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Originally posted by Mozenwrathe:
Accept the numerous deaths and run away when times get hard (which they will, trust me).
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My poor sorceror (lvl 17 at the time) had an unfortunate accident yesterday, involving a most unexpected teleportation from Skullport to Level 10 or 11--it's hard to remember which due to the blur of repeated deaths, swearing and frantic mouse clicking. Moric was, I believe, ground into pate by some particularly swarthy lizardmen.
Somehow my sorceror made it up to 9 and camped in a dark corner, hoping he'd miraculously be teleported back to the Inn in Waterdeep. Passers by might have been puzzled by what seemed to be a thicket of bushes whimpering "Mommy...I want my Mommy."
Anyway, unlike every other time no miraculous teleportation occurred so the poor elf had to pull it together this morning, accept his fate and run jibbering through level 9, dying at every possible opportunity, until he found some stairs, at which point the jibbering mostly subsided. Halfway through 7 now, on the way up. Escape from Undermountain, indeed.
To make a point (finally), I have very much embraced tactical suicide as a role-playing option. My sorceror has decided the magic in his veins comes, not from dragons, but from magic cats.
Oh, and he picked up a bunch of magic bags. Thanks for the advice.