The Rise of Evil Incarnate

In a wondrous land, full of magic and mystery, a mysterious darkness begins to engulf the world, and a great and powerful evil called ‘Maniakal‘ reveals itself as the source of the chaos and destruction, transforming the land and twisting the creatures into dark and sinister versions of themselves. To combat this ominous force and impending doom, an assembly of the most powerful elemental mages from citadels of magic across the world is called forth to determine a course of action.

The result of that convention was the decision to build a mighty golem, towering some 20 feet tall and constructed of the strongest materials known, to house the full force of the combined wizards power. Built to withstand incredible damage and to deal the same, forged by dwarves, elves, and wizards alike, and imbued with the mightiest magics imaginable, the golem would then march into the heart of the Citadel of Darkness to confront the source of evil, and destroy Maniakal at any cost.

The Invasion of Maniakal

In a wondrous land, full of magic and mystery, a mysterious darkness begins to engulf the world, and a great and powerful evil called ‘Maniakal‘ reveals itself as the source of the chaos and destruction, transforming the land and twisting the creatures into dark and sinister versions of themselves. To combat this ominous force and impending doom, an assembly of the most powerful elemental mages from citadels of magic across the world is called forth to determine a course of action.

The result of that convention was the decision to build a mighty golem, towering some 20 feet tall and constructed of the strongest materials known, to house the full force of the combined wizards power. Built to withstand incredible damage and to deal the same, forged by dwarves, elves, and wizards alike, and imbued with the mightiest magics imaginable, the golem would then march into the heart of the Citadel of Darkness to confront the source of evil, and destroy Maniakal at any cost.

At once, the mage of elemental light knows what has transpired here, for she senses the great strength of elemental magic within this being.

The mage beckons the creature forward. “Please”, she says. “Do not be afraid.”, and she beckons him to come closer. “You are the last light of hope in a world descending into eternal darkness”. Another blast of powerful magic rocks the chamber, and stones and wood beams snap and crumble from above. Another mage falls, and the darkness begins to fill the room, creeping into the adjoining chamber.

She continues, “We’ve not much time left, little one. You must heed my words.”

A blast of magic flashes in the next room and a billow smoke drifts across the ceiling into the adjoining chamber as Maniakal engages the fifth and sixth mage. It does not take long for the first of them to fall.

The mage of elemental light looks desperately at the bewildered pillow, “You must gather your strength and defeat Maniakal and his horde, or all will perish.”, she continues as more debris falls from the ceiling, “You may be small, but you possess incredible powers you have yet to realize. Use whatever weapons and magic you can find in this quest, to drive back the evil that invades our realm.”

“It is the very purpose for which you were created.”

The pillow looks down to either side, acknowledging its apparent lack of hands. Another section of ceiling falls, revealing a gaping hole in the roof and the night sky beyond.

“Ah, yes”, the mage nods. She looks around for a moment as a flash of magic and acrid smoke from the room nearby chokes the area. Then, under great apparent strain, she levitates a pair of cotton gloves on a nearby desk to float in circles over Sak’s head for a moment before snapping down into place at its sides. The pillow, looking quite surprised, stares down at the new appendages, turning his hands over in awe before turning its attention back to the mage. Another scream from beyond the room, and the sixth mage collapses, his spirit torn from his body.

Maniakal begins to drift toward the adjoining chamber tentacles ahead of him crawling over every surface. The tower begins to shake and everywhere sections of roof are falling. The floor is collapsing in places and intense multi-coloured flames rise up through swiftly-forming cracks in the floor. The mage of light, sensing the imminent danger, quickly turns to the slightly confused but very determined-looking pillow. “Save our world… your world.” She gestures toward him and the pillow begins to glow, tendrils of sparkling light swirl up and around him, forming a bright ball which swiftly contracts around him before launching upwards and out of the growing hole in the ceiling.

The mage of elemental light slumps back, and then turns her gaze defiantly toward the door as Maniakal finally breaches the room. He glowers at her for only a moment before curling his long black fingers up into a fist as sharp-looking tendrils of darkness flow up into the room, up and around her, piercing her flesh and tearing her spirit, and the crystal necklace, from her body. A ghostly, wraith-like form rises from the mage as her body slumps to the floor, lifeless.

Maniakal turns and drifts calmly towards the entrance side of the room, where a magical gateway appears, and he strides toward the portal glancing around at the mages drifting around the room. “Do not despair, my brothers and sisters. I’ll not abandon you so quickly.”, Maniakal laughs evilly, and drifts through the yawning mouth of the portal. The tentacles of darkness too, retract back through the gate behind the imposing figure, dragging the wraith-like spirits of the mages into the gate with them. The gate snaps shut with a crackle of dark energy and the echo of Maniakal’s laughter fades. The tower begins to collapse.

Several leagues away from the battle, a high-pitch scream trails in from high in the darkening sky and the pillow lands, heavily for a cushion of any kind, in the canopy of a dense forest, crashing through several branches to land in the clearing below.

A large break in the trees to the north frames a tragic scene of fire and destruction as the Citadel of Light collapses in the distance. The pillow struggles to stand and turns to watch, awestruck, as the top half of the citadel collapses into the lower halls, detonating in a massive flash of light. A low rumbling tears across the sky as storm clouds coalesce overhead and a light rain begins to fall. The flames and clamor of battle in the distance fade swiftly in the growing darkness as night closes upon the realm. The pillow, confused and alone, staggers over to a dry hollow in a large old tree nearby, curls up inside out of reach of the rain, and falls asleep.

[It is here that the subconscious tale of SAK’D begins (the first game), descending into the Realm of Dreams]

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SAK’D: The Rise of Maniakal (Sequel Begins)

The pillow awakens the next morning to the sound of birdsong, wearily crawls from the safety of the hollowed tree and examines the surroundings. Butterflies flit by and sunbeams dance through the leaves on the dew-covered grass and across the colourful flowers dotting the edge of the clearing.

The ruins of the citadel still smolder on the horizon, and the pillow without a name [Sak doesn’t officially even get a name until the events that transpire in SAK’D: The Rise of Maniakal] sets out on the adventure with a sense of wonder, leaving the solace of the clearing for the forest and the unknown beyond.