A Cry for Help

Once again, the time to recruit has come, and this is due to the 'Production Pipeline' of UT2004. We really need Modellers with experience of 3DSMax or Maya to create the Static Meshes required by the mappers. It will also benefit us to have the knowledge of importing Skeletal Meshes into Unreal for weapons, players etc.

In addition to this we would like to suplement our Texture & Sound devisions with an extra person in each team.

Please e-mail your applications for any of these positions to daemonica@sanffo.co.uk with examples of your existing work.

I bad, bad highpreast is doing bad, bad things in his tomb. So enter his realm, fight bad, bad man, armed to their thieth on the upper levels and eventualy hungry ghouls and other undead lurkers in the lower levels, and finely, find him and kick his ass.

Kamen was familiar of the superstition of his people, especially the myth of those that have blue eyes can see into the hearts of men and are arbitrators of their fate. He did not believe in such foolishness, even though he himself was a prophet. “Surely you did not--” Kamen started, but Telsin held up a hand. “How foolish do you think I am Kamen?, she does possess the beauty of a goddess but to put it simply she is beyond me”.

• Fixed bugs with lauching maps with same names but from different categories
• Added ability to configure loader for different map packs, all mappack files will be listed in separate category. Default configuration includes "Clive Barker's Undying Base Maps", "Family Grave Maps" and "Two Stand Alone Maps".
• Added "Find" string at the bottom of list. Really nice tool! Finds map in a tree by first letters of file name.

As Jeremiah dropped his emptied pistol and brought out his knife he saw Patrick from the corner of his eye take aim at the shaman…and then time slowed. A flash of green light erupted from the stone and Patrick was thrown to the ground, his body seared and smoking. Jeremiah looked from his fallen friend to the shaman, who was staring at Patrick like a predator gloating over its kill. The roar of battle had become a muffled groan. Nothing seemed to exist other than Jeremiah and the Trsanti shaman. Their eyes met, and Jeremiah raised his arm to throw the knife.

• Silent Night

“Come” Aaron said and he turned to steal the light. With it he went out, seeming to float as he receded into the dark, the lights of the candelabra not even bobbing on their roost.

• (Untitled)

JEREMIAH: "Be patient."
AMBROSE: "Shut up, Jeremiah! That’s what I’ve always hated about you--you’re just like Father was, always trying to tell the rest of us what to do!"
JEREMIAH: "But all I said was--"
BETHANY: *angrily* "Enough!"
*Ambrose and Jeremiah are silent*
*Lizbeth finally seductively saunters into the room*
LIZBETH: "Good evening, everyone. I do hope I didn’t keep you waiting very long." *Her dress is almost completely covered in blood* "Do you like what I’ve done with my dress? It’s the holiday season, after all. I thought a red dress would be so much more fitting given the time of year." *smiles wickedly*

• Speaking of the Stones: Kiss of Oblivion

A sense of macabre unreality would always overtake him then, and even now he was paralyzed in fear. Glimpsing upwards in the semi-darkness and gasping, he saw grimy, slime-slick walls reaching up into an infinite blackness. Home.

• A Covenant Christmas Carol

“Now Howlers, now Jemmas, now Monto Shonoi,
Now Dri’nen and Scarrow, go kill that boy!
To the top of the gables, to the midst of the hall,
Now slash away, rip away, shred away all!!”

Otto Keisinger, a man whose prowess in the dark arts is unparalleled. A man who is respected and feared by anyone who crosses his path. A man who was a close friend and my mentor. A man who has become my mortal enemy.

Our paths have crossed many times over the years and each time the result has been frustratingly the same. Just as I clutch victory in my grasp, he slips away. Though this time I was certain that I had ended his tyranny. I saw him plummet into the eternal fires in the pyramid in Oneiros and his lifeless body burst into flames.

Yet, we meet again on this ancient isle of portals. Portals as old as time itself. How did he survive his plummet? Where do these portals lead? What interest does Keisinger have in them? These are just a few of the questions that race through my mind as I stand facing him and these portals. Yet my path is clear. His reign of evil and death must end. Keisinger must finally perish.

~ Patrick Galloway

Feeling them travel one way then the other as they peel off layer after layer of skin and muscle, revealing secret parts of your anatomy you never knew you had, breeds a sort of intimacy between you and them.

He didn’t know how he got there, yet when he stopped running he found himself standing alone in the darkened smoking room. Breathing hard from exertion, Jeremiah slumped into the nearest armchair and laid the book on his lap, then felt about in the pockets of his robe for his pipe and the ever-present pack of matches. He lit one, touched it to the bowl...and froze.

In the flame’s brief life, he had seen something approaching him.

He was no longer alone in the smoking room.

Despite the lack of adequate lighting the enormity of the hall was not lost upon Patrick. A wide staircase with ornate railings swept up to a landing where an immense beveled glass window overlooked the hall. Everywhere he looked Patrick noticed signs of superior craftsmanship, from the carvings on the columns to the beams of the vaulted ceiling to the inlays on the paneled walls. As he followed the maid up the stairs he could not help but wonder at the cost of such luxury.

The Story:
After discovering that Otto and dark forces are still very much a part of your life, and that you are caught up in a curse called The Eternal Vengence, you return to Oneiros to seek the Great Library and to try and return to Otto's stronghold. In part 2 you have just emerged from a portal with many questions unanswered...

Undying wasn't something you played, it was something you experienced, and when it was over, you not only had the satisfaction of beating the über-bad guy, you also had a good memory of being told a great horror story.

When it was over Jeremiah found himself seated with the others in the long shadows of the five standing stones, shivering in the cold breeze that blew off the water. Evening had fallen and the vestiges of dusk glowed on the horizon. From where he sat he could see the distant lantern that hung at the end of the dock, its light like a ghostly beacon. No doubt the servants were combing the grounds of the estate in search of him and the others, worried sick at their absence. A cold dread lay coiled in Jeremiah's gut and he knew it was not simply from guilt, it was the fact that he had done something terrible and unpardonable by taking his siblings to the island and reading from the mysterious book.

• New screenshots of a map in progress by none other than Gibdo, the sole architect of the astonishing Family Grave map pack.
• Some story elements have been revealed by The Monks of Trell-Sebek author Gehn.
• A forum has been added
• A new team member has been added

Feverishly working away at story and concept, Gehn has put together this short story, entitled The Monks of Trell-Sebek, a tale woven in the mysticism of the Scythe of the Celts...

Hey guys,

Glad to see the site is still here at all :)

I've been away for months, but thought i'd stop in. But even if I don't frequent the boards, I am still available at rbenson@earthlink.net for any questions.

Richard Benson
Programmer - Clive Barker''s Undying

I am sending this email to announce my add-on/sequel to Undying, entitled 'Dreamcatcher'. The storyline is coming along nicely, but I am in dire need of mappers, artists, java programmers, programmers, as well as sound coordinators. The sequel will still require Undying to play, but will be a game in its own right. Thank you for your interest.

Gehn