So here I am.
A mere two-plus years since purchasing BG2, but I've finally made the migration from it's illustrious predecessor...and boy, has it got the measure of me already!
Not since playing with the doggies on Baldur's ship has my party had their posteriors handed to them so often, and so unceremoniously. Damnable mages and priests! They've ruined my favourite anti-spell tactic of massed missile fire. All that seems to do these days is activate their contingencies of Protection from Magic Weapons/Protection from Normal Missiles.
However, having said that, I did manage to get past one loathsome spell-wielding opponent in spectacular fashion. I had been tasked to: (SPOILER)
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Get rid of some Cowled Wizard in the Docks district, the name of which I can't remember. Seems he's annoyed Mae Var (sp?) in some way.
On effecting entry to the fellow's house, I found him upstairs past some annoying (very annoying) golems. Heal up, and re-equip then onwards, towards our goal.
I find this chap lurking about as wizards do, so I open up with a quick fusillade - as you never know your luck - but the contingencies kick in, and the spells start flying. Most of my party ends up running around in fear, whilst my berserker is standing there looking at his hard-earned magical sword, thinking "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
In the end, I resorted to the most basic and crudest of tactics. Realising that my group wouldn't last long at this rate, my berserker bunches his fist and...BAM! Smacks the wizardly blaggard right around the head.
So what was the Cowled villains response? He
blew up, 'cause I hit him so hard with naught but my bare hand. Who needs a magic weapon when you're a pugilist.
