Dungeon Train: A Lore-Rich Roguelite RPG Adventure

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> The train is a curious thing.
> Some call it mutli-dimensional.
> A carriage adrift in liminal space and time.
> Others, a dungeon crawler with a view.
> An escape from reality.
> A madman once claimed it a physics mod.
> Sable-built. Endless.
> Dreamed up by an award-winning hand.
> Does the answer change the ride?
> You'll have time to decide. The ride is long.

> It wants, I think.
> Some say its loot —
> infinite, and never the same twice.
> Others say a lesson.
> A moral, drip-fed
> between the characters,
> the lore,
> the ever-harder enemies.
> Me?
> I think it only wants
> the right questions.

> Others.
> Or things shaped like them.
> They wear the faces of people —
> not quite.
> Some are kind.
> Some would see you gone.
> Some never know you were there at all.
> You will not meet the same one twice.
> Then again...
>
> The old riders call speak of echoes.
> Echoes of those who passed before.
> Echoes of strangers long gone.
> And sometimes —
> an echo of yourself.
> I try not to look too closely.

> Depends who you ask.
> Some speak of loved ones.
> A place called home.
> Other treasure.
> Many simply green fields. Lush forests.
> Endless desert. The dark depths.
> Fewer speak of fire. Of voids without end.
> A Kingdom of Candy.
> Beyond the worlds boarder.
> Escape.
>
> Fewer still speak of the Creator —
> The request he makes,
> asked only in death.
> They say his passion will not let him rest.
> That he listens to anyone
> with a word to offer.
>
> Some practice ancient rituals
> in attempt to reach him.
> They speak of "discord linking."
> A summoning, of sorts.
> A gathering place
> beyond the train,
> where the living and the Creator
> trade words.
>
> They say he answers there.
> That he takes every offering —
> every idea, every grievance, every prayer —
> and folds it back into the train.
>
> If you have a word to give,
> speak it.
>
> Personally,
> I stopped believing in the destination.
> Only the journey remains.
> Perhaps that was the point.


~Signed, Faulthurst