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Realms Of Quest for the VIC 20
Released
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Enter Realms of Quest III, the
computer game that offers you the
chance to assemble a party of six
adventurers who undertake heroic acts
in a vast world of deep dungeons to
explore, fantastic creatures to fight
you, and treasures to be won.
The adventure is not for the faint of
heart, it is a challenging but
rewarding experience. You are invited
to discover for yourself the
following features that await you in
this grand computer role playing game
for the Commodore VIC-20*:
* 12,000+ lines of assembly language,
compiled into a fast and responsive
game-playing experience.
* An easy to understand, intuitive,
user-friendly menu system and
interface.
* Multi-colour graphics along with a
3D first person perspective whenyou
explore the underground dungeons
* Over 70 monsters, where each of
them is represented with it's own
portrait during combat.
* 40 magic spells, 8 races, 8 classes
and many different weapons, armour,
potions and special items.
* In-context game music, a "surface"
world map, along with joystick
support (32K version).
* The double-sided disk includes the
complete Realms of Quest Trilogy
along with several other games by
the author: Dungeon II, Ringside
Boxing, Break-Fast, Napoleon
Simulator, plus many more. 20 games
in all!
* A detailed and illustrated 36 page
instruction manual with several
tables and charts for easy
reference.
* Realms of Quest III requires 32K
memory expansion. Realms of Quest
III: Dungeon Crawler
requires 16K. The rest of the games
in this package (including Realms
of Quest I + II) can be run on the
unexpanded VIC-20.
REALMS OF QUEST III STORY
It has been a thousand years since
the great bards had written the epic
poem telling the legend of a hero who
had slain the demon wizard, Nikaedor.
The hero, though mortally wounded,
shouted a final cry of victory:
"Hark! The Evil Wizard and his
Eternal Orb no longer hold dominion
over this land".
It has been a thousand years since?
And now, bandits, orcs, highwaymen
and all sorts of vile creatures have
gotten bolder. Where they roamed
before as mere nuisance, they now
dare more often, and even well armed
escorts are no longer safe from their
attacks. They wander from their
wilderness and abandoned ruins of the
Land of Rivar to threaten cities
within our borders. Sanctuary can no
longer be guaranteed.
Then came a far worse day; a day that
saw superstition pierce to reality.
Dragons, as told in ancient tales
from a time beyond memory, began
terrorizing our lands. By these
tales, it was believed that upon
every new moon, the sacrifice of a
young maiden, pure in heart and and
virtue, would spare the fate of the
dragon's breath. And thus the
villages renewed these rituals of
terror in order to save themselves.
The dragons sounded a flood of orcs,
kobolds, ogres and all sorts of
deformed humanoids to rally and
attack. Once believed our symbol of
strength, peace and protection, the
King's castle was ransacked a year
after the first of the dragons was
seen. The great Land of Rivar was now
reduced to a vassal colony and would
pay tribute to all things evil.
Sages and scribes scurried through
the ancient texts, desperate to find
answers. In the scant remains of the
Lycaeum of the King's castle, only a
fragment of the ancient poem was
found:
"The daemon hath been defeated and a
new day begun.
A day to last a thousand years 'til
the setting of the sun."
The scholars argued on its meaning.
In the end, they settled to a one
common fear: "Nikaedor". The legends
told his power was so great that he
could reverse his own death by
himself. All shuddered at the
thought.
The King sent forth his finest on a
scouting mission to the old ruins of
Nikaedor's lair; warriors of
unyielding strength, magic wielders
of cunning sorcery. After the passing
of several moons, their bodies
floated in the moat of our
once-beloved castle . Struck with
shock and grief, a journal was
retrieved from their watery grave.
The final entry petrified those with
ears to hear it:
"Nikaedor has returned. Death to
those who fail to pay tribute on this
day and forever. Hail Nikaedor!"
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