Feud
| Title: | Feud |
| Company: | Mastertronic |
| Type: | 3D Maze |
| Year: | 1987 |
| No of Players: | 1 |
| Language: | English |
Description
The player takes the role of Learic, moving through the Kingdom collecting ingredients and casting spells, which you use against the opposing Wizard Leanoric. Leanoric meanwhile is doing exactly the same thing to you.
Plot
The following text is not full of spelling mistakes, their aim was to imply an English country accent (possibly West Country?)
"No one knows 'ow long they have been 'ere; even old Albert don't recall 'em comin' an' 'e reckons 'e might be over 'undred! We didn't mind when they kept themselves to themselves. I mean all we wants is a bit o' piece and an' quiet an' leave to go about our business. We're simple folk 'ere in Little Dullford and we can't be doin' with magic an' spells. I never did 'old with folk meddlin' in things best left alone. We'd see 'em o'course; in the forest pickin' toadstools an' suchlike, or p'raps one would pop into Tubby Hieke's shop for 'erbs an' stuff, but by an' large they left us normal folk alone, and that's 'ow we like it.
They'd 'ad arguments before, we all know that. Well, readin' them magic books all day they can't be right in the 'ead can they? Anyway, two summers back, or maybe three (I remember because that was the year Albert's donkey died), old Leanoric (he's the older one I think), he turned 'is brother Learic into a frog! His own brother! but he turned 'im back after a week an' at least they didn't bother us.
Two weeks back, all this changed; first the forest went quiet for a few days, not even a sparra' dared to make a sound. Then the noises began, first shoutin' then all manner o' bangs, explosions and things best not thought about. Yesterday, old Leanoric upped an' left an' moved to another 'ut on t'uther side o' village. Hieke (who knows 'em better 'n most), reckons they's about to start a feudin' an' woe betide the poor soul who gets in their way. That as maybe but there's strange things afoot in this 'ere village an' no mistake. It don't take no fancy book learnin' to figger we ain't seen the last o' this, you mark my words."
Cover
Tape Version Cover
