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Originally posted by moiraine sedai:
Did you get the dragon armour? If so, then you're fine.
Moiraine Sedai
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Cerebodragon returns to the forums after a fruitful wandering within the Boogre Prison. *Nods wearily with silent glee towards the Aes Sedai*.
Yes, thankfully I did end up finding two or three pieces of Dragon Armour, however it wasn't without a dire struggle to find the burning cavern. I found the east trolley lever ok, but when it came to travelling up the various tunnels and such, I got myself terribly lost and didn't realise that one could raise the portculli (plural?) with the chameleon like levers until much later.
So I was always trying to have a race with the trolley's to hit the levers from the outside!
Eventually persistance paid off.
I met Raskallion before I'd even found the ore and remembered Scanthril's desire to have him offed. But that creature's general demeanour was oh so disagreeable to my own, thus I quietly disposed of both he and Raskallion after an evil voice convinced me that they would be better off in experience point limbo. [img]graemlins/evillaughter2.gif[/img]
But oh no! What have I done? My slip into un-avatar like madness went further - its all Brinbath's fault and the vile curse upon that place!
After finally locating the dragon ore and engaging in some nice melee with the lava pups and hound, I trundled back to Freyedies and decided that since my rogue was most likely still too incompetent at this stage to steal from him, to promptly set up an experiment in ethnic Stout cleansing. I figured that they needed to be pegged back a little to learn about their crass materialism - they needed to struggle and rise again! A rebirth of sorts! [img]graemlins/evillaughter1.gif[/img]
I took off for the vaults first, looked around a bit, strategised, then went back to collect my dragon armour. That's when the voices in my head played havoc and every Stout walking around started to resemble XP values, matrix style. Its all a blur after that! I just couldn't control myself!
Freyedies fell before my mace and Kraokendon was mine. I almost fainted when I identified its abilities compared to everything else i'd found so far!
My main warrior was only using a double-handed hammer +1 before this point.
I was lucky to have two priests in the party in reflection I think, otherwise those miners bombs might have taken more of a toll than they did in the stout mine massacre, a dark day indeed for my usually more aspire-to-avatarhood like outlook on role-playing. [img]smile.gif[/img] As long as I balance these acts with kindness here and there, I shall have no regrets!
To me, Submarine Steed Chester the IInd! Tally ho to Experience Points!
CerebroDragon