As you wander through Lea Monde, you must bash, slash, shoot, or poke your enemies to death using one of the many weapon types such as daggers, clubs, or crossbows. Everything about it, from gameplay to story to graphics, all produce such a gripping effect that as soon as you get into it, you won’t stop until you’ve beaten it and gotten a good deal of the way into the replay mode.įor the most part, it seems like your usual dungeon crawler, but that’s just your first impression. Vagrant Story is one of those games that will devour your time. What happened during this week? What connection is there between Ashley and this power, known only as “the Dark”? While there, Ashley stumbled upon something, a power, evil and utterly perverse to the affairs of man.
Very few survived and most of its treasures remain hidden to this day. What was once a prospering land was reduced to rubble in a terrible earthquake followed by devastating floods. The suspect Ashley had been off on a mission to Lea Monde, a deserted city known only for evil and misfortune. Something strange occurred during that intermediary week. This man disappeared shortly after the accusation. The only suspect was one Ashley Riot (surprisingly, Ashley is a guy), Riskbreaker in the service of the Valendia Knights of the Peace. Fortunately, the Duke was away during the attack, yet one week later, an unknown assassin took his life. Led by self-proclaimed apocalyptic prophet Sydney Losstarot, the group’s intentions for the crime are unknown. Here’s my review.Įarly one morning in Valendia kingdom, marauding cultists from the group known as Mullenkamp captured the manor of Duke Bardorba. Of course, I’m surprised I noticed the ominous bells tolling as I was seemingly too busy watching the ending roll by for one of the most interesting games I’ve played in recent memory, Vagrant Story. However, there are some things that just seem creepy to me, such as when I beat a particularly dark and evil game just in time to hear my ancient grandfather clock ring out midnight. I own a black cat which enjoys walking across my path on a daily basis, I am not particularly inclined to make a detour around a ladder, and with a face like mine, breaking mirrors is just something you learn to live with. If there is one thing I pride myself on, it is my lack of belief in superstition.