Rikard: I sincerely hope you don't think I am picking on magi in general or you in particular. I guess my mindset/playing style at this point does not allow me to be a successful mage. The party I am currently playing in BGI consists of a fighter (me), two Rangers (Minsc & Kivan), Jaheira, the dwarf cleric/fighter from Cloakwood Mines (Branwen got croaked and Viconia ditched me 'cause I didn't keep an eye on my reputation) and DYNAHEIR who has done an excellent job for me. I cannot imagine trying to get through BGI, and especially BGII without quality magic wielders. Just can't seem to be a mage myself (yet).
To give you an idea of my problems, the following is the conversation which occurred the last time I tried being a mage. Gorion has just met his end and I am still patting out the flames from the encounter with Sarevok:
Imoen: Heya, it's me, Imoen. Where ya gonna get us killed today?
Maximus Moronicus: C'mon now, try and show a little positive attitude. I've put a lot of thought into our situation and come up with a plan.
Imoen: You've been THINKING?!? Give me half a second and I'll just fall on my sword now. It'll save you some time and me some aggravation.
Maximus Moronicus: Hold on there, give me a chance! This plan could actually WORK.
Imoen: Sure, just like the "If-we-stick-to-the-road-nothing-bad-will-happen-to-us" plan. Remember THAT one? The last thing I remember hearing was, "You have been waylaid by enemies and must defend yourself." The last thing I felt were a quiver or two of bandit arrows in my derriere. And, I KNOW the last thing I saw was you running all over the place, trying to get your hands free of your sleeves to cast some spell. I TOLD you to buy a short-sleeved robe from Winthrop before you left.
Maximus Moronicus: Um, yes, well, ah -
Imoen: By the way, what spell did you cast?
Maximus Moronicus: Uh, Cure Light Wounds.
Imoen: LIGHT WOUNDS?!? I was hemhorraging faster than Chiktikka Fastpaws!
Maximus Moronicus: Look, dammit, I'm only a level one mage.
Imoen: True, sorry. I don't get it, though. I didn't feel even a tiny bit better.
Maximus Moronicus: Yes, well, um...
Imoen: What in the Nine Hells did you do?
Maximus Moronicus: Uh, remember that bandit you hit?
Imoen: Sure I do! Best shot I ever made. He panicked right away and was completely out of the fight. I was drawing a bead on the next bandit when I became a pin cushion... Wait, don't you DARE tell me you...
Maximus Moronicus: Calm down, woman. After all, the ungratefull bastard killed me too...
And that is when I went back to being a fighter (for now). It's all true. I swear it. Well, maybe it was a flashback from those mushrooms I smoked back in 1979...
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