Books You'd Love To See Adapted Into CRPG's

[Life of the Party]

Cassilda's Song

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.

 

[Life of the Party]

Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's duty
And the gods could ask no more.
If thou lingerest when I linger,
If thou tread'st the stones I tread,
Thou wilt stay my spirit's hunger
And dispel the dreams I dread.

Come thou, love, my own, my only,
Through the battlements of Groan;
Lingering becomes so lonely
When one lingers on one's own.

I have lingered in the cloisters
Of the Northern Wing at night,
As the sky unclasped its oysters
On the midnight pearls of light;
For the long remorseless shadows
Chilled me with exquisite fear.
I have lingered in cold meadows
Through a month of rain, my dear.

Come, my Love, my sweet, my Only,
Through the parapets of Groan.
Lingering can be very lonely
When one lingers on one's own.

In dark alcoves I have lingered
Conscious of dead dynasties;
I have lingered in blue cellars
And in hollow trunks of trees.
Many a traveler through moonlight
Passing by a winding stair
Or a cold and crumbling archway
Has been shocked to see me there.

I have longed for thee, my Only,
Hark! the footsteps of the Groan!
Lingering is so very lonely
When one lingers all alone.

Will thou come with me, and linger?
And discourse with me of those
Secret things the mystic finger
Points to, but will not disclose?
When I'm all alone, my glory
Always fades, because I find
Being lonely drives the splendour
Of my vision from my mind.

Come, oh, come, my own! my Only!
Through the Gormenghast of Groan.
Lingering has become so lonely
As I linger all alone!

 

[Harry Easter]

The Lone Wolf series by Joe Dever.

Yes I'm aware that a mobile game was made a few years ago & later ported to PC but it's basically a gamebook with some mediocre QTE-laden JRPG combat. I still want a proper CRPG. Can't believe I'm suggesting this, but I think an open world action RPG would work well with the story.

Yeah, something like gothic or the Witcher could really work and the Disciplines would increase the replay-value of the game. The books were always about exploring and the Kai-Lords are just perfect to be this uberpowerful Warriors of Light, that still get the shit kicked out for most of the time, because the bad guyd are always stronger and nastier.

And since Magnamund is one of those Warworlds, where you can't move two steps without finding a doomsday-device or an all-devouring Sorcerer, a more epic narrative would fit just fine in the gameworld :D.

 

[Hevnknekt]

Out of all the books I've read, I think this one would be my #1 pick. Every page is literally dripping with inspiration.

 

[Life of the Party]

There is no room in any town (he said)
To house the towering hugeness of my dream.
It straitens me to sleep in any bed

Whose foot is nearer than the night's extreme.
There is too much of solitude in crowds
For one who has been where constellations teem,

Where boulders meet with boulders, and the clouds
And hills convene; who has talked at evening
With mountains clad in many-colored shrouds.

Men pity me for the scant gold I bring:
Unguessed within my heart the solar glare
On monstrous gems that lit my journeying.

They deem the desert flowerless and bare,
Who have not seen above their heads unfold
The vast, inverted lotus of blue air;

Nor know what Hanging Gardens I behold
With half-shut eyes between the earth and moon
In topless iridescent tiers unrolled.

For them, the planted fields, their veriest boon;
For me, the verdure of inviolate grass
In far mirages vanishing at noon.

For them, the mellowed strings, the strident brass,
The cry of love, the clangor of great horns,
The thunder-burdened ways where thousands pass.

For me, the silence welling from dark urns,
From fountains past the utmost world and sun...
To overflow some day the desert bourns...

And take the sounding cities one by one.

 

[Life of the Party]

octavius and others who might be interested.

CLARK ASHTON SMITH: THE EMPEROR OF DREAMS, directed by Darin Coelho Spring, will be released this fall by Hippocampus Press. A special 30-minute preview will screen at the H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival in Providence, RI on August 19th, introduced by Donald Sidney-Fryer. Here's the first trailer!