very much! If you continue reading the story, would love to hear feedback, questions, comments, and yes even complaints!

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