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A follow up to An Unexpectedly Green Journey, set more than a millennium after the events of the founding of the Green Empire. Playing the first game is not necessary but will add context.

In A SHRIEK OF ASH AND FIRE you play as a male or female tearaway at the tail end of adolescence, a petty thief running with the street gangs of Grandardagard, the vast capital of Ardland. The city is teeming with the ideas and products born from industrial revolution. Rumours abound of a new advisor guiding the hand of the unimpressive king, to clean up the city and embark on a ‘very certain future.’

Consider this large game a ‘heroic origins’ simulator. It is designed for exploration and replayability, where, in every path, we can learn more about the world and the events leading to its breaking. Rather than a single, huge story, the game is heavily branching to allow us to control how our MC rises from insignificance into someone of influence, someone who one day may be able to alter the balance in a continental war. We will craft our origins and put ourselves on the path of future legend.

A small confrontation leads to violence and banishment. You and your mates will find yourselves press-ganged into Zthullu, the dangerous ash continent to the west, potentially joining the crew of an immense ash crawler.

Here, untold mineral wealth waits for the daring and nefarious. But there’s also talk of revolution and war. Events tumble to a knife edge as the certainties of the past clash with utopian dreams of a future.

You, a mere street rat may play a pivotal role in events which will change the world forever…

This game takes a different approach from my previous one. Here, the narrative will be tighter, though you will get an immense amount of choice as you forge your reputation in Zthullu, in preparation for a life of banditry, wealth and influence, exploration or revenge.

As well as being influenced by the good old favourites, LOTR and Warhammer, there’s a dash of Mad Max and Immortal Engines to proceedings this time (maybe a bit of Dune sprinkled in for good measure).

RO Stuff

During their journey, your MC may find people they grow attached to, and there will be opportunities for amorous encounters. Some of these encounters may lead to relationships of a deeper, more meaningful magnitude, though life in Zthullu is a thing of suffering and survival. Attachments are often free-and-easy things born out of desperation. Apart from the Sniper, all ROs are potentially obtainable regardless of MC’s sex, though most are path-specific. There are also a few casual encounters thrown in, though of smaller consequence.

At present characters who are potential ROs, or at least those with possible ‘romantic’ encounters, are (this list may, and probably will, change while the game is developed):

The Sniper A potential new RO in the newest Patreon Update. Coireal the Siren Colonel Thrayton Free Agent, Man-Without-Title, Zuan Gibleti the Head Swab, and a goblin Avalina the Facilitator, the Basilisk-affiliated half-elf. Lady Evagrey the Younger Lord Evagrey the Younger Serafina

Released Interactive Fiction

Interactive Fiction at its most epic and brutal! An Unexpectedly Green Journey is an orc life-simulator, where, through 1.5 million words, you forge the orc of your dreams, and everyone else's nightmares.

OUT NOW!

Play the free demo below and find links to the full app on Steam, Apple, Android and Amazon:

An Unexpectedly Green Journey (choiceofgames.com)

Called stupid brutes, orcs are hated and looked down upon by all! If only an orc could unify the clans and turn the hordes against their enemies. Harness your might, and the power of gods and demons, to remake the world in the visage of an orc!

An Unexpectedly Green Journey is an interactive novel by James Isaac. It's entirely text-based—1.5 million words, without graphics or sound effects—and fuelled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Born in the baked, dusty plains, you emerge into a world of stagnation and decline. Orcs simmer in this backwater, a hopeless people dismissed as culturally stunted and irrelevant barbarians. Once, an age ago, orcs had the briefest glint of a place in the sun and held the continent of Behatland by the throat, only to fall before the united forces of the world. What hope have you to make something of your life beyond scrabbling for meagre survival?

But the fates have conspired and presented you with an opportunity. The elves are in perpetual retreat to match their ever-diminishing forests. The time of dwarven glory has long passed. The great human empire totters on the edge of decadence and the unravelling of the traditions of their ancestors. Demons tempt those of wayward faith. Worse, there are whispers and sightings of something far more sinister stirring in the Ashland to the west…

The world slumbers fitfully before the tantalizing tendrils of an encroaching nightmare. Someone needs to kick this world awake, wring its neck, roar in its face and hack at it with an axe before eating it! IT IS TIME FOR THE ORCS TO RISE AGAIN!

From the moment you first open your eyes to the instance of your last croaking breath, you will take the role of a mighty orc. Become anything from a bone-idle glutton, fit only to be forgotten, to the ruler of the greatest empire the world has ever seen. Wield your influence and connections to build great armies or a holy city. Usher in an age of peace or demonic devastation. Make a mess and eat a load of halfling offal!

Explore an open world full of danger, opportunity and adventure. Grow your orc through every stage of their life, from the moment of birth, through childhood to adolescence, from youth to maturity and, finally, into old age. Rise to become the chief of your tribe, the king of all orcs, or the emperor of an entire continent. Then face off against a final threat powerful enough to challenge even an emperor. Command vast armies, with a diversity of units, and crush dwarves, elves, humans and halflings too! Raid rival warbands riding atop your ferocious boar. Master the arts of a shaman. Wield the will and magic of the orc god to build and manage a Holy City and breach the realm of divinity. Succumb to temptation and devote your soul to the Powers Beyond and Below. Weave demonic taint across the world and burn it to a cinder as you become the Dark Lord itself. Devote your life to gluttony and join the fabled Big Bellies in epic feats of gut-busting consumption. Fight in arenas across the land to earn wealth and glory. Perhaps, one day, you will claim the title of Grand Champion. Join an adventuring guild and go questing with a party of brave heroes across the land. Or live a life of simple mediocrity and leave all the fighting to the stupid gits who want to die young.

20% Grub. 30% Glory. 50% Slaughter. 100% Orc.

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The Road Fleet has lost sight of the Despair’s Demise. Set up camp and await news as suspicions rise about this new land.

Depending on your choices, commit to Tinnafri, Zuan, Micraik or Chesucsi. Each has a new ‘big scene’ not shared across other paths.

The Basilisk path must come to terms with failing machinery and invasion. Escape with Avalina.

An extended scene, for those who get close to Avalina, has been added.

Cold Pact Reapers, Saints, or Firebrands find the Grey Torment rusting and decaying. Can they withstand the lingering curse of Malachar?

Cold Pact ROs include Pickles, Ironwill, Frans or Scram. Or, for non-Reapers, enjoy a night with the crew playing with ‘pastry zombies’.

Basilisk and, especially, Cold Pact paths can probe further into what awaits them…

Behold, the last of the ‘Love’ updates, for those who chose to be amorous. Otherwise, we can strengthen our bonds with our friends and crewmates. All paths for this and last month share a similar theme: a trap is placed around us that springs at the end of our selected route, though we experience it from slightly different angles.

Next month will be the ABHIDHAR update. Sera gets roped in, no matter what, although the outcome will depend on how deeply she has been corrupted. Some of us may, indeed, be the prime Abhidhar. For those who are not, we will witness terrifying events, including the invasion of our crawler or an attack on the Road Fleet.

Please report bugs and typos.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy it, though we totter on the edge of the Abyss.

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Please take into account that some RO scenes are shared between the Rebel and Royal paths and the scenes following the ‘morning after’, with minor differences.

This only affects the Royal Despair’s Demise Path.

If you are Revira’s Lady/Gentleman at Arms, find the crawler bewitched by her magic and rituals. She demands not loyalty born of duty but adoration.

On Revira’s path, she refuses to share you with anyone.

If you are Raith’s King’s Shadow, find the crawler given over to hedonism as the king opens the stores and demands celebration.

On Raith’s path, he requires your attention and, in your case, doesn’t want to share it.

If you are the Supreme Protector, you will hold a meeting and try to keep things together as Revira and her mysterious ally prowl the decks.

As the Supreme Protector, depending on choices, you can spend time with Sera, Sera and Coireal, Coireal, Gibleti or General Thrayton. Here, you do not have to have previously started an RO to pair up with Gibleti or Thrayton. Gibleti is not picky. The General admires your rise to the position of Protector. Or, spend an evening with your Roachpede pals

Please report any typos and bugs!

Glory to the King/Queen/Supreme Protector!

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This only affects the Rebel Despair’s Demise Path.

If you are the chancellor or a councillor, explore the Despair’s Demise as some folks give way to revelry, while others question their arrival in green lands as ‘too good to be true’.

Or be labelled a ‘pretender’ and rot in a cell.

Finally commit to an RO: Sera with Coireal, Sera alone or Gibleti.

Or, have a final knees-up with your Roachpede pals.

During the morning after, the green paradise finally shows its true colours.

Okay, so, like I said, I have multiple uploads for this month, since I had loads of time last month and released several Patreon updates. HG Forum must catch up!

I am uploading with a different fileset so as not to muck stuff up on the most advanced set. I hope this doesn’t lead to bugs. If so, let me know.

In general, please report any bugs or typos too!

Peace and love, ashland hippies!

As always, let me know if you have any comments or find any bugs and typos.

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I love how deeply you look into the characters you like in the games you play. I too am a fan of Quiet. Both of the possible snipers, Chesusci or Micriak, are unique. Chesucsi is certainly wilder and more competitive. She is a Scorned Elf female, conditioned to think of herself as better than mere males, although she is not of a particularly high position in her society.

Another scorned elf woman we can possibly get close to, though it involves our MC becoming a bit of a grovelling minion, is Revira Evagrey, who already has achieved a high position on the Despair's Demise. She and Chesucsi possess similar traits, although Chesusci operates from a position of captivity, at our MCs mercy, while we are, indeed, at Revira's mercy. I would say Chesucsi is more... redeemable.

With this first book, I most certainly cannot promise a joyful end... BUT, we may see a final glimmer of something more... empathetic in Cesucsi's eyes at the very end of Book 1. I can say that Book 2, depending on our choices, allows us to work towards an ending where happiness with those we love is a possibility.

Sorry if my english is bad :)

Thanks for messaging me! So glad you played and enjoyed it. Your English is absolutely fine.

A Shriek of Ash and Fire will be 2 books long. We are approaching the end of book 1 now, not long to go.

We will not be able to 'convert' the sniper in this book... But if we get close to them (SPOILER: and if we can forgive them for what they might be about to do!!!!), we will be able to turn them to our cause in Book 2.

Since this is a 2-part book... we can expect things to go very wrong, a bit of suffering, before we finish the first instalment. All the different paths will be brought together, so we will share an ending, although our choices will open up again, based on who we know and what paths we have chosen, in book 2.

Just recently, I have finished expanding the Road Fleet path. We will get our 'big ro scene' with the sniper here. It will be on Patreon later this month and free for everyone next month. I will post it on Tumble when it is out.

Patreon link, but it’s a freebie!

LINK

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The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No, I don’t wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) No, I don’t wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) With you, with you (This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

Highly advisable to start a new playthrough. Old saves will encounter errors.

Hi, saints, firebrands and reapers!

This is it, our final play to claim the Grey Torment. Not going to lie, the strike was child’s play compared to what’s coming.

We are gifted a semi-customisable companion. Pickles is given a body by Malachar to appease our MC.

We will discover the story behind Malacher and Signy.

Yet, the plot thickens. Whether to free the living folk from the clutches of the liches or to grab power for yourself, we begin to make our plans.

Depending on our path and who we have befriended, we travel through the crawler to build a force capable of storming the upper sanctums. Those who are enshrined will also be able to supplement their ranks with the undead.

Lead the attack on the upper sanctums, directing who will lead the ambush, who will storm in to hold the line, and who will rescue Zuan.

Finally confront Malachar… and be greeted with a somewhat unexpected last gasp.

Included are a huge number of typo fixes for earlier scenes and several bug fixes, a few major ones too.

Added a new section to the lore page on the stats screen: Find out about each of the known ash crawlers- and a few of the failures.

Now in the far reaches of Zthullu, Malachar is uneasy. The Cold Pact deplores his actions, whether he agreed to free the slaves or destroyed some of the phylacteries for a sudden boost in power, turning even some of the liches against him. He feels control slipping and needs to root out all discontent, using any leverage he can.

Perhaps, if he can destroy the Despair’s Demise, he can regain his high standing with the Council of Yonderfolde. But, to do so, the Grey Torment must be reliable; the denizens aboard, whether living or undead, must bow to his authority.

Alas, Malachar, there’s a young lad or lass from Grandardgard who has other ideas…

As always, let me know if you have any comments or find any bugs and typos.

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Either way, I'm really enjoying the story you create, can't wait to see how it all wraps up.❤️

EDIT: Ok, I forgot our goblin pal! Ok, the female side is unbalanced, and Fain and Fade will be put on hold for book 2, definitely now.

I know what you mean. On the Rebel route, we only have female ROs, which wasn't intentional, as I didn't plan the story in terms of that. But other routes provide more of a mix. We have one or two more female ROs (as planned, counting Fain and Fade, the Skaoi twins, as one, with the possibility of Ironwill), but Sera is probably the most developed since we knew her before our adventure began. Also, the Cold Pact is not a very romantic path, although we will be able to get closer to certain characters in upcoming scenes.

BUT the sequel, the final book, will introduce one more RO, who will be male. A very important RO at that. (I was going to introduce more, but I think one is enough, or else things would get... messy. Although plans do change.)

Edit: In addition to the new RO for the sequel, I could potentially include Small Paul here, provided he's not already involved. This would balance things out. With Book 1, I won't be adding more beyond those mentioned below, as it would involve loads of rewriting, and I am at the point where the end is in sight. But this is a good time to add to my plans for the follow-up.

We get to put Pickles, the ghost, in a body of our choosing, and the sniper will always be the opposite of our sex – there is a story behind this.

MALE

Thrayton

Zuan

Raith

Frans

Pickles (if we pick a male body)

Sniper (if we are female)

Possibly Scram (yet to be written)

FEMALE

Sera

Coireal

Revira

Tinnafri

Gibleti!!!! (forgot)

Avalina.

Pickles (if we pick a female body)

Sniper (if we are male)

Possibly Ironwill (yet to be written)

Possible Fain and Faid (yet to be written)

Originally, ROs were going to be far less of a focus, just people we met along the way. Some have now grown to be something more. The balance isn't perfect. Every path is intended to be an 'asymmetrical' experience. Also, not choosing an RO is valid.

LINK

2 million words! Some of these are comments and various clots of unused text throughout the scenes that need to be deleted once I am finished. Perhaps not a true 2 million, but just about.

Rebel Love, Update 22: 90K of new content.

This only affects the Rebel Despair's Demise Path.

If you are the chancellor or a councillor, explore the Despair's Demise as some folks give way to revelry, while others question their arrival in green lands as 'too good to be true'.

Or be labelled a 'pretender' and rot in a cell.

Finally commit to an RO: Sera with Coireal, Sera alone, or Gibleti.

Or, have a final knees-up with your Roachpede pals.

During the morning after, the green paradise finally shows its true colours.

Tomorrow, I will begin 'Royal Love'. I hope to get it out before the end of the month. This will deal with the aftermath of the royalist Despair's Demise arriving in green pastures and associated romance scenes. Some of the RO scenes will be virtually the same as the rebel ones. However, we will also get scenes with Thrayton and either Raith or Revira.

Peace and love, asland hippies!

I am still leaning towards the Thieves Guild DLC. BUT, I have had a little inspiration for a Greenburger Knight DLC. Originally, if I were to make it, it would have been a standalone DLC, with the MC born in Greenburg.

I have thought about this. If I were to write a Greenburger Knight DLC, I would start it in the Dust Clan. We know the Greenburger orcs envy their larger, wilder brothers in the west. At some point, before we reach full adulthood, a conniving orc can lead us astray and sell us off for quick loot.

This proper git doesn’t ask the reason; the allure of the shiny is enough. And he has told the gullible, frightened buyers that he is selling them a special orc, a very expensive orc, one who has a great future (not that he knows or cares; once you’re gone, you’re gone). But we are not sold to fiendish ne’er-do-wells; instead, to a party of Greenburg orcs seeking to bring their province glory. They plan to raise a wild orc and train him up to be the most fearsome, perhaps the most noble, of knights in the Grandardgardian Empire.

The poor Greenburgers, if dealing with a more honest orc, could’ve probably bought a field of baborcs for the loot they were prepared to spend. Instead, they have you, a savage, young brute from the Plains. Destined to don the rusty, ill-fitting armour of the Greenburger Knights (the cast-offs from knights of other provinces) and to ride a short-legged, though amazingly strong, donkey/pony, perhaps we can make the humies of the Empire take the orc province seriously.

I don’t really do snippets, since I concentrate on getting relatively substantial updates ready for the end of each month. But I did drop a snippet on my Patreon last month, when I was in a billing pause, and some may like a gander. This concerns the next update.

Here, our MC is given a vision just before the final events of the Cold Pact Path, before I start writing the concluding events for Book 1.

Some of you will easily guess whose mind we have been planted in here… But feel free to wonder. On the Grey Torment, in a place of unfeeling undeath, something quite poignant beats behind it all.

With a cold scalpel in your hand, you delve into the guts of a fresh corpse. Around you, other scholars do the same. The room is quiet, only broken by the shuffling steps of old Attendant Filip, waving his stick to correct imprecise incisions.

You glance out of the window set in the wall of the cloister. Outside, the snow is a smattering of white dust, caught in drifts and thickening as the slope of the mountain falls from view. There is someone there, a broad figure in a black fur cloak trudging purposefully. Something tells you not to look away, as if a mere outline snags at a raw secret inside, unknown even to you. When closer, the figure is revealed to be a young man, perhaps only a few years your senior.

Others turn away from their corpses to look. Lilines, the mousey woman next to you, exhales a nervous laugh. She pulls at the sleeve of your robe, though you have, of course, already noticed.

Destiny. Somehow, you just knew…

Suddenly, a cold ray of sun breaches the clouds, casting a spell of glittery gold across the approaching man’s mane. It is in this moment, when your breath quickens and when your heart pauses, that you know you must somehow speak to him. You must do so more than anything. The next feeling is more intriguing, and though your face heats, your blood calms. For the first time, you understand what those much wiser call the hand of destiny.

Destiny. Somehow, you just knew…

Letting in a gust of melting snow dust, the rickety door of petrified wood rattles open. In walks the broad man, so tall, undeniably strong, his sculpted body evident behind his robes. His face is fixed, serious as he scans the room. His sparkling blue eyes analyse and unpick… And he is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen…

“Scholars,” says old Attendant Filip, barely bowing due to his age and crooked spine and not due to disrespect. “Ascendant Petteri Malachar is here for his final preparations before his initiation into the Mortal Sages. Rarely have those so young earned the right to even attempt such a thing. We shall make his stay comfortable and aid his studies in any way he deems necessary.”

“Hail to the Sage Council,” the scholars respond, crossing their arms over their chests and bowing. You do the same, though your eyes do not lower to the floor but stay fixed on the beautiful man.

He says nothing, only sweeps his gaze across the corpses. Until… his eyes find yours. And he doesn’t look away…

In your mind, a voice, deep, firm, but not cold, sounds. Yes, not cold, surprisingly warm. Not warm… It is a voice of fire. “We damn the gods, but now I believe in angels.”

The words are cheap, but they echo with astounding sincerity. This little jest, this discrete mental communion, let it be your first shared secret. Let it be one of many…

Destiny. Somehow, you just knew…

And then you find yourself in another place, at the top of a tower perched on the highest peaks of the mountains. The lone window looks out onto a world of wild, whipping white. Petteri sits on a stool, his back pressed against you as you draw the razor across his scalp, mournfully watching the last of his golden hair fall into a bowl of water.

But you are so proud, so proud it stings. He has defied all their expectations. Your Petteri has become the youngest Mortal Sage. He is brilliant, brimming with ideas, unbowed by the ancient ones whose minds have calcified.

Gently, you place the razor on the table behind you and dry his scalp with a towel. “Petteri, your mane was like the sun, but without it, you more resemble one of the moons.”

He snaps up to his towering height, spinning to wrap his arms around you before planting his lips firmly against yours. Part of you melts and dies inside the warm pool of sensations that can only be your soul, as always happens when your flesh meets his. When he pulls back, his eyes, the colour of the sky, hold you frozen.

“Hmm.” Petteri smiles, though it is a simple smile, contained, calming. His hands drift down your shoulders to rest upon your belly. “Soon, you will show. You know where to go?” You manage a nod, your hands clamping over his and pressing them tighter against where you imagine your child’s heart beats.

“All is taken care of, but none can know, or we three will be damned.” His voice vibrates through your bones. The secrets, they bind you both; they are your chains, chains you willingly wear.

“I will write. Often. And, when the time comes, I will call for you. You will rise with me, a lich and his angel.”

Deep down, you know you’re both fools, but love is a land of fools, and all the better for it. Your heart swells, and your eyes wet with thoughts of his absence. But Petteri’s love is true, and his promises to you are unbreakable.

Surely, a love like this will carry beyond the grave…

Hi to all those fighting against ‘the Man/Woman’ – or those who are indeed the ‘Man/Woman’.

It’s been brewing for a while, and now it boils over. The slaves throw down their tools and declare a strike just when the Grey Torment needs them the most.

As a slave, all your hard work in gaining allies and advantages comes to fruition. Become free workers and put your lives on the line for the sake of your ideals.

Or, as an Enshrined, a legionary or a Yonder, put down the strike or provide solidarity for the movement.

Regardless of your actions, you will be made an offer. Will you choose power over the lives of the downtrodden? Are you really willing to see the slaves slaughtered as a blood sacrifice and claim their murdered souls as your own?

During the chaos, before the walls of Fort Ard, Zuan plays his hand and summons the Abhidhar…

Squashed a few bugs and corrected some typos.

Added a few paragraphs at the very start of the game for foreshadowing, something the concluding segments of the game will call back to. A small change, but it will add a narrative thump to the ending.

Huge amounts of typos and several bug fixes.

Big things are going down this month. One way or the other, the liches will be forced into mass slaughter – not only of the slaves but also of the dwarves who support them – or they will free their slaves. Both will put them at odds with the dictates of the Cold Pact.

The consequences will be profound, and you are at the centre of it all.

As always, please report any bugs and typos.

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No question, just tons of praise. Thank you for creating a world that I can't help but get lost in ❤️

Wow! Such a great message! :D You know, I'm so happy you like A Shriek of Ash and Fire. I am aware that many were disappointed it was not focused on orcs. I wanted to expand the world and try something a little different – well, tonally, very different, since, as an orc we could see things much more simply, perhaps, in a strange way, more honestly. But absolutely, it is part of the world the Green Emperor created.

The shape of the world, in Shriek, has much to do with the fall of the Green Empire and the repercussions of this. The empire stood for 4 centuries, which is no mean feat. I mean, think of human empires, which just had to contain humans, with all our arguing. Then imagine an empire which had dwarves, elves, halflings, goblins and humies, plus more orcs. In many ways, the Green Empire, by shattering every old boundary and causing vast movements of peoples, forced the old states to change when they re-emerged from its ashes.

I hope that when Shriek is done, it will add more depth to the world of Krog Pile overall. There will be a Book 2 to Shriek to finish off the story (as long as the first isn't a massive flop and isn't hated). Later, I will make a third story for the Krog Pile arc, which will be set during a spacefaring age.

In between Book 1 and 2 of Shriek, I plan to write a short non-connected IF, just as a palate cleanser. Then, a DLC for Green, another short work, both of which I can get done in a matter of months or so. Then, part 2 of Shriek.