Voodoo Daddy
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Let's play Wizardry 1!
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Andyman Messiah
Mr. Ed-ucated
I care too, Avril! When's the next update, dude?
Voodoo Daddy
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~FIN
Andyman Messiah
Mr. Ed-ucated
Restart!
sportforredneck
Cipher
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A stunning conclusion Chefe.
Lonely Vazdru
Pimp my Title
Voodoo Daddy said:A destroyed save game file.
Why do you lie ? Get back to work, you lazy piece of shit
theverybigslayer
Liturgist
Come on, please continue...
Btw I am on the deepest level of the dungeon, I need 100000 xp for the 12th level and I get only 1000 xp from a combat
That's incredibly annoying. This is a bigger treadmill than the recent MMORPGs.
Btw I am on the deepest level of the dungeon, I need 100000 xp for the 12th level and I get only 1000 xp from a combat
That's incredibly annoying. This is a bigger treadmill than the recent MMORPGs.Chefe
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It was a dark and stormy night. Or, perhaps, it was clear and calm. I did not know, for I was deep in a foreboding dungeon. How long had I been down here? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Millenia? Time seemed irrelevant as the drive for experience and treasures took hold of me. The greed and bloodlust was impossible to overcome. I desired to go further and further even though there was a good chance it would spell my ultimate demise.
But then, something happened. Something that my party had not accounted for. The world went black. I felt the cold touch of death surround me. And then... nothing.
Blackness.
Oblivion.
In what seemed like both an instant, and after an eternity, I awoke. My eyes began adjusting to the darkness and I felt nothing but cool dank air and hard stone. Dried blood encrusted my fingertips and flakes of skin started to fall off my arms and legs. My head was swimming. Pain, exotic imagery... it was all too overwhelming, but I persevered and managed to come to my senses and stand up. I looked around. As I saw the corpses of my friends I let out a horrific shriek. We had been in a battle and we had fallen. We had all died but I... I had been resurrected! Even now I could feel my dead skin shedding from my body as I rejuvenated. Some noble soul with amazing holy powers had taken pity on us. Death was easy, living was hard, but this second chance forced me to realize what needed to be done. We needed to stop Werdna's evil machinations. The foul beasts that plague this godforsaken lair must be purged and not allowed to enter the upper world.
This is the stupidest story I've ever heard!
Three days I spent dragging my comrades, one by one, up to the surface. The priestess of the Temple of Cant generously offered to place their bodies in a stasis field while I obtained the necessary funds to revive them, which were significant given their stage of decay. Beautiful visages now desecrated by the ugly hand of death. Lylgamyn was a sprawling metropolis that provided ample opportunities to procure the gold I required. I did unsavory things for unsavory people. I went on quests that good men would fall ill over the mere mention. I had to visit hundreds of different priests, and deny countless combat challenges, just to barely keep my alignment intact.
I thought you weren't allowed to leave the dungeon. Plot holes abound, folks! Barkeep!
It looks like some stuff will be swept under the rug.
Pipe down, both of you.
After a month of vile deeds I returned to the Temple of Cant with enough gold to make any peasant jealous. Carrie, the priestess there, had waited patiently for my return. She was a stone cold vixen, but I understood that the conduit required for regeneration was expensive to maintain, especially when one was resurrecting a person from complete and absolute death.
It was my pleasure.
It's not absolute death if you can be revived from it!
May I provide you with an elixir of calming as we listen to the rest of this tale?
Damn elixirs won't help me grasp this convoluted mess! I lost track of how many characters this damn thing has now!
I also was able to coax her into putting my comrades into a temporary comatose state with the magical Hcetris herb. I did not want them to know what happened, and I did not want anyone to be indebted to me.
But WE know! We know it all! AND I'M GOING TO TELL THEM!
You're not telling anyone anything. I laced your mead with a memory loss potion. You will forget everything that has happened this last month.
Damn you, barkeep! Damn you....
...
Orb? Hey, Orb, wake up. Bruce, you know mixing Adsehteb and Erawoib, thus creating the most potent memory loss potion known to man, is highly illegal, right?
It had to be done. Hey, Orb, you alright?
... whu... what happened?
You fell down and woke up a month later.
Woah. I'll take another round of that stuff!
Idiot.
I have waited for several hours in a room on the first level. They have started to awaken. I would allow my companions and myself to come to the conclusion that we were defeated, our gear stripped, and Werdna's henchmen dragged us to the highest level as a warning to other adventurers... but they had made the fatal mistake of not checking to see if we were really dead.
Meanwhile... on Level 10...
Milord! Your crystal ball has been repaired!
I cannot believe those damn fools took a month to do it! Kill them and get me some new enchanters.
Yes, milord.
It looks like our doomed adventurers are... ON THE FIRST LEVEL! What is this madness, henchman?
I... I do not know, milord!
You pathetic worm! Why do I keep you around?
Because your compassion knows no bounds, milord!
Whatever. Let us commence with our villainy.
Shall we engage in maniacal laughter, milord?
Not at this moment, but perhaps in a little while.
It is time for this adventure to begin anew. It is time for the evil wizard to fall. There is no rest for the just. There is nowhere for evil to run this time. For this is... Wizardry!
Hey, have I ever told you guys about the time that I drank so much I passed out for a whole month? Barkeep!
But then, something happened. Something that my party had not accounted for. The world went black. I felt the cold touch of death surround me. And then... nothing.
Blackness.
Oblivion.
In what seemed like both an instant, and after an eternity, I awoke. My eyes began adjusting to the darkness and I felt nothing but cool dank air and hard stone. Dried blood encrusted my fingertips and flakes of skin started to fall off my arms and legs. My head was swimming. Pain, exotic imagery... it was all too overwhelming, but I persevered and managed to come to my senses and stand up. I looked around. As I saw the corpses of my friends I let out a horrific shriek. We had been in a battle and we had fallen. We had all died but I... I had been resurrected! Even now I could feel my dead skin shedding from my body as I rejuvenated. Some noble soul with amazing holy powers had taken pity on us. Death was easy, living was hard, but this second chance forced me to realize what needed to be done. We needed to stop Werdna's evil machinations. The foul beasts that plague this godforsaken lair must be purged and not allowed to enter the upper world.
Three days I spent dragging my comrades, one by one, up to the surface. The priestess of the Temple of Cant generously offered to place their bodies in a stasis field while I obtained the necessary funds to revive them, which were significant given their stage of decay. Beautiful visages now desecrated by the ugly hand of death. Lylgamyn was a sprawling metropolis that provided ample opportunities to procure the gold I required. I did unsavory things for unsavory people. I went on quests that good men would fall ill over the mere mention. I had to visit hundreds of different priests, and deny countless combat challenges, just to barely keep my alignment intact.
After a month of vile deeds I returned to the Temple of Cant with enough gold to make any peasant jealous. Carrie, the priestess there, had waited patiently for my return. She was a stone cold vixen, but I understood that the conduit required for regeneration was expensive to maintain, especially when one was resurrecting a person from complete and absolute death.
I also was able to coax her into putting my comrades into a temporary comatose state with the magical Hcetris herb. I did not want them to know what happened, and I did not want anyone to be indebted to me.
I have waited for several hours in a room on the first level. They have started to awaken. I would allow my companions and myself to come to the conclusion that we were defeated, our gear stripped, and Werdna's henchmen dragged us to the highest level as a warning to other adventurers... but they had made the fatal mistake of not checking to see if we were really dead.
Meanwhile... on Level 10...
It is time for this adventure to begin anew. It is time for the evil wizard to fall. There is no rest for the just. There is nowhere for evil to run this time. For this is... Wizardry!
Fat Dragon
Arbiter
Postin' in an old, gay, necro'd thread...
ElectricOtter
Guest
dude
not cool
not cool
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Arcane
get the fuck on this
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