TransmuTowers

My project is a Twine Text Game based on the original lore and worldbuilding of the game I'm currently working on, TransmuTowers, a Tower Defense game with a Narrative twist. You can find more about the game on our steam page:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2814360/TransmuTowers/?l=portuguese

INT. HORNS' TAVERN - KINGDOM OF AMARAT - NIGHT
Horns' is a greasy spoon tavern on the outskirts of Amarat,
the largest city in the continent of Valber, with all sorts
of weirdos for customers. Inside, shady humanoid figures
hidden in the shadows drink dark colored ales and chip away
at old stale bread and chicken skin. Oil lamps can barely do
the job of illuminating the area, which seems to be a
welcome feature for most customers.
The bartender pours himself a mug of hornet's honey beer and
takes a long sip. He gazes beyond the mug's bottom, towards
the door. He freezes and beer starts dripping off his beard.
A short woman has just crossed the door frame. At first, she
seems harmless and young. However, two traits in particular
seemed to elevate her to something else entirely: a pair of
beautifully adorned horns sprouting from her jet black hair
and the ever shifting color of her eyes, which would become
red before someone could finish saying 'blue', and then
immediately turn green.
There's silence in the bar as the woman walks towards the
counter. She sits on a stool and smiles at the bartender.
BARTENDER
Welcome back, Ms. Lalin.
LALIN
Do I know you?
BARTENDER
Not me. You were a client of my
grandfather's.
LALIN
Hm... that's true, isn't it? This
place is quite familiar.
The Bartender points to an old painting hanging on a wall. A
man looking like an older version of the bartender poses
next to Lalin, who looks the same, aside from her clothes.
BARTENDER
'Tis why the bar's called Horns.
LALIN
That's amazing! While we're on it, do
you still serve that old strawberry
smoothie?
BARTENDER
Only the alcoholic version.
LALIN
Hm, I can handle some alcohol.
The Bartender nods and walks away.
Sitting right next to her, a hunched hooded figure spies on
Lalin with curiosity. Lalin glances at this figure and sees
a pair of bright purple eyes staring back at her. The other
person immediately looks away. Lalin smiles motherly. She
inspects the bar casually before addressing the other.
LALIN (cont'd)
If you don't hide those purple eyes,
what's the point of hiding at all?
HOODED GIRL
Wha-what are you talking about, my
eyes aren't purple.
LALIN
Sure. Not purple. Nope. And your hair
isn't like embers either.
The girl straightens up. She's been caught.
And your name isn't Circe
Heliosdötter. And you're not wanted
for --
CIRCE
Shhhh- don't say that out loud!
Circe swivels on her stool, trying to see if anyone had
heard that. No one has batted an eye. Circe briefly exposes
her purple eyes and fire-like hair to the woman, before
quickly hiding away.
CIRCE (cont'd)
If you know me, you know what I've
done. Allegedly done. Kind of done.
LALIN
Uhum.
CIRCE
So? What are you gonna do about it?
Circe's stance has changed to someone ready to fight or
flight. The bartender breaks a bit of the tension by serving
Lalin a mug with the alcoholic strawberry smoothie.
2.
CIRCE (cont'd)
Did the King's Hand send you? I am
not going back and I must warn you, I
have powers, enough to... to... what
are you doing?
Circe stops her speech when she realizes Lalin is ignoring
her altogether, deeply focused on her drink. Lalin has the
tip of a finger inside the smoothie, making circular
movements and swirling the drink. Then she slowly moves her
hand up. As she does so, a transparent liquid arises from
within, forming a swirling flying ball.
DRUNK MAN IN THE BACK
Can I have that?
Lalin throws the ball straight to the drunk man's mouth.
LALIN
Alcohol never goes to waste.
(back to Circe)
Were you saying?
CIRCE
I... are you an alchemist too?
LALIN
Well, some people wouldn't say I'm AN
alchemist. But sure, you can say
that. I actually worked with your
grandfather and his father too. And
the one before him. You get it.
CIRCE
How old are you?
LALIN
Older than the oldest tree you have
laid eyes upon.
CIRCE
No way! How do you look so young? Are
you immortal or what?
LALIN
You're an alchemist, can't you guess?
CIRCE
WHAT? NOOOOOOO FREAKING WAY.
Circe jumps up and, in her sheer excitement, reveals herself
to everyone in the bar. Some customers stand up.
3.
DRUNK MAN IN THE BACK
AIN'T THAT PRINCESS CIRCE, THE
REGICIDE? THERE'S A FAT BOUNTY FOR
THAT ONE IF I RECALL CORRECTLY.
LALIN
Yes, she is.
Lalin raises her voice to make herself heard.
LALIN (cont'd)
She killed the King and Queen of
Amarat inside the palace, what do you
think she'd do to you right here,
right now?
One by one the customers go back to minding their business.
CIRCE
(under her breath)
I didn't kill anyone...
LALIN
So why did you run away?
CIRCE
Because... I... I did do something.
LALIN
Where are the bodies?
CIRCE
They. Are. Not. Dead.
LALIN
Show me, then. I'm not here to arrest
or take you back. Think of me as a
fellow alchemist who's quite curious.
CIRCE
(puzzled)
Who are you, lady?
Lalin winks, takes a sip on her smoothie, her lips turn red.
INT. HORNS TAVERN - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Circe's bedroom is small and damp. There's a bed, a table
with an oil lamp, a wooden spoon and a cauldron.
CIRCE
There they are. Mom's by the bed,
Dad's on the table.
4.
LALIN
Hm... did you make them invisible?
CIRCE
That's not possible.
LALIN
Of course. Did you shrink them?
CIRCE
Nope. Hey mom. Dad?
The cauldron springs to life and... speaks!
QUEEN-CAULDRON
My dear, who's your friend?
The spoon is the next to be animated.
KING-SPOON
Circe, I'm collecting dust in here!
Lalin looks at Circe and her face transforms from shock to
the most genuine expression of excitement and happiness.
Circe herself can't help but to smile as well.
LALIN
You do know human transmutation is
forbidden for a reason, right?
CIRCE
I do.
(embarassed)
But it's pretty cool.
Lalin nods in silent agreement.
CIRCE (cont'd)
Can you undo that?
LALIN
Nope, not right now. This is new even
to me and I've pretty much invented
alchemy.
Circe's jaw drops to the floor.
LALIN (cont'd)
But do you know how we can find a
solution? Doing it again.
The two share a naughty smile.
THE END