I did not manage to capture the escaping elven mage in the screenshot.
She was running so fast, she must have been an offspring of The Flash and Quicksilver.
Yeah, THAT way.
I do not think player response matters here at all. It is just a question of making yourself feel good inside.
Damn, and I was counting for a reward sex sometime later.
That is insulting. When I actually meet her, I will punch her so hard, her brain falls out!
Epic foreshadowing.
Ust Natha has some surprisingly heavy traffic.
In case someone has problems distinguishing what is going on in the screenshot: a drow male (and one other guard) leading a few
svirn- svrif- deep gnome slaves is accidentally blocking the path of a drow female.
Actually, you can easily walk through.
Like I just did.
I think this guy's fucked.
His slaves are not the sharpest, it seems.
Also, she addresses him as 'male'.
Never a good sign.
This would be the time to employ Rincewind's school of thought of not focusing on moving 'where to' but 'where from'.
Or any school of though at all.
...
I should probably move away.
For some reason, I was spared.
Well, I don't envy street cleaners here. But then I don't really envy street cleaners anywhere, so...
Instances of senseless drow violence: 3
Actually, dat would be AWESOME. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sign me up!
Yeah, dream on.
I should have known this was only a tease.
How about we stop sightseeing and actually try to make some story progress?
If we have to.
I like how everyone in Ust Natha has to rub in that they are better than you until proven otherwise. However, I would love to see some reactivity outside of the critical path. For example, mastering the arena should be news enough to boost your reputation at least a bit, but it has exactly zero impact on everything.
'Veldrin' means 'concealment' or 'disguise', by the way. Adalon mentioned it is a popular name among drow, which alone says a lot about their society.
Yeah, contrary ta all other drow, whoz ass is avatarz of patience.
Oh, he is one of the teleporting freaks. Just when I was starting to like him.
Wasting no time, we arrive at the platform.
Did yo dirty ass manage ta verify tha part where mah 'group' was smoked by umber hulks?
Um, Electronic Arts?
Def story, bro.
Yeah, yeah, failure aint a option n' shiznit like dis shit.
Solaufein is one of my favourite NPCs. I really like his style. The way he treats the player's party like retarded twelve year olds is exactly what you should do in his place: being given unproven and unknown quality help for an extremely important task. Any misunderstanding could cost lives after all (especially his life).
Ooh, I can see he doesn't like that at all.
Need to rest?
Nah, I'm good.
Let's go then.
Ok, this is unexpected.
What the fuuuck? Web!
Ouch.
No, wait!
Well, shit.
Death Count: 228
Loading.
I am having some bad feelings about this. Remember the last time when I was fighting a group which included a maze-casting mage?
I am trying not to.
Let us scout a bit first.
One wimp and his bat, one retard and his dog, one fanatic and her skeleton sex-slave, and... a goblin?
We should probably add one invisible
rogue thief to this.
Must be the goblin's owner.
Goblins can be free people, you know.
I refuse to believe that.
I remember this is how we dealt with the maze threat last time.
Boned! Oh wait, he survived.
You did not stab him hard enough!
The goblin got in my way!
I don't even know what is going on here.
This should calm things down.
Noooo! Fuck youuuuu!
And he managed to cast it just before dying.
Death Count: 229
Load game.
Can we ensure this batfucker dies when I backstab him?
I think so.
I Like it!
Oh, come on!
Not that I can tell everything that is going on, but this isn't looking well.
Goodbye, everyone.
I probably forgot to make the death screen-shot out of frustration, but believe me, it was there.
Death Count: 230
Load the damn game.
They probably hate me because I'm black.
Whatever, let us try again.
Web works surprisingly well here for a 2nd level spell. Most of the enemies get incapacitated.
We leave the sight range of the group, pursued by the invisible assassin, who unfortunately made his web saving throw.
Hold still... Damn it!
Oh, FFS, can't you guys wait for your turn!?
Help, help, I'm being persecuted!
Uh-huh.
Death Count: 231
Loady-load.
Did we save the game after killing the mage?
There was no window of opportunity for that.
Trying to spread out the group a little, we flee them as far as the entrance to Adalon's lair.
Damien follows.
We try to pull him inside the lair (sometimes enemies will follow you between maps), but no go.
We ditch Damien and try to go back and backstab the mage, but he and Boz are blocking the narrow pathway, and we cannot go through.
The skeleton stands quite alone, so we pick it as the easiest target.
AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!
It does not go all that well.
The Codex cowardly flees, using his Staff of Cheese.
Fuck you!
We decide to employ some high-level magic to aid our cause.
Chandrilla is paralysed.
There are a lot of things I could do to a paralyzed woman, especially from the back.
Not while she is wearing armour.
You have no imagination.
I will limit myself to sticking my long and very hard tool into her.
You are an awful person. Why cannot I have a likeable protagonist, like everyone else?
You get what you deserve.
Well, you certainly said that in the exactly right time.
You are so fucking dead, mouth-breathing surfacer!
Stop doing that!
I have to admit, I am having fun watching this.
You're supposed to be on my side!
That does it for Chunks the thief.
This is highly disappointing.
How are your fireball-catching skills, Boz?
Urk! This must be how Oberyn Martell felt...
And we only survived that because of Codex' poison immunity, courtesy of Ring of Gaxx.
Time out!
I would love to backstab the mage first, but he is still blocking the passage.
Time for some covert ops.
He is already pretty seriously wounded, so this is basically a coup-de-grace.
Oh, come on! Why won't you die!?
At least HE dropped something magical.
Pretty sweet, actually.
Here's my next best thing to backstab. Surprise two-handed sword critical strike!
No, no, NONONO! He's dead. He's fucking dead! I won! Don't send me to the maze!
A pyrrhic victory, if at all.
Death Count: 232
The load of loads.
I should have drank that strength potion.
Let's see if you manage to cast a spell this time.
Didn't think so.
Nice, but I already know this one.
Yo ass won't believe what tha fuck I had ta go all up in ta git here, Sol.
I really doubt he cares.
Yeah, maybe I took so long cuz I had ta bust a cap up in a gangbangin' fuckin army of surfacers on tha way, while you probably just teleported here wit dat swirly thang I don't give a fuck bout all muthafuckin day.
Yeah, you do dis shit.
Whoa, he's turning into a vampire from Twilight. Except there is no sunlight here... So confused.
I think we are seeing some results.
Yeah, definitely. That's an illithid.
Well, this is kinda awkward.
My positioning here is clearly sub-optimal.
I'm fine. Happy to be able to tank EVERYONE. No problem at all.
We try to cast Death Spell to kill off umber hulks, but it fizzles.
But we manage to pull off a chain lightning.
And not a moment too soon, because The Codex was starting to get overwhelmed but enemy's superior numbers.
Chain lightning changes the landscape of the battle, immediately destroying one umber hulk and wounding other enemies. The second hulk only requires a single strike to defeat.
The same with one of the mind flayers.
Solaufein kill-steals another mind flayer, but I decide to let it go and not reload.
A well-timed critical strike helps us swiftly deal with the remaining umber hulk. The fight is basically over.
Oh, don't run away. We want to play with you.
We manage to shoot the flayer down before Solaufein reaches it.
I helped a lil too, I believe.
Whatz wack wit rappin' right now?
Watch up fo' straight-up shitty crews wit white privilege.
Uh-huh. Sure, no problem. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Maybe I can slaughter another surfacer raidin jam on tha way.
Forever alone. *sigh*
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Next time: The Codex will need to learn to kill an ancient immortal enemy of all living things.