Some Screenshots From My BGTutu Game

[Dundee Slaytern]

Cloakwood Mines completed. Onward to the TotSC quests. [img]smile.gif[/img]

A Potion of Explosion here, an Oil of Fiery Burning there, and one backstab as a finale.
The Death of Hareishan

Resistance is futile. You will attack yourself. Fear the powers of Charm.
Natasha Couldn't Resist...
... Killing Herself

It ain't just the women. Men kept throwing themselves upon their own swords.
Hey, Davaeorn! Who's Your Best Buddy in the Whole Wide World?
Check Out His Spell List!
Those Mirror Images Aren't Gonna Last Long.
Jaheira KS With a Wand of Missiles.

[ZFR]

Are you using the cloak to charm? I found infinite charms too cheesy on my first run, and stopped using it.

EDIT: infinite, INFINITE!!!! And thanks for calling me a respected poster .

[ 05-20-2006, 07:20 AM: Message edited by: ZFR ]

[Dundee Slaytern]

Originally posted by ZFR: Are you using the cloak to charm? I found infinate charms too cheesy on my first run, and stopped using it.

Yup, it's the Cloak. Only used it 4-5 times so far though, since I am using it more for the CHA bonuses than the Charm spell. 20 Rep and 20 CHA goes a long way in bringing down prices. [img]smile.gif[/img]

I got bored of hurling fireballs, so I decided to try something different in the Cloakwood Mines.

[Kyrvias]

And, evidently, it was a fun strategy!

[Dundee Slaytern]

Hmm... what was supposed to be a minor excursion to the NE part of BGCity to get some documents for some guy in Ulgoth's Beard has led to a whole series of events that now has me stuck in BGCity with tons of unfinished quests. I haven't even had the chance to get poisoned yet.

Looks like I'm going to gain a few levels before going to Durlag's Tower... or Werewolf Island for that matter.

On the bright side, my party is now level 8-9. On the bad side, I'm stuck in BGCity, and going nowhere fast. As soon as I complete one quest, NPCs throw two more at me.

At the moment I am clearing the quests city section by city section... with lots of running around to do. The blasted journal is useless, and I am resorting to penning down the quests on paper, just so that I do not forget.

Khalid is, by now, a Demi-God. Save maybe one or two encounters thus far, he can basically chop-suey through anything. It is sad to know that his weapons, the Bastard Swords +1/+3 vs Shapeshifters( I have four of them...), become useless in BG2, because he has been rocking with them. It also helps that I now have the Gauntlets of Ogre Strength for him.

Potions have proven to be very useful in BG1, and I have been content to let the AI Scripts handle their usage. It was also gratifying to see my scripts execute the usage of Fireballs, Wands of Fire, Necklaces of Missiles, etc... properly. Area damage attacks are one of the hardest things to script properly.

Onward ho.

[Klorox]

Is it wrong to find humor when a respected poster underlines and bolds a misspelled word?

No offense dude. [img]smile.gif[/img]


BTW, drop us some more screenshots!

And shuriken, if introduced, are thrown differently than darts or throwing knives (never thrown a dagger though, but I assume they're close to knives).

[ZFR]

Originally posted by Klorox: Is it wrong to find humor when a respected poster underlines and bolds a misspelled word? No offense dude. [img]smile.gif[/img]

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[Dundee Slaytern]

A quick screenshot of an amusing incident in the Southern Part of Baldur's Gate.

Toasty

So I enter a building and see multiple Ogre Mages. I hit the spacebar to unpause the game and they all died within one round, all five of them. No really, I didn't even had time to think. They died that fast.

So what happened? Well, the AI Scripts kicked in. As you can see, Khalid decided to toss a Potion of Explosions, and Minsc added in a shot from a Necklace of Missiles. The resulting fiery explosions incinerated the Ogre Mages to kingdom come.

Khalid made the mistake of walking forward, since the Ogre Mages were still alive as the fireballs flew towards them, so he took some damage, and Jaheira walked over after the battle to heal him.

Mmm... Rena gained another level from this battle.

For those not familiar with my AI scripting, some basic explanations for some of the lines in the screenshot.

The "The Party Gained An Item" line came from the fact that Khalid was drawing out a Potion of Explosions from his Potion Bag. A simple HasItem(), GiveItem() combination.

You do not normally get to see what item(s) your party members used in the dialogue box. I used DisplayString() to keep me informed on what my party members are using.

[Dundee Slaytern]

Dear journal.

Now that I have sobered up, it frightens me to know how powerless we can be at times. Me and the rest of the gang were having drinks at the Helm and Cloak after some Ankheg hunting in the east, when a new party arrived. They seemed nice enough, the sort of folks you could bring home to meet mother, and we began to exchange tall tales of our past adventures.

Barely had they finished their first story when another party, burly and surly this time, barged into the inn and demanded the whole lot of us to shove off. It was then that I thought I had drank one too many ales, because a ghostly whisper came out of thin air in front of me. I knew it was not just me that heard it, because Hind's face went white too, though he still swears till this day that it was just a drunken hallucination. I know what I heard though, and the voice still rings clear in my memories.

"Make me," it said, in a mischievous girly voice.

What happened next was a blur, as ale-riddled memories tend to be, but I knew that Hell had been unleashed. One of the few things that I still remember, was that there was a lot of fire. It was madness. The seemingly nice party was tossing fireballs in an inn! I shudder to think what could have been our fates had the beams caught fire. Of course, I know now that the inn had fireproofed everything magically, even the carpets, but it is small comfort after the fact.

Then there were the screams... screams of pain, not from the nice party, whom I shall now refer to as Party N for convenience, but from the surly party, whom I shall now refer to as Party S. "IT BURNS!", one of them cried, as a fireball exploded directly onto him. I hestitate to imagine what the feeling must be like, and I pray to Tymora that I will never get the chance to find out.

It was by this point that I realised that the Bartender was dead. Killed by one of our own. I was naturally horrified, but Nelik mumbled some excuse about the voice that spoke to him, about how it said that the Bartender was going to hurt Party N, and that he had to help them. It is only to my relief that our reputation suffered not, because frankly... all the reliable witnesses had either fled or died.

"She told me to pull the trigger!", he screamed, half in panic, half in indignation that I was questioning his motives. With all the excitment that was going on, I could only shrug my shoulders and turn the other eye. "She kept whispering into me ear! You got to believe me!" Ah joy... the drunken ramblings of a gnome.

Meanwhile, Farluck and Hind, my other two companions, had taken it upon themselves to aid Party N. This was a prudent decision, more remarkably so since it was done while under drunken stupor. A choice to live by. When choosing sides, choose the one with more firepower; which in this case, was quite literal, because as I have said, they had seem to enjoy tossing fireballs, one after another.

Party S was losing badly. They were beginning to resemble cinderblock statues by now. Just when I thought it would be all over, their Mage managed to cast a Horror spell which successfully hit most of Party N's members. Could this be the turning tide for Party S? Nay... one of the members that the Mage fail to nail was a Druid, the least nice member of Party N. With a sigh of resignation, she casted what could only be Remove Fear as she berated a male Fighter for being such a pansy.

A Ranger from Party N then tossed a fireball, how I know not, and accidentally incinerated Farluck partially. There was a sudden pause in time as everybody wondered how Farluck would respond to this... friendly fire.

"No sweat!", Farluck shouted, his goofy grin barely hiding his grimace of pain. Another brillant lifesaving decision! Do not aggravate thy superiors, especially if they seem fireball-trigger-happy... It seemed to spark off the Druid though, because she started scolding the Ranger and the Fighter. "Enough is enough!", she screamed, "One more fireball and I'm confiscating your potions and necklaces!"

"Aww...", was their first reply. "But Boo likes the pretty explosions," the Ranger said, to which the Druid glared at him with such intensity that if looks could kill, her's would be a Finger of Death. As for who Boo is, I have no idea, and have no intention of finding out. With no more fireballs to be tossed, the Fighter, the Ranger, and the Druid, along with their Thief and Mage, went with blades and ammo against the last remaining two members of Party S.

It was then all over in a blink of an eye. Their Thief, chirpy as a bird, asked Farluck whether we wanted any of the loot. "Heck no! I mean... it's all yours for the taking. We have more than enough riches of our own," was his reply. With that said, he urgently signalled the rest of us to follow him out the inn.

The voice materialised again! "It's been nice knowing you," it said. Oh Tymora... if only I could convince myself that it was only imaginary! I scanned desperately around the inn, seeking the source of the voice, all for naught. As I reached the exit, I turned around one last time to see Party N, all five of them, and stepped out, only to hear that blasted voice giggle.

Just who, or what, was it?

Yours truly, madly?
Turpin.

[Dundee Slaytern]

The above fight was handled purely by custom AI Scripts. Autopause was set for End of Round so that it would be easier for me to take the screenshots. The screenshots do not reflect it, but this was a very, VERY, fast fight.

ADD] Oh yeah, it was also lots of fun robbing Entar Silvershield's estate. No innocents got hurt or killed either.

[ 05-20-2006, 07:44 AM: Message edited by: Dundee Slaytern ]