The Riling Of Rena Ryuuguu - Page 4

Dundee Slaytern · 07-06-2006, 10:58 PM

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Originally posted by Assassin:

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Defeating Pontifex via normal means is near-nigh impossible. Unlimited Time Stops and Improved Haste plus a physically damaging breath attack means you will almost certainly need to cheese to win this fight.

You sure about this? I've had success with summoning a Planetar and Elemental Prince and Imrpoved Hasting everything, attacking with some minor spellcasting support. As long as you spread out... (Maybe there was some mitigating factor; like a Time Stop by a F/M or something) [/QUOTE]Was the summoning done before, or after talking to Pontifex?

By non-cheesy conventional means, I meant the following scenerio.

1) Report to Pontifex
2) Pontifex gets mad
3) Everybody starts to rumble
4) Party tries to buff up like mad and survive the fight

Dar'tanian · 07-07-2006, 12:17 AM

Wait...ive never been in this batttle....hwo do you get to kill a dragon at watchers keep?

Cascade · 07-07-2006, 05:25 AM

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Originally posted by Dundee Slaytern:
By non-cheesy conventional means, I meant the following scenerio.

1) Report to Pontifex
2) Pontifex gets mad
3) Everybody starts to rumble
4) Party tries to buff up like mad and survive the fight

Whoa, how is buffing before this fight "cheesy"? He literally lets you know that he's gonna betray you. Given the strength of the Ritual guys, it's kinda reasonable to assume that Pontifex is big-time. If I was gonna report back to this man, I'd sure-as-hell make sure I was 'ready to rumble' before I even walked into his sight. Ok, maybe I'd tuck the Planetar behind a tree or something...

Lord · 07-07-2006, 02:45 PM

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Originally posted by Dar'tanian:
Wait...ive never been in this batttle....hwo do you get to kill a dragon at watchers keep?

It is a component of the Tactics mod.

Assassin · 07-07-2006, 05:35 PM

Personally, if I were to get into a fight, I'd want to be bargaining from a position of strength. In real life, if someone told you to kill a bunch of guys and then come back to him for the money, would you really go up to him unarmed after you did the deed? I'd try and stack things as much as possible in my way. It might deter him; it might not. Either way, you live to fight another day, because so much is going for you that it's almost impossible to lose the fight and if he doesn't fight you, well then at least you haven't lost anything.

I'd say that Pontifex's manner has been suspicious enough to warrant me showing him what I've got.

[ 07-07-2006, 05:37 PM: Message edited by: Assassin ]

Dundee Slaytern · 07-10-2006, 10:38 PM

This is a tale of a man and his despair. A tragedy that led to one of Faerun's bestsellers.

It began, as most tragedies are wont to do, in a peaceful valley. Karkorf Xnezzle was a benevolent man who was widely renowned as a physician of extraordinary skill. If he had desired so, he could have earned a comfortable living in a city, but he chose instead, to settle in the countryside for the sake of family. Time spent with his wife and children was more precious to him than wealth and stature.

Then it happened.

While on a house call at a neighbouring town as a favour to one of his friends, Hill Giants raided the village that Karkorf lived in, leaving much devastation in their rampage. His wife and children perished in the attack and Karkorf plunged into deep depression when he finally found out. Thoughts of avenging their deaths with an eye for an eye, death for a death, raced through his mind during those turbulent times, but his personal oath of not killing sentient beings stopped him from carrying out his dark desires.

These inner conflicts drove him to the brink of insanity, and were it not for a moment of epiphany, he would most probably had become a madman.

In an inn. It was in an inn that he had his epiphany. Drowning his sorrows in ale along with his regular drinking buddies, he went on to lament about his wretched life again.

"If only my p-promise to J-Jacee was not there... I would kill them... kill them all!"

"But Karkorf, couldn't you just hurt them then? Hurt them without killing them?"

A split second of silence that seemed to drag on for eternity. Gears clicked. Marbles dropped. The universe, everything, suddenly made sense. Karkorf laughed, and laughed manically. Those around him at that time spoke of his laughter, and how it was so malevolent that it even killed the taste of their ale.

Karkorf now had a purpose.

~~~~ ~~~~

"That... was interesting, but how does it relate to my question, Jaheira?"

A campfire in the wilderness around Saradush. A party of five seated around it having a meal. The time is night, and the moon is bright.

"Patience, Kelsey. All will be answered in due time. Given the size of the Marching Mountains, it will be some time before Rena comes back. So I can well afford to pad out my stories a bit."

"Yeah, Kelsey! Just shut up and let Jaheira talk!"

"Y-yes, dear."

~~~~ ~~~~

To be continued...

Illumina Drathiran'ar · 07-11-2006, 01:10 AM

I have strong feelings on this. I mean, "wont" is such a great word, yet some people don't know it exists. A radio professor I once had circled it in red pen and drew a question mark. Words could not express my indignation...

Keep up the good writing; it's a real treat [img]smile.gif[/img]

Dundee Slaytern · 07-11-2006, 03:16 AM

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Originally posted by Illumina Drathiran'ar:
I have strong feelings on this. I mean, "wont" is such a great word, yet some people don't know it exists. A radio professor I once had circled it in red pen and drew a question mark. Words could not express my indignation...

Keep up the good writing; it's a real treat [img]smile.gif[/img]

Snarf! Thanks for the compliment. [img]smile.gif[/img]

I was worried that 'wont' might be too unknown as a word, hence my link to the dictionary. I had a similar experience with one of my English teachers when I was younger. She had circled 'critters' as a spelling mistake, as she was under the impression that I meant to write 'creatures'.

Since I am not so hardcore as to lug around a pocket dictionary everywhere I go, I had to get the help of my friends to help me convince her that 'critters' was in fact, an actual word.

It would not have affected my grade for that essay had I left the matter alone, but it was the principle of the matter that made me pursue it.
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On another note, I hope nobody minds this deviation from the ToB-storyline. ^_^;

ToB mostly consists of fights after fights, and there is only so many ways I can describe killing an opponent before it degenerates into stale bread and I grow sick of it.

It was after the Pontifex fight that I realised I was getting bored of spinning battle yarns. It saps your soul after a while, and induces a lot of Writer's Block due to the pressure of keeping it original.

I will of course, still screencap the fights and backstabs, but most of them will be relegated to the more straightforward Battle Reports. Since those deal with the technical aspects, it allows me to focus my creative energies elsewhere.

Additionally, this does not mean the end of future battle stories. If inspired enough, I will write some. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Also, most of the following stories will not accurately depict what actually happened in the game. This is intentional for more dramatic effect, and also to lessen the burden on me. For accurate depictations, read the Battle Reports.

Cheers. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Dundee Slaytern · 07-11-2006, 03:42 AM

A peaceful night in the wilderness. A softly cackling campfire in a clearing, its' embers glowing gently, its' heat welcomed by the campers who have sat down around it. They were the five companions of Rena Ryuuguu, and they were awaiting her return from the Marching Mountains.

Such relaxing moments were rare for them, and as a result, were treasured by them very much. Well... most of them at least. Sarevok, the half-brother of Rena by virtue of the common divine blood that flows through them, grumbled often on the lack of carnage. He spent so much time polishing the head of his halberd, named Ravager, during these times that Imoen commented she could use it as a mirror, and she often did, much to Sarevok's annoyance.

At the moment, the party was having hot tea. They had just finished supper and were reluctant to go to sleep, since it was not often that they get to revel like this. Sarevok however, was getting edgy.

"This is pointless! Why do we have to stay put here and let HER get all the glory?"

"Well, as I was explaining to Kelsey, it all began with Kar-"

"To Hades with Karkorf! What does that wretched man have to do with anything!"

"I haven't finished the story yet, Sarevok. I didn't want our food to get cold, so I decided to wait first before finishing off the rest of the story. Hmm... come to think of it now, thank you for reminding me. I expect the rest of you are interested in knowing what happened next?"

"Oh yes! Pleeeease!" Imoen shrilled.

"Well. I do want my question answered," Kelsey replied.

"Boo loves stories! Minsc loves stories too!" Minsc answered eagerly.

"This is Hell. The real Hell. I thought I was in Hell before, but I was wrong. This. IS. Hell," Sarevok said, as he buried his face into his palms.

"You're free to go to sleep, Sarevok," Jaheira sharply chided, "Nobody is forcing you to listen anyway."

"I would, if not for the fact that it would be impossible to do so with your incessant prattling," Sarevok gruffly responded.

"W-Why you-"

"Jaheira!" said Imoen, as she placed a hand on Jaheira to calm her down, "Let me handle him."

"You? Handle him?" Kelsey said incredulously.

"Why yes, dear. I will in fact, handle him. Sarevok, ooooh Sarevok!"

Sarevok gritted his teeth at the piercing sound of Imoen's singsong voice. He had been an Evil man. He knew when Evil was at hand. And this, this was EVIL in the guise of a pink-haired girl.

"What. Is. It?" Sarevok meticulously said, careful not to drop his guard against this other wretched half-sister of his.

"You shall listen to Jaheira's story. You shall not complain. You shall not interrupt until she is done, and above all... You shall apologise to her right now."

"That's... a lot of 'shalls'," Kelsey commented to himself.

"And why..." Sarevok slowly answered, trying his best to match Imoen's gaze towards him, "... should I?"

Imoen grinned, and had he been inclined to share his thoughts, Sarevok would have sworn that her toothy grin at that point was positively Demonic in nature.

"Because I know."

"Know. What?"

"Hydrangeas."

"Hydras? Those monsters?" Minsc blissfully asked aloud to nobody in particular, as one each from Jaheira's, Kelsey's, and Boo's( yes, even Boo's) eyebrows raised in interest.

To his credit, Sarevok's expression did not flinch. His face was still set in stone, but had his inner thoughts been vocalised, his screaming would have thundered throughout the forest.

"How..." he finally said, after a moment of silence.

Imoen giggled as she rested her cheek onto her hand which was resting on her lap, and winked at Sarevok, "It's a secret."

"Does anyone else notice that Imoen seems to have blackmail material on all of us? Anyone? Anyone?" Kelsey ventured, but he received no reply.

Sarevok's mood darken, but he was a defeated man. His pride was at stake here. How Imoen found out the one thing he kept secret from everybody except Tamako, he had no idea, but Imoen somehow knew, and she was taking great delight in it. Damn her!

Swallowing his saliva, Sarevok cleared his throat and painfully forced himself to say to Jaheira, word by excruciating word, "I-I am sorry. P-Please c-continue with your s-story. P-Please."

Jaheira was agape. Had she been told even last month that Sarevok would one day be apologising to her, she would have hysterically dismissed it with laughter, but here she was, and here he is, saying sorry to her. It was almost too surreal for her, it took a while for her to absorb it all in.

"A-apology accepted. Ah-er... thank you."

Imoen giggled again, "Yay! Now let's get on with the story!"

As Jaheira began to pick up where she left off, Imoen sidled up to Sarevok and whispered to him, "This's for swiping my shampoo!"

Sarevok remained silent.

~~~~ ~~~~

To be continued...

IronDragon · 07-25-2006, 12:41 PM

I just wanted to thank you for the entertaining recaps of your run through with all the mods. I didn’t have the stomach to do it myself…the tactics mod didn’t last long with me, I found it sucked all the entertainment and fun right out of the game.

07-07-2006, 12:17 AM	#32
Dar'tanian Red Wizard of Thay Join Date: October 26, 2002 Location: USA Age: 35 Posts: 858	Wait...ive never been in this batttle....hwo do you get to kill a dragon at watchers keep? __________________ I\'m back boys...

07-07-2006, 05:35 PM	#35
Assassin Symbol of Cyric Join Date: March 23, 2003 Location: Canada Age: 37 Posts: 1,134	Personally, if I were to get into a fight, I'd want to be bargaining from a position of strength. In real life, if someone told you to kill a bunch of guys and then come back to him for the money, would you really go up to him unarmed after you did the deed? I'd try and stack things as much as possible in my way. It might deter him; it might not. Either way, you live to fight another day, because so much is going for you that it's almost impossible to lose the fight and if he doesn't fight you, well then at least you haven't lost anything. I'd say that Pontifex's manner has been suspicious enough to warrant me showing him what I've got. [ 07-07-2006, 05:37 PM: Message edited by: Assassin ] __________________ In The Terminator, Sarah Connor is told a speech by John Connor\'s father that John has given in the future. When John is born, Sarah tells John this speech, and John grows up to tell it in the future. So who wrote the speech?!

07-11-2006, 01:10 AM	#37
Illumina Drathiran'ar Apophis Join Date: July 10, 2002 Location: I can see the Manhattan skyline from my window. Age: 39 Posts: 4,673	I have strong feelings on this. I mean, "wont" is such a great word, yet some people don't know it exists. A radio professor I once had circled it in red pen and drew a question mark. Words could not express my indignation... Keep up the good writing; it's a real treat [img]smile.gif[/img] __________________ http://cavestory.org PLAY THIS GAME. Seriously. http://xkcd.com/386/ http://www.xkcd.com/406/ My heart is like my coffee. Black, bitter, icy, and with a straw.

07-25-2006, 12:41 PM	#40
IronDragon Elminster Join Date: January 16, 2003 Location: Michigan Age: 59 Posts: 419	I just wanted to thank you for the entertaining recaps of your run through with all the mods. I didn’t have the stomach to do it myself…the tactics mod didn’t last long with me, I found it sucked all the entertainment and fun right out of the game. __________________ Ever notice that "What The Hell!" is always the right decision?- Marilyn Monroe

07-10-2006, 10:38 PM	#36
Dundee Slaytern Ironworks Moderator Join Date: June 10, 2001 Location: Pasir Ris, Singapore Age: 42 Posts: 11,063	This is a tale of a man and his despair. A tragedy that led to one of Faerun's bestsellers. It began, as most tragedies are wont to do, in a peaceful valley. Karkorf Xnezzle was a benevolent man who was widely renowned as a physician of extraordinary skill. If he had desired so, he could have earned a comfortable living in a city, but he chose instead, to settle in the countryside for the sake of family. Time spent with his wife and children was more precious to him than wealth and stature. Then it happened. While on a house call at a neighbouring town as a favour to one of his friends, Hill Giants raided the village that Karkorf lived in, leaving much devastation in their rampage. His wife and children perished in the attack and Karkorf plunged into deep depression when he finally found out. Thoughts of avenging their deaths with an eye for an eye, death for a death, raced through his mind during those turbulent times, but his personal oath of not killing sentient beings stopped him from carrying out his dark desires. These inner conflicts drove him to the brink of insanity, and were it not for a moment of epiphany, he would most probably had become a madman. In an inn. It was in an inn that he had his epiphany. Drowning his sorrows in ale along with his regular drinking buddies, he went on to lament about his wretched life again. "If only my p-promise to J-Jacee was not there... I would kill them... kill them all!" "But Karkorf, couldn't you just hurt them then? Hurt them without killing them?" A split second of silence that seemed to drag on for eternity. Gears clicked. Marbles dropped. The universe, everything, suddenly made sense. Karkorf laughed, and laughed manically. Those around him at that time spoke of his laughter, and how it was so malevolent that it even killed the taste of their ale. Karkorf now had a purpose. ~~~~ ~~~~ "That... was interesting, but how does it relate to my question, Jaheira?" A campfire in the wilderness around Saradush. A party of five seated around it having a meal. The time is night, and the moon is bright. "Patience, Kelsey. All will be answered in due time. Given the size of the Marching Mountains, it will be some time before Rena comes back. So I can well afford to pad out my stories a bit." "Yeah, Kelsey! Just shut up and let Jaheira talk!" "Y-yes, dear." ~~~~ ~~~~ To be continued...

07-11-2006, 03:42 AM	#39
Dundee Slaytern Ironworks Moderator Join Date: June 10, 2001 Location: Pasir Ris, Singapore Age: 42 Posts: 11,063	A peaceful night in the wilderness. A softly cackling campfire in a clearing, its' embers glowing gently, its' heat welcomed by the campers who have sat down around it. They were the five companions of Rena Ryuuguu, and they were awaiting her return from the Marching Mountains. Such relaxing moments were rare for them, and as a result, were treasured by them very much. Well... most of them at least. Sarevok, the half-brother of Rena by virtue of the common divine blood that flows through them, grumbled often on the lack of carnage. He spent so much time polishing the head of his halberd, named Ravager, during these times that Imoen commented she could use it as a mirror, and she often did, much to Sarevok's annoyance. At the moment, the party was having hot tea. They had just finished supper and were reluctant to go to sleep, since it was not often that they get to revel like this. Sarevok however, was getting edgy. "This is pointless! Why do we have to stay put here and let HER get all the glory?" "Well, as I was explaining to Kelsey, it all began with Kar-" "To Hades with Karkorf! What does that wretched man have to do with anything!" "I haven't finished the story yet, Sarevok. I didn't want our food to get cold, so I decided to wait first before finishing off the rest of the story. Hmm... come to think of it now, thank you for reminding me. I expect the rest of you are interested in knowing what happened next?" "Oh yes! Pleeeease!" Imoen shrilled. "Well. I do want my question answered," Kelsey replied. "Boo loves stories! Minsc loves stories too!" Minsc answered eagerly. "This is Hell. The real Hell. I thought I was in Hell before, but I was wrong. This. IS. Hell," Sarevok said, as he buried his face into his palms. "You're free to go to sleep, Sarevok," Jaheira sharply chided, "Nobody is forcing you to listen anyway." "I would, if not for the fact that it would be impossible to do so with your incessant prattling," Sarevok gruffly responded. "W-Why you-" "Jaheira!" said Imoen, as she placed a hand on Jaheira to calm her down, "Let me handle him." "You? Handle him?" Kelsey said incredulously. "Why yes, dear. I will in fact, handle him. Sarevok, ooooh Sarevok!" Sarevok gritted his teeth at the piercing sound of Imoen's singsong voice. He had been an Evil man. He knew when Evil was at hand. And this, this was *EVIL* in the guise of a pink-haired girl. "What. Is. It?" Sarevok meticulously said, careful not to drop his guard against this other wretched half-sister of his. "You shall listen to Jaheira's story. You shall not complain. You shall not interrupt until she is done, and above all... You shall apologise to her right now." "That's... a lot of 'shalls'," Kelsey commented to himself. "And why..." Sarevok slowly answered, trying his best to match Imoen's gaze towards him, "... should I?" Imoen grinned, and had he been inclined to share his thoughts, Sarevok would have sworn that her toothy grin at that point was positively Demonic in nature. "Because I know." "Know. What?" "Hydrangeas." "Hydras? Those monsters?" Minsc blissfully asked aloud to nobody in particular, as one each from Jaheira's, Kelsey's, and Boo's( yes, even Boo's) eyebrows raised in interest. To his credit, Sarevok's expression did not flinch. His face was still set in stone, but had his inner thoughts been vocalised, his screaming would have thundered throughout the forest. "How..." he finally said, after a moment of silence. Imoen giggled as she rested her cheek onto her hand which was resting on her lap, and winked at Sarevok, "It's a secret." "Does anyone else notice that Imoen seems to have blackmail material on all of us? Anyone? Anyone?" Kelsey ventured, but he received no reply. Sarevok's mood darken, but he was a defeated man. His pride was at stake here. How Imoen found out the one thing he kept secret from everybody except Tamako, he had no idea, but Imoen somehow knew, and she was taking great delight in it. Damn her! Swallowing his saliva, Sarevok cleared his throat and painfully forced himself to say to Jaheira, word by excruciating word, "I-I am sorry. P-Please c-continue with your s-story. P-Please." Jaheira was agape. Had she been told even last month that Sarevok would one day be apologising to her, she would have hysterically dismissed it with laughter, but here she was, and here he is, saying sorry to her. It was almost too surreal for her, it took a while for her to absorb it all in. "A-apology accepted. Ah-er... thank you." Imoen giggled again, "Yay! Now let's get on with the story!" As Jaheira began to pick up where she left off, Imoen sidled up to Sarevok and whispered to him, "This's for swiping my shampoo!" Sarevok remained silent. ~~~~ ~~~~ To be continued...

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