THOSE DIVINE FEW

THE STORY OF THE LEVEL

The level featured in this demo is a proof-of-concept version of a level that would be featured in a full release, titled Agony in Andenmos.

Jerbulcha, having felled four of the lesser Gods, is being taken more seriously as a threat. Tempus Angustia, the incarnation of suffering, has sent the Messenger Goddess to make an offer. In the town of Andenmos, Tempus Angustia has Jerbulcha's mentor; a man named Harrab. Should the child slaying the God's kind bow down and die before the deity, Harrab shall be set free.

However, Jerbulcha is never one to back down from stopping that which isn't right. A strong moral compass has always been ingrained deep within, and strengthened by her mentor. Moments after the departure of the Messenger Goddess, with the vision still fresh in her mind, Jerbulcha makes her decision. She will kill this greater God as she has the others who are terrorizing her world; and she'll save Harrab from it's grip.

CONTROLS

Keyboard

Move using the arrow keys or WASD

Hold the shift key to sprint

Tap the control key to evade 

Tap the spacebar to jump

Press the tab key in combat to lock on, use the Q and E keys to cycle through targets

Left mouse click to light attack, up to three in a combo

Right mouse click to heavy attack, up to three in a combo

CONTROLLER
*Please note UI must still be navigated using a mouse*

Move using the left stick, move the camera with the right stick

Hold the right trigger to sprint

Press B/CIRCLE to evade

Press A/CROSS to jump

Press X/SQUARE for a light attack, up to three in a combo

Press Y/TRIANGLE for a heavy attack, up to three in a combo

Press the left bumper to enable lock on, left and right on the D-Pad to cycle targets

FEATURES

Target Lock system

Multiple Enemy Types (Two in Demo)

Multiple weapons to choose from, each offering different stat boosts

Upgradeable weapons at the town blacksmith

Healing items from Inventory page

Attack multiplying items from Inventory page

CREDITS FOR ALL 3D MODELS, SOUND EFFECTS, AND MUSIC CAN BE FOUND  HERE

THE LORE AND PROLOGUE OF TDF (For those who are interested)

In the world of Sonsir, Gods roamed freely. Beings with no discernible origin, seemingly created at the dawn of time; alongside the planets, alongside the stars, alongside life itself... The world was theirs. Utterly and unequivocally theirs. Even as life grew, and became intelligent, the Gods refused to yield. They kept the people of Sonsir in check so that they may be the only who knew might. Never would a lesser species such as those who walked the land beneath them become any kind of equal.

Aside from one God, however, who saw all life as deserving of respect. The Goddess of Justice, Aventus, who decided she would seal away all the other Gods. In secret, she built an army of these lesser life forms, those who called themselves human, and she garnered power. Then; the powers shifted. She lured all the Gods deep into a forest, and she used her power, along with the power that came from the humans wishes of equality, and forced the Gods beneath the earth. She sealed them deep underground, so that they could never hope to free themselves. Not so long as she held onto power herself.

So she did. She lived as a human as well, storing her power the whole year round until she would return to the forest, and loose it all upon the seal to reinforce the magic and ensure the vicious Gods of old would forever be stuck to rot.

However, as thousands and thousands of years passed, humans forgot of the Gods. They became legend. And with no greater life to fear, the people of Sonsir became arrogant. They grew selfish. If they were the most superior of life forms, why should they treat the animals as equal? The trees? The grass? Why should all life be held as sacred if all life is not created equal to begin with? And so, as this mindset spread like wildfire, Aventus felt her powers becoming weaker and weaker with each passing decade. Until one year, she loosed her store upon the seal, and the cracks didn't entirely patch. The era of peace she had created had reached it's end. Sooner or later, the Gods would have to die. And she would be the first.

Aventus found a man she could love, one who still held fast to the morality passed down through his family for generations. Those with the strength to protect others had a duty to do so; to live in any other way was to waste the strength gifted to them by the gods. And how true that statement was. This man, Harrab, was a descendant of the God of Strength, a bloodline from the Gods many conquests over human women to prove his might. Aventus disclosed this onto him. She disclosed her intentions from the beginning. To Harrab, she told that she knew this man was one she could love, for they were of the same heart.

Aventus and Harrab had a baby shortly after, and alongside a new life, their plan to end the Gods began that day. Harrab was not Jerbulcha's father, but her mentor. That was the world the Godly-Born child would know. Shortly after the birth of the infant, Aventus followed through on her intent, and became the first God to die. From then on, Harrab told Jerbulcha she was placed on his doorstep one morning, and he chose to raise her. With his own strength, not that of a God but far beyond that of his fellow man, he was the perfect teacher for Jerbulcha. Harrab could take the hits from her that no other person would survive, and he could dish out hits that could at least begin to prepare her for the pain she would one day face. 

As Jerbulcha grew, both in age and in combat prowess, he decided she was ready to find out about her purpose. The half-truth of it, at least. Harrab lead her to the seal, now a crackling pyre of magic and torn asunder earth as the Gods clawed ever closer to release. He told her, "Jerbulcha. It is my sacred duty to watch over this land. Beneath it slumbers the Gods of old. However my body grows old," and it was, in fact, growing old; grey having overtaken the previously ginger beard that adorned his lower face. "You must take my place. Return to this land every morning before our training. A day will come, perhaps soon, perhaps not so soon that you yourself will have to choose a successor, when the Gods are free. They will tear Sonsir to pieces and swallow the remains as vengeance should they return to power. You must promise to me that you will kill them before they grow to such a state."

And looking into her mentors tired, old eyes, the eyes of the only father figure she had ever known, the women nodded solemnly. "I promise, Harrab. I will make you proud."

Another decade passed, and Jerbulcha grew to be a young woman, training just as hard every day after she ensured the Gods had not fallen upon the world overnight. Without fail, her routine was the same; aided by Harrab whose body was now aging beyond the point that he could train with her each day. And in her mind, it was a pleasant life.

Of course, all good things must then come to an end. One morning, as she meandered her way through the forest path, she heard it. A  deep bellowing roar that rippled across the land and shook the birds from the trees. The ground itself threatened to cave to the demands of this cry, as it rumbled and cracked away from the source. As the earth ran from it, Jerbulcha broke off in a full sprint to find what she already knew. The seal was shattered. The Gods of old were free from their prison, ripping themselves from their home within the dirt. The odds seemed insurmountable. At least a dozen. There was no chance she could fight all of them at once. She had to make a choice. She had to take the chance. Jerbulcha, in that split second, came to the decision she would fight each of the Gods one on one; she prayed that she could fell each and every one before they grew as strong as Harrab feared. 

"Disgusting creatures of immortal flesh!" Her own tone was bellowing, once again sending any cautious birds who had returned to their branches to flight. "Hear my declaration of war! I am the defender of Sonsir; it's one defense against the beings of legend! And it is by my hand you will be slain!" With a mighty battle cry, she took one of her curved blades that covered the entirety of her fists, and whipped it across the sky like a discus. A sickening shlick splattered crimson across the dirt and trees as the blade buried itself in the nape of a God. Slowly, the being turned around. While the others trudged away, not so much as paying a single thought to the words of a mortal woman, this one God was forced to offer it's attention. Towering above her, twice her height at least, it approached. Reaching to the side, without peeling it's single eye from the insect that dared to harm it, long fingers furled around the bulk of a tree and ripped it from the ground so that it had a weapon of it's own.

The voice that came from it's lips was nothingness. Deep, breathy rumbling that seemed more like a rockslide than a coherent piece of speech. And yet Jerbulcha understood the meaning as if she had spoken this way as well for all her days. The God stood tall, ready to fight, and it told her:

"Die."

Beginning of the game's first chapter: The Death of Peace