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Fireball? What's that?
The bickering of the dwarf and warrior repeated each time they encountered a door and each time one of them found themselves flying through it. This became so much a habit that even Slushie stopped trying to break up the fighting and join the rest of the party in secretly taking bets on who will be opened the door with next. Once again, the party was progressing nicely. And once again it didn't last long. For the dungeon was... kinda over before it even started properly. The party found several rooms along with that weird underground bathroom that not even the dwarf would use. But that was it. No exit, in sight, no explanation as to how the bloody hell did a pirate find his way into the complex with enough confidence to even take a dump with no one keeping watch for ambush. Nothing.
“Wha' the bloodeh hell now?”
“I don't understand... we... don't seem have to any other options,” Powah sighed trying to stare a new exit into her map by sheer willpower.
“Prolly the dwarf''s fault.” Bashme concluded.
...
“Wha' did tha' defective rusted ramin' stick just say?”
“Well, it's the most logical conclusion.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, always blame someone smaller than you.”
The dwarf's eye twitched, he let out a scream and pounced at the warrior with the precision and grace only a drunken dwarf could portrait. But in a surprising moment of enlightenment Bashme not only stepped away, but also put a foot in the way of his drunken assailant. And thus, the dwarf's raging scream smoothly switched into a surprised yelp as Canhasgold lost balance, falling right into the wall in front of him.... and disappearing right into it.
“What the-” Chrt gasped.
“The wall ate him?” The warrior gasped as well. “That's just.... awesome!”
He came closer to the culprit-wall and leaned towards it.
“Excuse me? Could you please at least spit out his boots?”
However, instead, the wall spat out a dwarven fist in Bashme's face, followed by an angry dwarf, as he stepped out casually out of the seemingly solid stone. Trickortreat slid forward and after a short examination declared the wall a primitive, non-lethal illusion. A small pause ensued as the rest of the party pondered what a lethal illusion would look like, in most cases deciding that the witch just wanted to feel important through caster-babble. But now, as they found a new path, they were distracted enough by their actual task to forget such pressing issues as beating the snot out of each other for no apparent reason for a few minutes and go investigate. The illusionary wall let them into a large room.... Where a small welcome comity caught them a tad by surprise.
“Well, this just isn't fair!” Powah stared around the room as out of seemingly nowhere 8 brigands started to encircle the party from all sides.
“I don't think we fought very fair until now though,” Slushie sighed. As she readied her blade.
“What are ye talking aboot. O' corse 'twas fair back then, ye twat. We won!” Canhasgold grunted, but with the same pissiness as always, charged the nearest brigand.
“Protect the casters! Protect the casters!” The witch yelled as she hid behind the druid.
“Why dun the casters, you know, use some magic? I don't think I've seen you do that yet,” Bashme growled fending off one of the brigands and hitting himself in the process.
“But... I don't know what it does...” Trickortreat squealed confused.
“You WHAT?” Chrt was so caught by surprise by the dwarf's yell, that she twitched and actually hit the brigand charging at her in the shoulder with her arrow. “Ye gods, how retarded can ye get? Quit yer yammering and cast something!”
Trickortreat had no time for protests, as she herself was assaulted by one of the brigands. So she dug deep into her memory and with a shaky hand pointing at the mugger blurted out a spell known as Lightning. There was a bright flash and light engulfed the attacker's face as he stumbled back, holding his eyes. “GAH! THE OLD HAG BLINDED ME!”
“What did you call me!?” The witch hissed and encouraged by the rather unexpected effect of her spell pounced with her broom at the thug, but, as the blinded man stumbled around, the witch missed rather ungracefully. Slushie decided to try her hand at casting as well, with a lil something called Fulc.. Fulimic... Fulminictus. Or otherwise known as "spell of so complex a name that people fail casting it by just trying to pronounce it right". It took the ice elf three tries to get it right. But when she did, an energy wave left her fingers, impaling one of the brigands, who in turn cried out in serious agony. A wicked smile spread across Slushies face as the potential of this literally unspeakable spell dawned on her. She raised her hand chanted the casting again.... only to realise her astral self by now became too weak to complete the spell, wasting precious seconds allwoing the brigand to jump her again. Powah finding no attack spells in her repertoire, proceeded to blindly... blind her opponents with the Lightning spell. Trickortreat digging deeper into her memory dug out an attack spell called Terror Broom, but kept bursting out laughing at the name and was struck unconscious before the world could experience the sheer horror of raging cleaning utilities.
And as the astral power of the group quickly diminished, the adventurers became even easier targets and the casters and ranged attackers were knocked out one by one. Only the two fighters remained, their backs pressed against each other as they fought off a group twice their size still. They were outnumbered, severely beaten, and the warrior managed to break one of his swords somewhere along the way. And worst of all... they were forced to work together.
“So unfair, man!”
“Oh quit yer wussin'. Bad enough Ah have yer cooties all over me back.”
“Me? The wuss? I bet the only reason you're still standing is because you're too stupid to realise how dead you are!”
“Be tha' so... Realleh... Oh tis on tin man. First one t' the ground buys beer for everybodeh,” the dwarf growled and with the prospect of alcohol in mind jumped the nearest brigand with a mighty battle cry.
Perhaps it was pure luck. Perhaps destiny. But this day, against all logic, a warrior and dwarf prevailed, yelling out in joy and adrenaline rush as the last brigand fell on the floor. Bashme took a few deep breaths to calm down and savior the aroma of victory. Apparently victory smelled like sweat and moldy walls.
“I guess none of us gets the free beer then...”
“Oh Ah do.”
“Wha-” Bashme turned around to ask the dwarf what he meant, but the answer came in form of the blunt end of the dwarf's axe right into his temple.
“Nnnno... Notttt. Faaaaiii-” Bashme sighed as he lost consciosness, falling to the ground.
“Plenty fair. As long as Ah win, lad.” The dwarf looked around the battle field with a satisfied grin... But that grin froze in place as a rather unpleasant realisation dawned upon him.
“Ye gods.... I'll have to drag those unconscious dweebs out here all by meself, won't Ah...”
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OOC Notes:
Spells.... in Arkania... are.... WEIRD.
And they seldom work, especially in the beginning. Sure, they get better with use, but...
They are unpredictable if you don't know them and unless you look up a FAQ (which I am avoiding at all cost), you have no chance of guessing. Lightning indeed makes no damage whatsoever (and since I upped this skill when I was making my characters like crazy this came as a “bit” of a bummer XP) and I'm not sure what the blinding part actually does. Fulminictus came as a blessing in Slushie's hands once she got the hang of it, but it drains her mana real fricken hard. The process of learning spells is a trial error task to the highest degree and sometimes you won't know what a sell does, because the message window disappears way to fricken fast. @@ (downside of playing a 15+ year old game)
What I know in this stage of the game is:
Terror Broom, Fulminictus, Summon Bats: damage (the last one is dreadful to pull of and makes no damage most of the time)
Lightning: Blind
Magic Armor: armor class up
Bambaladam(real name, not kidding): I THINK makes an enemy lose a turn
The bickering of the dwarf and warrior repeated each time they encountered a door and each time one of them found themselves flying through it. This became so much a habit that even Slushie stopped trying to break up the fighting and join the rest of the party in secretly taking bets on who will be opened the door with next. Once again, the party was progressing nicely. And once again it didn't last long. For the dungeon was... kinda over before it even started properly. The party found several rooms along with that weird underground bathroom that not even the dwarf would use. But that was it. No exit, in sight, no explanation as to how the bloody hell did a pirate find his way into the complex with enough confidence to even take a dump with no one keeping watch for ambush. Nothing.
“Wha' the bloodeh hell now?”
“I don't understand... we... don't seem have to any other options,” Powah sighed trying to stare a new exit into her map by sheer willpower.
“Prolly the dwarf''s fault.” Bashme concluded.
...
“Wha' did tha' defective rusted ramin' stick just say?”
“Well, it's the most logical conclusion.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, always blame someone smaller than you.”
The dwarf's eye twitched, he let out a scream and pounced at the warrior with the precision and grace only a drunken dwarf could portrait. But in a surprising moment of enlightenment Bashme not only stepped away, but also put a foot in the way of his drunken assailant. And thus, the dwarf's raging scream smoothly switched into a surprised yelp as Canhasgold lost balance, falling right into the wall in front of him.... and disappearing right into it.
“What the-” Chrt gasped.
“The wall ate him?” The warrior gasped as well. “That's just.... awesome!”
He came closer to the culprit-wall and leaned towards it.
“Excuse me? Could you please at least spit out his boots?”
However, instead, the wall spat out a dwarven fist in Bashme's face, followed by an angry dwarf, as he stepped out casually out of the seemingly solid stone. Trickortreat slid forward and after a short examination declared the wall a primitive, non-lethal illusion. A small pause ensued as the rest of the party pondered what a lethal illusion would look like, in most cases deciding that the witch just wanted to feel important through caster-babble. But now, as they found a new path, they were distracted enough by their actual task to forget such pressing issues as beating the snot out of each other for no apparent reason for a few minutes and go investigate. The illusionary wall let them into a large room.... Where a small welcome comity caught them a tad by surprise.
“Well, this just isn't fair!” Powah stared around the room as out of seemingly nowhere 8 brigands started to encircle the party from all sides.
“I don't think we fought very fair until now though,” Slushie sighed. As she readied her blade.
“What are ye talking aboot. O' corse 'twas fair back then, ye twat. We won!” Canhasgold grunted, but with the same pissiness as always, charged the nearest brigand.
“Protect the casters! Protect the casters!” The witch yelled as she hid behind the druid.
“Why dun the casters, you know, use some magic? I don't think I've seen you do that yet,” Bashme growled fending off one of the brigands and hitting himself in the process.
“But... I don't know what it does...” Trickortreat squealed confused.
“You WHAT?” Chrt was so caught by surprise by the dwarf's yell, that she twitched and actually hit the brigand charging at her in the shoulder with her arrow. “Ye gods, how retarded can ye get? Quit yer yammering and cast something!”
Trickortreat had no time for protests, as she herself was assaulted by one of the brigands. So she dug deep into her memory and with a shaky hand pointing at the mugger blurted out a spell known as Lightning. There was a bright flash and light engulfed the attacker's face as he stumbled back, holding his eyes. “GAH! THE OLD HAG BLINDED ME!”
“What did you call me!?” The witch hissed and encouraged by the rather unexpected effect of her spell pounced with her broom at the thug, but, as the blinded man stumbled around, the witch missed rather ungracefully. Slushie decided to try her hand at casting as well, with a lil something called Fulc.. Fulimic... Fulminictus. Or otherwise known as "spell of so complex a name that people fail casting it by just trying to pronounce it right". It took the ice elf three tries to get it right. But when she did, an energy wave left her fingers, impaling one of the brigands, who in turn cried out in serious agony. A wicked smile spread across Slushies face as the potential of this literally unspeakable spell dawned on her. She raised her hand chanted the casting again.... only to realise her astral self by now became too weak to complete the spell, wasting precious seconds allwoing the brigand to jump her again. Powah finding no attack spells in her repertoire, proceeded to blindly... blind her opponents with the Lightning spell. Trickortreat digging deeper into her memory dug out an attack spell called Terror Broom, but kept bursting out laughing at the name and was struck unconscious before the world could experience the sheer horror of raging cleaning utilities.
And as the astral power of the group quickly diminished, the adventurers became even easier targets and the casters and ranged attackers were knocked out one by one. Only the two fighters remained, their backs pressed against each other as they fought off a group twice their size still. They were outnumbered, severely beaten, and the warrior managed to break one of his swords somewhere along the way. And worst of all... they were forced to work together.
“So unfair, man!”
“Oh quit yer wussin'. Bad enough Ah have yer cooties all over me back.”
“Me? The wuss? I bet the only reason you're still standing is because you're too stupid to realise how dead you are!”
“Be tha' so... Realleh... Oh tis on tin man. First one t' the ground buys beer for everybodeh,” the dwarf growled and with the prospect of alcohol in mind jumped the nearest brigand with a mighty battle cry.
Perhaps it was pure luck. Perhaps destiny. But this day, against all logic, a warrior and dwarf prevailed, yelling out in joy and adrenaline rush as the last brigand fell on the floor. Bashme took a few deep breaths to calm down and savior the aroma of victory. Apparently victory smelled like sweat and moldy walls.
“I guess none of us gets the free beer then...”
“Oh Ah do.”
“Wha-” Bashme turned around to ask the dwarf what he meant, but the answer came in form of the blunt end of the dwarf's axe right into his temple.
“Nnnno... Notttt. Faaaaiii-” Bashme sighed as he lost consciosness, falling to the ground.
“Plenty fair. As long as Ah win, lad.” The dwarf looked around the battle field with a satisfied grin... But that grin froze in place as a rather unpleasant realisation dawned upon him.
“Ye gods.... I'll have to drag those unconscious dweebs out here all by meself, won't Ah...”
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OOC Notes:
Spells.... in Arkania... are.... WEIRD.
And they seldom work, especially in the beginning. Sure, they get better with use, but...
They are unpredictable if you don't know them and unless you look up a FAQ (which I am avoiding at all cost), you have no chance of guessing. Lightning indeed makes no damage whatsoever (and since I upped this skill when I was making my characters like crazy this came as a “bit” of a bummer XP) and I'm not sure what the blinding part actually does. Fulminictus came as a blessing in Slushie's hands once she got the hang of it, but it drains her mana real fricken hard. The process of learning spells is a trial error task to the highest degree and sometimes you won't know what a sell does, because the message window disappears way to fricken fast. @@ (downside of playing a 15+ year old game)
What I know in this stage of the game is:
Terror Broom, Fulminictus, Summon Bats: damage (the last one is dreadful to pull of and makes no damage most of the time)
Lightning: Blind
Magic Armor: armor class up
Bambaladam(real name, not kidding): I THINK makes an enemy lose a turn