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Hillsfar ruins These ruins have a large variety of mobs we've not encountered before. Here's the nastiest: Rakshahas are immune to spells up till level 8, and that -4 AC is a form of physical immunity. I can't prevent them throwing lightning bolts, Narancs goes down (but isn't killed). The dog-monsters are Hell Hounds, a nuisance. Welcome back, Phase Spiders and Thri-Kreens, also known as Mantis Warriors! I've only a had few encounters with you in PoR. Those phase spiders look so adorable, like a ladybug before taking flight. And the treasure is... Seriously, why put so much currency as loot in the game? I have five party members with high strength, all 17, and the total carrying capacity is around 10000. But we have armor and stuff, the free capacity is about half of that. The pirates' also had a broad sword +2 (Eper) and a Ring of Prot +1 (Barack). There is a bug here, if the encounter consists of only phase spiders, their sprites disappear. Killing them works the same, it's graphics only. As mkreku said, Curse has much better portraits, both NPC and monster. This spider portrait is animated, the front two pairs are moving up and down, it's impressive and menacing. This is my favorite portrait so far in the Pools saga. Phlan ruins Here we are, in Old Phlan! Where the skies are so blue... Barack: -- I've missed my cats and doggy so much! And the budgies and the hamster and the llama and the koala and the canaries and the horses and the mongoose and the ducks and the piggy! Eper: -- How much does this cost you, to pay for caretakers and feed and so on? Barack: -- They don't cost a lot, only about 4000 gold per month. But the joy they give, you can't buy that with money! Alma: -- Strange. I didn't live here for long, compared to my previous life... But it feels like home. Szilva: -- It's memories that make a home. All the dangers we survived to help the city prosper. Citrom: -- My favorite bars are ready for rumble. Party-week starts NOW! This part of Old Phlan has absolutely nothing, not even a three-scene sidequest. Barack: -- We must've destroyed every cult and gang! We skip Zhentil Keep as before, it's a main quest zone. Moving to Teshwave by boat, the river pirates we beat up before still remember us: Alma: -- That's a first. I wanted to be a famous warrior whose enemies cower in fear at her mere sight, now I am! Teshwave ruins We get the surprise advantage in this battle, which is rare. It's usually the other way around. The enemies were lined up next to a wall, just waiting for a Lightning Bolt to rip through them. I moved Narancs into position, then targeted the wrong tile, taking down Szilva and seriously hurting Citrom. Narancs: -- I just blasted this hell hound in front of me... Citrom: -- Did you forget to take your pills this morning? Blasting away our cleric is the worst thing you can do! And I have second degree burns, awwwwww! Do I look like a lightning rod? Alma: -- *swinging at a Baneite cleric* There's still fighting to be done, you can kill each other later! The Voonlar Army We still have the Zhentarim bond. Is Voonlar allied with Zhentil Keep or Hillsfar? Let's talk with them. Another golden opportunity -- we're not subjects of the Black Network, just look like ones, thanks to the Z-bond. The fight is a joke, about 10 fighters without magical support. It's a wilderness battle, getting around the trees and rocks and whatnot to actually engage is the biggest challenge. Seeing their leaders fall, the army disperses. Szilva: -- And now we can add Army-Smasher to our already impressive list of self-made titles. Citrom: - We should have our own country. It's high time we got recognized by the world at large. Alma: -- One day, we're going to get that recognition. In the form of six "Wanted" posters. Voonlar ruins Voonlar is the demo version of Yulash, our next stop in the main quest. I'm skipping a few scenes, don't want to spoil everything. My mages are now level 11, I see the first Fireball with a 50+ damage roll. Poor vegepygmies, there's so many of them in a single battle, laziness prompts me to throw FB at them. A piece of a God? These Moander cultists need to be stepped on. Yulash is the next town, that's where 'Green' is hiding.

Chapter 19: The Pit Fighters Another low-intensity chapter, but this has a few fun monsters and a visit to an important place and a few gear upgrades. I remembered that at every town, in the outside menu, there should be a "Search area" option. Looking into a walkthrough confirmed this. But it wasn't there when we played Road Warriors. After leaving Haptooth, Essembra is the first stop, and lo and behold, "Search Area" is there. Was it removing the second bond? Was it killing Dracandros? I don't know, I'm just happy it's there. In Essembra, we visit the training hall. We gained more than 100 kXP each in Haptooth. Szilva rises to level 9, his final hit die is a 1, total HP 59. The mages also level up, to 10, they're still allowed to roll: both roll a 4. I select Ice Storm for Citrom (she has all the level 5 spells that are needed), and Dispel Magic for Narancs (he's done with both level 5 and 4). Szilva now has level 5 cleric spells, Raise Dead is available. I test out Slay Living in a few battles, but it doesn't impress. Having Raise Dead means less reloads, so I keep that. I start going to Daggers Falls, but at the Standing Stone, the robe-troll appears again, and says: Barack: -- I have good feelings about this! Green people are good people, they care about nature! I hope I can discuss gardening with them! Green it is then. Moving across the entire Dalelands, first stop is the best addition in Curse of the Azure Bonds: the magic shop. After we search around Dagger Falls: Citrom: -- A spare scroll with Hold Monster and Cloudkill is really handy. Narancs: -- Or one with Lightning Bolt and Haste. Barack: -- That javelin looks too big for a piercing! Is it for giants? I still would like to have one, it reminds me of my sexiest stiletto! Szilva: -- Potions of extra healing are a must, we need at least a six-pack. Remember those battles where I was held or otherwise hindered? Or Barack's poisoning, it could happen to me! You can't rely entirely on me to save your asses. Eper: -- STOP SPENDING MY MONEY ON YOUR WHIMS! Alma: -- It isn't your money, greedyface. We spend it according to the tactical needs presented by the members, that's the rule. Eper: -- I have a tactical need to own everything in this shop, twice. Alma: -- Hmmm... nnnnnno. But you're in luck, you'll be the first one to get a Wand of Magic Missile, which costs a hefty sum. Those worked for us very well back in Phlan, especially in the graveyard. Happy now? So, money still has weight, and we left behind a lot, because it's impossible to carry it. Time to convert the gems to money: Until we use "appraise" in a shop, we don't know how much a gem is worth. Least is 10 gp, most is 5000 gp (obviously, the appraise roll is weighted towards the cheap gems). We have about 350 gems by now, and sell it all plus 5 jewelry to buy: -- Two Wands of Magic Missiile, one each for Szilva and Eper. If there's a need for ranged combat, the fighters do well with Composite Bows plus magic arrows, the mages have a full arsenal, but the cleric and the rogue don't have a good ranged output. MaMi is a guaranteed hit and doesn't care about elemental immunities. This costs 80000 gp, that swallows most of the the gems' prices. -- Arrows +1, 50 each for the fighters and 100 for Eper. Seriously, this is so great, that I can, for example, shoot wights from afar with magic arrows and don't need to risk melee attacks. -- Two darts of hornets' nest, one each for the mages. Last resort weapons against magic resistant/immune enemies to prevent spellcasting, like high-level drow or rakshasas. -- The scrolls teach a total of 3 spells to my mages (one to Citrom and two to Narancs), but the rest is good as a backup. This is why I'm annoyed that "search area" wasn't available before Hap. If I had access to these scrolls earlier, I wouldn't have selected the spells on them on level-up (like Cloudkill). Level-up spell picks are a very limited resource. -- I'll be buying more stuff later. Basically everything in this shop is useful. Narancs: -- Did he say... beholder? Citrom: -- That's what he said. Eper: -- I'm marking this tower to be avoided even when I'm totally wasted. Alma: -- I'm so glad our bonds don't force us to visit there. Barack: -- What's so bad about beholders? Beauty is in their eyes, as the saying goes, they'll surely appreciate mine? The Tower of Oxam will be last chapter in Curse of the Azure Bonds, just like Valhingen Graveyard was in Pool of Radiance, an extra difficult challenge. We'll be coming back here, but definitely not now. Shadowdale pit This is the first of a number of very similar "side quests". We go down, wait for a few scripted encounters to happen (not tied to any place), then get some treasure. Szilva: -- A genuine "damsel in distress" story! Finally, it was missing from our journal! Citrom: -- I'm waiting for the invention of "hunk in distress" stories. Oh wait, I already invented them, but the publishers won't accept them! We really need more disposable income for women. Barack: -- I would buy them! But only if the guy in distress has orange eyes, dense black eyebrows, smells of cinnamon, has a pear-shaped birthmark above his left ear, is between 6 feet 2 inches and 6 feet 3 inches tall, has impeccable abs, his favorite food is spinach with fried eggs, favorite color is light cyan, doesn't wink while kissing, was born under the sign of the Raven, and likes gardening and smelling flowers. And his name is Cecil. Alma: -- And not one of you cares that a brave man died here. Eper: -- Brave and poor, he had nothing valuable on him. A mage scroll and a magic broad sword is our reward. Can anyone explain to me why are dragons interested in human females? Did someone play a marketing trick on them, "maidens are a dragon's best meal"? Alma: -- Hang on, girl, we're coming! Citrom: -- What if she is into dragons, and ran away from her family who weren't accepting of dragons as partners? Most people are monsterists, you know. Her father rewards us with 4000 platinum, a magical partisan (that's a polearm type in AD&Đ) and dagger, and a mage scroll with Feeblemind and other spells. Eper: -- Hey Narancs, you really need to learn or invent a spell which can haul away these piles of money. Or some dimensional whazzit to put it away, that would be safer, too. Leaving behind so much money is killing me! Alma: -- Mules. Eper: -- That's a porter spell? Alma: -- Yes, the material component is water and feed. Ashabenford pit This dracolich gets to act, we're not hasted and buffed. It 'gazes' on Alma, which paralyzes, but she shakes it off. The breath also hits Alma, but no else, spreading the party around in dragon battles is second nature by now. Magic missiles do the most damage to it, it falls on turn 2. I checked the Monster Manual, and it should have magic resistance and fear from the original form (even a -1 on the fear save). With MR stronger than the drow and buffed automatic fear, a dracolich would be a formidable opponent, no cheesy MaMi kills. A bunch of efreeti and salamanders appear, then disappear after a few AoE spells. This battle yields a "wanted" piece of gear, a Shortbow +2 for Eper. I was long hoping to find a +1 one, this is a juicy find. This pit is larger than the others, and it takes a lot of time to explore. In one area, even the architecture changes, buildings with doors, and inside one of them: Szilva: -- Is this guy for real? Sitting deep in a cave, where only monsters live, waiting to be employed as a guide? Eper: -- Greetings traveller, and welcome to my humble presence. I am Eper and, for a tithe, I will leave you alone and not take all your possessions. Interested? Several maps are reused in the game in the sidequests, and these false doors are a designer's trick to make them feel like different. Essembra pit Citrom: -- This looks a Friday night costume party. I wasn't aware that the drow know how to have real fun! Barack: -- Owlbears, I don't like them, that owl head is so last year. This year's trend is otyughlisks. After the Essembra adventure, fighters reach level 10, and the mages level 11. That's the last hit die roll for mages, Citrom rolls a 4 for a total 54 HP, Narancs a 3, total of 58. He now has more than Eper, though this is temporary. Citrom learns Dispel Magic, Narancs learns Prot From Evil 10'. With +3 weapons and base Strength of 17, THAC0 is 7 for the fighters. I really wish I had a non-bugged method to increase Strength, Enlarge worked so well in PoR.

Thanks! When I started, I considered different styles, and decided that I'm too old, jaded and cynical to write fully in-character about a heroic adventure. The ample real-world references and occasional 4th wall breaks entertain me while I'm writing, and hopefully others. Also, Tigranes's BG2 LP was very inspirational, he's a really talented writer. I deeply regret not letting forum members to name and "own" characters, I didn't think of that until after finishing PoR. Maybe for another LP. Haste does age characters, it was already "in" in Pool of Radiance, but according to Gold Box experts that I found over at the CRPG-Addict blog, aging doesn't change the primary stats and doesn't kill characters. The code is simply missing. I'm playing it safe now, like I would in a tabletop game, only casting Haste for the hardest battles, but I'm tempted to test this out myself.

A little essay on this epic battle and dragons in general in the Gold Box games. A lot is missing from the Curse dragons. They don't have dragon fear, no wing buffet (prone status doesn't exist in the GB engine), no spell-casting abilities, no magic resistance. They do have 5 physical attacks per turn, which includes the wing attack without the special effect. They have 48 Hit Points, which is ridiculously low. For comparison, a Drow Cleric has 42, and an Efreet 72, in this same dungeon. However, their breath weapon damage is tied to their maximum Hit Points, so if they have more maximum HP, they do more damage! This was a really bad design choice for the Gold Box series. Breath damage should be based on age-dependent rolls, just like in the Monster Manual, and Hit Points independent of that. Their breath is extremely dangerous thanks to this upgrade, even without the other features. (48 points equals the average of 16d4+8, which is the breath damage of an Old Black Dragon, 400+ years old. More on age categories below.) Since they breathed acid, I only had the scroll, a unique item, as protection. If they would've been red or white dragons, I could've used the cleric spells Resist Cold (1st level) or Resist Fire (2nd level) and the mage spell Fire Shield (which can be created as a Frost Shield instead, 4th level) to increase survival. But against acid, there is no systemic protection at all. At least, not in Curse, I vaguely recall that Pools of Darkness added rings against lightning and acid. This nonsense was rectified in 3rd edition, where the elemental defense spells protect against all elements. Dragons have age categories, a total of twelve, going from hatchling to great wyrm. A black dragon with AC 3, 48 HP, no spells and no magic resistance is age "2", which is "very young" (-4 HD). So weak dragons like we just fought do exist, but it's not believable that the host of dragons Dracandros summoned to his tower roof consisted entirely of kid dragons. Dragons that young are usually timid and elusive, since they're very vulnerable. However, different ages would have required more resources (separate stats, sprites, and most of all, the implementation of new abilities), which is always in short supply. I like this battle, it's very special, but you have to wink a lot to accept it as part of a story. Cutting the heart involves taking acid damage from the carcass. I didn't expect that, but only Alma and Barack take damage, no one dies. It's safe to rest here, which is badly needed at this point. So we're at the highest level of Dracandros's tower, and need to walk down to the exit. But there is an easy way down, no? Eper: -- *peeks below* We can just levitate down with one of those wizard spells, right? What's it called, Feather Flight? Narancs: -- Feather Fall. And there is a Levitation spell, second level. And a Fly spell, third level. But neither Citrom, nor I know such a spell. Eper: -- Why? These spells have a myriad plus one uses for an adventurer. Narancs: -- I don't understand it myself. It's as if these spells are... out of reach. Eper: -- The bogeyman has hidden it under your bed, and you're afraid to get it, or what? This conversation is my lamentation about how much is missing from the tabletop adventuring options in computer RPGs. Spells like Feather Fall, Spider Climb, Levitate, Fly were never implemented DnD computer games, since the engines don't handle height difference. They're staples in any adventuring wizard's arsenal otherwise. I would love to see a 3D first-person D&D game in the vein of Dark Messiah of M&M, Enclave, Ultima Underworld, etc. where these spells would be useful. One of the reasons I enjoyed Might&Magic 6-8 was that those games had Jump, Walk on Water, and Fly which changed how you play the game, and opened up new areas to explore. Jump and Fly also required vertical thinking, which is so different from the flat level-based games most cRPGs are. The first encounter on Level 4. This guy has 110 HPs and an AC of -6, the same basic stats as the buccaneer commander from Pool of Radiance. But he attacks twice per turn for an average of 15 damage. And resists everything I throw at him, and the fighters keep missing. On turn 3, he kills Eper, which prompts a reload. Second try, he fails against the first spell, Stinking Cloud, and dies without doing any damage. LOL, that's AD&D swinginess for you. He carried strong magical treasure, which we'll identify later. Still on level four, we find the Deadly Circus! The Standing Man, The Danger Games, Mettle Royale, you name it: Citrom: -- I'm too young to die! Narancs: -- This will finally establish who's the more capable mage in our party. Citrom: -- I promise to visit your grave now and then! This is a turn-based minigame, which is entirely based on random rolls as far as I know. The sphere starts in the middle, 30 feet from each, and whomever wins the control roll moves it towards the opponent 10 feet. The Sphere of Annihilation is fun item: "Any matter that comes in contact with a sphere is instantly sucked into the void, gone, and utterly destroyed. Only the direct intervention of a deity can restore an annihilated character." Narancs ceases to be promptly, without ever winning a roll. Second try is with Szilva, because I vaguely recall from old plays that the Curse implementation is wrong: it uses Wisdom instead of Intelligence as a roll modifier. And contrary to what the enemy mage says, but in accordance with the book description, anyone can control it, not just a mage. Sure enough, Szilva creams the enemy mage without much effort: After the battle, we find a single Potion. As we're moving down, the tower is full of random encounters, but these are weak, 3-4 opponents each. Down to Level 3. At the entrance, another dark elf lord appears, but this one's more flexible: Alma: -- The only payment here will be your life. Have at him! And then it disappears, another illusion. Smart kid, this Dracandros, I've got to give it to him. Eper: -- Con illusion, figures. Nowadays, even thieves aren't real. The way down is guarded by a pack of owlbears, led by drow. In this battle, I fail to notice at the beginning that "up" from the owlbears is a single drow cleric. After noticing, I send a Fireball, a Hold Person, and a Magic Missile her way, all resisted. She casts Hold Person, and 1/3 of my party is disabled. I still win, but I should be more careful, and check every angle of the screen. We find a pulsating object in the pool, which turns out to be a dragon egg. Another component for Silk. Barack: -- I want to take this egg home and hatch it and have a baby dragon that is so cute and then we'll be good friends and I'll be flying on his back and then he'll find a mate and his partner will come to live with us and lay eggs and they'll hatch and grow too and I'll have an entire pack of them and then I'll be called the Mother of Dragons and everyone will love me and talk about me. Szilva: -- How do you know it's a male? Barack: -- Because that's how I imagined it. That's an actual question? Like any RPG player ever wanted to skip loot because it takes abstract game-time? Oh these Gold Box text snippets are so weirdly funny sometimes. Level 2. The first thing we find is a piece of folded paper, the writing on the outside says "Avoiding tower traps" Barack: -- This is useful! I like learning about things! Narancs: -- Maybe we should... Dracandros, mage-mate, I wonder who'll have the last laugh. Level 1, exit floor. The last room is guarded by 6 wyverns. One of them strolls to Barack, hits, she fails the poison save. From max HP to dead, with one attack. On the other hand, Narancs was hit 3 times, and survived. I make camp, memorize a Neutralize Poison, then bring back Barack to life. This is a different "dead" state, the label is confusing (it confused younger me for a long while, a Commodore World magazine article taught me the details). Sensing that the final confrontation with "Red" is near, I buff up, using the Invisible Wall tactic. Dracandros has a permanent Protection from Normal Missiles and Minor Globe of Invulnerability on him. Or something which gives those effects. His entourage consists of 6 efreeti and 4 drow fighters, not a big threat. Since on turn 1, he can only see my mages, he casts a Lightning Bolt on one, which is absorbed by MGoI. On turn 2, Alma braves 2 disengagement attacks to reach Dracandros, hits him (no casting), he goes down on Turn 3. Mopping up the rest is not even worth a screenshot. We're finally at the end of this! Dracandros himself carried a magical bracers and a staff, but his bag contains a lot of additional loot. One final visit to the caves to reap our rewards: Barack: -- Nooooooo! You're destroying my dreams! I hate you all! Citrom: -- I'll buy you an umber hulk puppy when we get back to Phlan. They're really charming. It's money only, but a large sum which translates into XP in the GB engine, thank you. Back in Haptooth (which is called Hap on the world map, Oghma knows why) we sort out the loot, discarding the drow stuff since it would melt anyway after leaving the village. Dark elf lord treasure: Plate mail +3, shield +2, great stuff. Sphere of annihilation treasure: Potion of giant strength. It's better than nothing, and since Enlarge and other Str-options don't work due to bugs, it's actually pretty valuable. Bedroom treasure: Ring of prot +3 (becomes property of Szilva), some +1 and +2 weapons, potion of extra healing Dracandros gear: Bracers AC 2 (finally both mages have bracers!), quarter staff +2 Heavy bag: wand of fireballs, wand of ice storm, robe of powerlessness (cursed), ring of wizardry (*insert mad cackle*), scrolls: charm monster, lightning bolt, slow, confusion, cone of cold x2, protection from normal missiles, protection from good, Narancs: -- I don't want this Protection from Good. We're the good guys, this is for the bad guys. Citrom: -- I... uh... We all have a dark side, deep in our subconscious. I'll take it, just in case. This loot package finally helps with the AC of the frontline. Before we entered Hap, they had -2/-1/-2 AC, now they have -5/-4/-5, much better. And Citrom doesn't need to rely on a Shield spell any more to have physical protection. The biggest haul however is the Ring of Wizardry, without a doubt. I'm optimistic that maybe the Enlarge bug can be fixed somehow, like removing the characters from the party and re-adding them in the Training Hall. We turned Red to a red paste. What should be next, Green or Black?

Chapter 18: How To Slay Your Dragon Szilva: -- That's a dracolich! Barack: -- What's a dracolich? Szilva: -- It's an undead dragon. Barack: -- It's the child of an undead father and a dragon mother? Szilva: -- Nevermind. Alma: -- This is an abomination! It cannot be allowed to exist! Szilva: -- Lathander, stalwart enemy of all unlife beyond death, will be pleased to see this blasphemical creature obliterated, his light will guide our hands. During my studies as an acolyte, we were specifically instructed on the Cult of the Dragon, which creates dracoliches. In 916 Dale Reckoning, he sent an avatar to deal with the cult. Alas, they're like pests, always repopulate. Citrom: -- This avant-garde reimagining of the dragon's classic form is superb. But I don't think it would be pleased with a place in my garden. Narancs: -- Lemmesee... It's immune to the element of its original form, most likely fire. It's immune to mind effects, paralysis, cold, poison and smell because it's undead. Would Magic Missile work? I'm kind of stumped, and not too happy about fighting it. Eper: -- I see the hoard behind it. What are we waiting for? The battle goes without a hitch. Hasted fighters, one armed with the Dragon Slayer sword, magic missiles, and one final thrust by Szilva. That last action of my party takes it down. It had dragon breath, I spread my characters around, but it didn't get a chance to use it. "Solo boss" encounters are usually easy. I learned it while I was a GM to always break the challenge into multiple parts, that each require attention. Henchmen or allies, an environment effect or other permanent defense, summoned creatures, traps, hidden reinforcements, triggered defenses, a way to escape that must be blocked, and so on. The dracolich's treasure is only valuables, 8000 gold and 9000 platinum, LOL. No magic items. We're taking the gems and jewelry, as usual, and leaving the money behind. After a few steps, we reach a passage going up to a tower. A long cinematic sequence starts here. I don't like long cinematics, but this one is interesting to watch and offers a big choice at the end. Before I go into this, I use the Scroll of Prot. Dragon Breath on Barack. The buffs from the dracolich battle are still ongoing. This is pure metagaming, we don't get a chance to prep for the battle ahead otherwise. It's a non-choice, all options lead to Dracandros invoking the bonds to control us. And then teleports us away. Eper: -- We're done for! Alma: -- No guts, no treasury! One dragon approaches us. Eper: -- Wait, are all of those dragons illusions? Citrom: -- You wish. I feel their acrid breath right here. So Dracandros's agenda was to sic dragonkind on Elminster, that's why he used a sigil that looks like his. Clever, but no candy. Barack: -- Bye then, we're going! Have a nice chat, draggies and Draccie! A total of 14 Black Dragons? There can be only one -- option. During the first try, I'm too reckless, and Eper is killed by dragon breath. On the second try, I hang back with everyone except Barack, switching to ranged weapons on Alma and Szilva. I spread them out, too, just in case. Barack, protected by the scroll, is the vanguard, advances to the dragon ranks. Fireball's very long range comes in handy, we manage to kill a total of 3 dragons on the first turn: 2 with Fireballs and failed saves, and 1 with fireball damage plus the Dragon Slayer long sword wielded by the still hasted Barack (she has only 2 attacks on turn 1, then 4 attacks on turn 2, that's how 3/2 attack rate doubled by Haste works). Second turn takes down another 6 dragons, but they're up close now, two of them bypass Barack and attack Szilva. On turn 3, we suffer 3 breath attacks that don't target Barack, but no one takes two, so it's okay. Some dragons choose to breath on the back rank, ignoring Barack in front of them, that's a nice move from an otherwise weak AI. Turn 4 is the final one, and by that time, Hold Monsters were thrown to reduce the remaining threat. This is the last dragon: Here's the party status after the battle, which yields no treasure at all: Eper: -- *screaming* Where is maaahhh trehshuuure? Narancs: -- Their lair is not here, what did you expect? Eper: -- Mountain ranges of gold! Seas of platinum! Forests of jewelry! *cries in exasperation* Barack: -- There, there, have a peppermint candy. I save it for emergencies, it always makes my mood brighter.

I've been waiting for this ever since I've seen their "enhanced" editions. Now the entire IE-fan community will see what an inept company Beamdog is when they're not riding on the old glory of BioWare. Their own content is 4th rate fan fiction crap. I wrote that kind of stuff when I was a teen fledgling Dungeon Master, ~25 years ago. Oh wait! Their game will bridge the gap between BG1 and BG2, so they will still be riding on the old glory of BioWare, using characters, storylines, places, monsters, items, everything. Because without that kind of backup, their games would be so bad that the RPGCodex would write a three-act opera about its badness. These people shouldn't be allowed to even touch the sacred ancient content of BioWare. (My RPG content rating system is, narrative-wise: 4th rate fan fiction crap; 3rd rate tie-in novel crap; 2nd rate bestseller crap; 1st rate actual literature crap)

I'm not sure I follow your logic. The concise skill description has everything you need to know about a skill. It just drops the fluff. They look exactly what you originally posted as examples of what you want. When I said "stripped down language", I meant that the language used is consistent: for example, speed boosts are always described as "move X% faster", and no other wording is used. Same effect, same wording. It's good for you sanity.

I've bought and read lot of the AD&D brand novels, and I can honestly say that the Finder's Stone trilogy, with Azure Bonds as the starter was among the better ones. It had viewpoint characters, a "save yourself" story instead of the standard "save the world" story, and good amounts of humor. Just for the record, my favorite AD&Đ brand novels are the Prism Pentad from Troy Denning, which was the "world-builder" set of novels for the Dark Sun setting. There! Now that I've paid proper respects to my teen favorites, I feel much better. If you wanted to see skin, Dark Sun as a desert setting offered a lot, see the covers above. Even for the female gaze... And it was more believable, too, if you care about that.

After looking up the games unknown to me, I would like to have a key to Gunpoint. Thanks in advance!

We spot a barracks. Let's kick dark elf ass until it turns red! This is the first barrack, a dozen fighters are here. Does that mean that there will be cleric and mage barracks, too? Hmm... The battle goes pretty well by and large, Citrom is able to throw a Confuse before they break up and engage us. It's rare that she gets to cast Confuse, because it's a large AoE and affects allies. Unlike with damage spells, I'm not risking a buffed-up frontliner turning on us. In this battle, I witness the first Fireball that does 0 damage, because all of the dark elves (about 6-7) inside resist it. You're munchkins, drow, and you know it. Before this battle, I tried to buff up with Enlarge. And it said "... is unaffected". What-what-what? Enlarge is pretty important, it can boost Strength into giant levels with high level mages, which is awesome. This is a very annoying bug, and I have not seen it happen before. 15 salamanders, a full platoon of spear-wielding heat-bathers. I empty my entire spell arsenal into them (minus the fireballs and hold persons), but they're pretty resistant to Stinking Cloud and Ice Storm doesn't deal a lot of damage. They did a lot of damage, Szilva had to heal himself with Cure Serious. The lair of the salamanders is hot. There are 6 caskets here, and the characters trying to open them constantly take damage. But nothing a "Fix" can't fix. The loot is good: -- Scroll of protection from dragon breath. I have a weeeee bit of suspicion this'll be handy soon. -- Scroll of protection from paralysis. Another important hard counter, but for later. -- Long Sword +2 Dragon Slaying. Woo-hoo. -- Mace +3, non-drow. Will be useful after we leave Haptooth. -- Mage spells: Hold Monster (now both mages have it), Cloudkill (yes!), Minor Globe of Invulnerability (for Narancs, and not a moment too soon...) And an Ioun stone that raises Strength. But if I equip it, this happens: Look at the THAC0 and the damage bonus. So Enlarge is bugged and doesn't work, the Ioun Stone is bugged and gives godlike Strength, which I consider an exploit and won't use. Sheeeet... On a whim, I check my last option, the 2nd level Strength spell, both mages have it. It sets Strength to 100, and does nothing. The derived stats stay the same. COME ON! At least leave me one option to raise Strength, out of three... The say: "Move on sister, we have no quarrel with you." We would, but this a challenge we cannot pass on. A full dozen drow clerics. A whirlwind of Hold Persons, resistant to both might and magic. Is this doable? I will bend myself trying, that's for sure! They start out far, so several key spells won't reach them on the first turn (both Clouds, Silence), and Fireballing is still no guarantee. I won't detail the first two tries. Normal methods just don't work. The bastards are walking through the clouds like they're a refreshing sauna... (blue is Cloudkill, green is Stinking Cloud). And only the two mages are left standing, they don't have any chance. We need stealth, which means Invisibility 10' radius, for the frontline and Eper. When they're invisible, no spells or ranged abilities can target them, and only melee attacks are possible after the enemy bumps into them. The mages use Minor Globe of Invulnerability, which makes them immune to everything these casters can do. However, they're still targeted, which means the drow will waste spells on then. But I can't put them out front, they would get creamed by melee attacks. The solution is simple: the invisible members will wall off the mages, not doing anything on their turn (Done/Quit) to stay invisible. The enemy casters will bump into them, and start whacking them, but since they have good AC and are fully buffed, I don't expect any problems. The "Invisible Wall" tactic works beyond my expectations. I finish the battle without taking any damage! After the clerics wasted their Hold Persons on my immune mages, the other party members break invisibility and finish them off. They are targeted by a few Bestow Curses, but none of them even work (and even if they would, it wouldn't be a big deal). Here's a shot mid-battle, Barack is standing in the Cloudkill (she's immune at level 9). During the battle, Cloudkill claimed one cleric, the Stinking Clouds zero. They waltzed around in them... Out of the many Hold spells (I switched the Fireballs to Holds), I managed to paralyze a total 4 of clerics. There is no visual effect for invisibility, which is a bit confusing, but not that hard to keep track of. Yes, Citrom is unaffected. Come at me, bitches! In a side room, a few fighters are training ankhegs. Their spit is like a dragon breath, but only manages to spit, Stinking Cloud does its job. It feels so good to fight non-drow mobs, no magic resistance. Upcoming: the Mage Barracks! A total of 24 Lightning Bolts, plus plentiful Stinking Clouds and Magic Missiles. They can kill our party with Magic Missiles alone, given enough time... And they still have +3 warrior gear when can't cast for whatever reason. For comparison: so far, the most magic user enemies we faced was two, and they had no magic resistance, low AC, low HP, bad THAC0 and pitiful weapon attacks. The Invisible Wall tactics nets another win. But this one isn't as smooth. On turn 3, instead of D-Q for Done-Quit, I hit Q with Alma, which is for Quick fight. She attacks and breaks invi. Noes! On turn 2, I cast Confusion in the midst of the mages. The only one that failed to save is next my frontline, and he flees on turn 3. This draws disengagement attacks from Barack and Szilva, and reveals them as well. I learned something there. However, by this time, the Lightning Bolts are all spent and we're working our way through the mages with Fireballs (with their less HP, I went back to FBs from Hold Persons). Their Stinking Clouds disable three party members, and two of them are finished off, but that's the most they can achieve. In this battle, of the enemy mages becomes a Darwin Prize nominee. He casts a Stinking Cloud on my frontliners next to him, which means he is inside the AoE -- and then fails both the resistance and the save. All the barracks are cleared out, the battles that remain are cakewalks compared to them. 4 efreeti and 2 fighters guard a gate to the dark elf city below the tunnels, but the gate is collapsed when we get near. "None shall reach the divine city!". Who cares about your mushroom-lit cave city? It's worthless as a real estate. We care about the loot. In a large room, after dispose of the pathetic guards (2 casters, pfeh), a voice in our head says. "Beware! Great danger lies ahead!". Better buff up then! Haste is used. We peek into the next room, and notice an ominous huge shape move in the darkness...

Chapter 17: Help, We're Drow-ning Finishing this chapter took longer than the previous two combined. A jump in difficulty, that's still an understatement, explanation below. I'm following the game's and basically every walkthrough's order by dealing with "red" first. I know it for a fact that Yulash and the "green" enemies are much simpler, there are no magic-resistant, magic item-hoarding, heavily armored spellcasters by the dozen there, and you get a special wand to take care of the heavy hitters... But I decided to run through here anyway. Just a few steps down the road, we bump into a dark elf patrol. They don't attack on sight, instead they're strolling our way leisurely, like they own the world. Barack: -- Look at that mesmerizing silvery hair! I will ask for a lock from that woman who leads the patrol! And that jet black skin, you can't get that by suntanning! I'm so envious! Alma: -- Are those... what I think? Narancs: -- Yes, they are. Although I don't understand why they're walking in sunlight, that's supposed to be hurting their eyes and skin or something. Alma: -- What should we do? They don't act hostile. Yet. Narancs: -- If we act like subjects, they should leave us alone, they're a slaver race. We need information about what is going on here before we pick a fight. (Parlay/Meek is selected from the encounter menu) We enter the inn, where... Talking is useless, they beg us not to resist the drow masters. Alma: -- All right, this can't go on. I don't understand why they're here, but the entire village, including the Temple of Sune, has ****ted their pants. We can't get any service or any question answered. I'm sick of their groveling, and therefore I suggest that we start eliminating the patrols. The occupying force doesn't look big. Barack: -- I'd rather be friends with them. They look so magnificent. Citrom: -- *laughs* They don't have a word for 'friend'. Do you want details on what they do with their slaves? Barack: -- No, no thanks!... At least, it'll be easy to get that lock I want as memento. The first battle, with 4 drow fighters plus 2 clerics and 2 mages is a stark demo of things to come. Cleric: AC 0, 42 HP, drow mace +3, hold person, bestow curse, magic resistance. Mage: AC 1 (!), 28 HP, drow long sword +3, lightning bolt x2, stinking cloud x2, magic missiles, magic resistance. Hurting them with spells is not reliable, neither with weapons attacks, while they're full of disabling spells, plus strong damage spells on the mages. If they run out of spells, or get silenced, they can still put a lot of hurt on the party thanks to the +3 weapons. In this first encounter, we manage to disable 3 fighters and 1 cleric and 1 mage with Stinking Clouds (lucky) and hurt the other mage, but the other cleric gets off a hold person, aaaaaaand everyone saves. The battle goes smooth thereafter. After the battle, we loot the drow equipment: their chain mails are like a plate mail +1, an upgrade for the frontline, plus the base item is chain mail, so they get 9 Move Points in battle instead of 6! Trust me, that matters a lot. Their weapons are all +3, that's an upgrade for Barack, Szilva and Eper. Supposedly this equipment is drained in sunlight, but in the village it works flawlessly, both for them and for us. I'm not complaining. The next two patrols have only 1 spellcasters each, so they don't pose a lot of problem. Alma: -- You don't look like you've seen a lot of battle. Akabar: -- I've seen plenty of battle. The trick is to kill them before they get to you. I'm expert at employing active magic defenses. Citrom: -- But can you color your fireballs like me? *casts a lavender-colored fireball into the sky* Narancs: -- Or shape them into various geometric shapes like me? *casts a 12-tip star-shaped fireball into the sky* Alma: -- What is this, m-peen competition? I forgot to mention that at the inn, this brave soul volunteered to join us. I was hesitant because of the AI friendly fire ignorance, but decided to be an optimist in the end. Akabar Bel Akash the 6th level magic-user, with your vigorous 15 Hit Points and majestic Armor Class of 10, welcome. His spell list is perfect, though, I didn't need to touch his memorized list. My mages take care of all the specials anyway (Knock, Detect Magic, Slow/Haste, etc.). According to the townsfolk, the invaders' leadership camps out in a barn. Time to butcher some animals... The leader is an efreet. We've seen one as an ally from the bottle, this one mocks us. His retinue consists of 4 drow clerics and 4 drow mages. Ouch. We manage to get one hit each into two clerics on the front row. A third one finishes a Hold Person, Alma and Narancs are held. The latter was casting a Fireball... Next up, Szilva casts Silence 15' radius, and silences the last cleric and three mages. That's a big relief. Citrom follows up with a fireball, killing two mages outright, and hurting the fourth one. Akabar casts another Fireball, but with little effect, and hurts some frontliners. Only one enemy spell cast on the first turn, that's a nice result. Next turn, first is another enemy Hold Person, Akabar and Eper are held. Szilva casts Dispel Magic on Alma, since she's on the frontline, it succeeds, Alma is battle-ready again. Narancs, Akabar and Eper are all out reach for melee, thanks to Barack advancing before Eper. Citrom's Hold Monster fails to do anything, we manage a few hits to prevent spellcasting. Silence is still 'on'. This is how it looks like at the start of the third turn, when Szilva casts a Hold Person, which turns out to be another total failure. We didn't even scratch the efreet yet, because really, who cares about a regular melee attack when two squads of drow casters are breathing down your neck? The hero of the battle is Szilva by a large margin. His Silence was the key to not dying on the first turn, and dispelling the Hold from Alma before a coup-de-grace took her down was another big win. After the battle, the village comes alive. The general store opens, we identify and sell loot we found on the road, and get a map to some hidden caves beneath a sleeping volcano. Fire creatures love the place. I still keep Akabar on the roster. He was useful as an additional target! This is the first time we fight salamanders, who are immune to fire damage. This narrow tunnel-fight shows me something that I missed about having a 7th member in the party. The battle setup is automatic in the Gold Box games, I have no control over it, and thus, Eper is now considered frontline, and the outermost one, to make it even worse. I decide to drop Akabar after this battle. Eper is very vulnerable with is 1 AC and low HP, he belongs to the backline. Akabar, sensing that he's going to be fired, casts Stinking Cloud on the front drow fighter plus Alma and Szilva. Szilva fails the save and is disabled. Yes, THIS is why I don't allow NPC casters in the party. Akabar: -- Oops... These is inadequate lighting in these tunnels, I can't see clearly. Alma: -- *coughing and crying from the irritation* Run, you miscreant, run while we're still fighting! After that, my sword will be talking to you! Akabar: -- These adventurer types are so finicky... I'm leaving, no thanks necessary! Alma: -- Waaaaaaaaaaagh! Now that order is restored, we start exploring the caves carefully. Eper notices that small arrows, blending to the environment almost perfectly, point first west, then south. Szilva: -- It could be a trap. Eper: -- Can't be a bigger trap than your mouth. Narancs: -- It follows that if the tunnels are ruled by the drow, then whomever is hiding from them is a potential ally. Alma: -- Agreed. We will follow the arrows. Barack: -- Oh, it's a game! Maybe there is a reward for following the clues? Szilva: -- No, no, no, no, no. And I can repeat that a few hundred times if necessary. We won't walk into a trap set by seductive females. That's like Adventuring 101. Citrom: -- That's a sexist statement. Szilva: -- And that makes it untrue? We are not in danger, because what I said is sexist? Citrom: -- Of course. Szilva: -- I rest my case. You're not worth saving. Szilva's fears are unfounded. We are led to a woman who introduces herself as Silk. She begins to explain the situation. What's an "elfin" woman, by the by, and how does it compare to an "elven" woman, anyone knows? Silk asks our esteemed leader, Alma to join the Swanmays. Alma: -- We didn't have any secret clubs where I grew up. Hello, black sisters! Barack: -- Oh, is that so easy and painless? I was afraid to have tattoos, but now I'm confident! I wish they asked meeeeeee! Eper: -- I thought we were trying to remove our bonds, not add to them. Alma: -- This is different, it's a secret alliance that I entered as an equal. Eper: -- Are you sure of that? I wouldn't accept some magical schmizmo that comes from a dark elven woman, no matter how friendly she acts... It could be a geas, compelling you to betray us later! They're all schemers, you know the stories! Alma: -- I trust them no less than I trust you. Eper: -- What's that supposed to mean? The mark of the Swanmays works here like the Zhentarim bond in the Moonsea region, as a passport. Not all patrols respond it, though! However, the patrols here are not eager to fight, and if we choose to get out of sight (Flee), they don't pursue.

Guild Wars 1 added a "Concise Skill Descriptions" option after a few years for all the reasons mentioned in the OP. Those use a stripped-down language listing every detail, nothing more, nothing less. Guild Wars 2 started with that option already in.

Chapter 16: The Road Warriors The world map is ours! Northeast corner: Phlan, the seat of our previous adventures. Southwestern corner: Tilverton, where we are right now. The powers that bonded us can be found somewhere in the region. This will be a faily short and uninteresting chapter. But it had be done, I remembered that there are "road" encounters all over the place, and I wanted to visit all the towns, since there are some minor events. However, the wilderness battles are the most annoying part of the game. I swear I'm more freaked out by these than fighting a dozen of dragons (it's not a hyperbole, we're getting there very soon!). 1. There are many more trees in Curse than in PoR. The upper tile of trees block line of sight and movement. Since there is no minimap, it becomes a guessing game to position characters for ranged attacks and spells. 2. Dead tree trunks are a new type of tile, and they block movement. 3. Rock, pond, undergrowth tiles require +1 MP, and they're everywhere. 4. AoE spells vs. line of sight is bugged. If a mob is out of sight for the caster, then the AoE won't hurt it. Srs ltdwn. Sometimes it takes 3-4 turns to finally engage the opponents. Thank all the gods of the Planes, 95% of battles take place on non-wilderness maps. Unlike in PoR, we can't walk around the map freely, instead, we travel from town to town (or point of interest). For each trip, there are usually two choices: by road/by boat, or wilderness. If the former is selected, then whomever controls that road/river will check on us. If we're considered an ally, they'll let us pass, if not, they attack immediately. If we take the wilderness route, then there is a random chance for a monster attack, typical for that region. Road controllers include the Red Plume mercenaries of Hillsfar, the troops of Zhentil Keep, cultists, and buccaneers for the boat routes. Most towns are "menu towns". Inn -- rest; store -- buy/sell; hall -- levelup; tavern/bar -- listen to rumors, meet NPCs, pick fights; temple -- heal. Depending on the bonds we have remaining and deeds you have done, some inns will refuse to let us rest, or the opposite, to rest for free. The non-menu towns always have a dungeon map connected to the town. We first set out for Ashabenford, and attacked by hippogriffs midway, at Tilver's Gap. Hippogriffs are fast and have multiple attacks, but otherwise harmless. In Ashabenford, we idenfity the loot, remove the cursed bracers from Narancs, and realize that fighters and mages qualify for another level of training! This is the final hit die roll for the fighters, Alma rolls a 6 and Barack an 8, the mages have two left, until level 11. I select Hold Monster for Citrom, Cone of Cold for Narancs. Here's the current HP/AC roster: We have nice magical weapons, but no magical armor. Not even a single shield +1. It shows in the damage we take, ettins weren't dangerous at Stojanow Gate in PoR, now they are. Further east of Ashabenford is a place called the "The Standing Stone". A robed figure is here, and greets us by spouting cryptic exposition. Alma: -- Fire at will. The figure pulls an Obi-wan on us instead of fighting, then a voice says: "Seek red to south". Okay, will do that, but only after we wandered the Dalelands enough. Going even further east, into Hillsfar territory, we're refused a room at the local inn. Szilva: -- See, this shows how hasty in our judgments we all are. Just because we carry the sign of the Zhentarim on our arms, doesn't mean we're in league with them. We could have tattooed it there as part of an oath to exterminate them! Why are people's minds are so easily clouded? Bask in Lathander's light and gain supreme understanding, my child. Innkeeper: -- Here's two coppers, that was a nice speech. Now, get out of here. I've taken this screenshot to show certain tiles: pond on the left, trunk below, undergrowth in several places, and river tiles which cost 4 MP to cross, except for the plank bridge that is somewhere on the map. And trees, trees everywhere. North of Hillsfar, in the Moonsea area, our Z-bonds work like a passport. On the road between Yulash and Voonlar, green robed cultists greet us and call us the "the chosen ones". We've heard that one before, and it's never a good sign... Between Dagger Falls and Teshwave, we find a hidden cave, where monsters are trained for an attack on Dagger Falls by Zhentrarim troops. We can't have that, can't we? They have no means of controlling us through the bonds, luckily, that's for a higher up. This is a big battle, a dozen Z fighters plus a dozen worgs plus a dozen bugbears. And no easy Fireballing them, as I explained at the beginning of the chapter, since it's a wilderness battle. Narancs is almost killed by 3 worgs, but Citrom rescues him with a Stinking Cloud at the last second. Another road, another farm in need of a rescue. The giants turn out to be ettins, who decimate the party's hit points heavily. But this is not a dungeon, all we need is to survive one battle. The most suprising encounter happens in Shadowdale's bar. A grey robed figure explains to us that the brace sigil looks almost like that of the legendary Elminster. He tells us that Elminster is mightily pissed that someone is usurping his sigil, and we get tip that the usurper can be found to the south, in Hap. That's consistent with what the other robed figure said, is he your brother, sir? He's gone in instant, and we don't deduce that we just talked to the most powerful man in the Forgotten Realms. Nah, it must've been someone else who likes grey robes, has a long beard and stuff. As we are making the last legs of the round-trip, from Shadowdale to Tilverton, we find another hidden cave, where a dark elf fighter trains some monsters. Is this a profession in the Dalelands, training monsters in caves? Can you get an instructor's certificate somewhere? We could make good money with this, we're adept at handling monsters! There's info in the cave. We're really tired by now of all the road battles, and decide to follow the leads we were told. Going south from the Standing Stone, Essembra is just a stop, but as we move forward to Hap, a trio of black dragons swoop down from the sky and attack us. It's an anticlimactic introduction to multi-dragon battles, to shove them in our face like this, but at least it's an interesting fight, because the trees block sight for dragon breath, too! (Don't think about the "reality" of that.) I like my acid stream with a bit of creme fraiche In this fight, Narancs almost dies again, saved by a good initative roll and a Cone of Cold left in the spell list. This is a good moment to talk about the improved monster graphics. Both the blobber-view square portraits and the battle sprites were improved after Pool of Radiance, and these black dragons look more impressive than Tyranthraxus's bronze dragon form. It might be that black is more rad than bronze, tho. Hap! Hap! Hap! Finally, a non-menu town! We want some real XP and loot, and this place smells of that.

He was bound for jail, but got "get of jail free" card due to legal procedure errors. The "Mega" service is like the old one, but new, started in Jan 2013.

Follow-up to the hacker attack on PSN and XLive. 1. Owner of infamous file-sharing service MegaUpload/Mega, Kim Dotcom (real name Kim Schmitz) became pissed that he couldn't play Destiny on XLive. He sent the following tweet to the hacker group which took responsibility for the attack: 2. They accepted the offer and stopped. LOL? Is this the script of a bad Christmas hacker comedy? (I'm just reporting, the entire thing could be a clever media hack by Kim Dotcom.)

Alma: -- No mercy killings. But we should ask them a few question. There is a lot of moaning about a hammer-wielding fanatic calling down torrents of fire, conjuring swarms of blades, and other dreadful spells. Citrom is even more impressed with Gharri, however slim her chances of snatching him from Nacacia's grip are (but she's the kind of woman who's thrilled by a challenge like this). We learn that the leader has two captives. Princess Nacacia, here we come! Narancs: -- At least it's not a voodoo doll. The armory is unguarded. Clearly, the Fire Knives are in disorder. We get our hands on a necklace of missiles (Eper's favorite), elfin chain mail (this one's also his), long sword +1 flame-tongue (pretty good stuff, +4 against undead), long sword +3 frost brand (oh yeah), mace +2, flail +2, and a bracers which turns out to be cursed. Narancs: -- You're lucky the elves made that chain mail form-fitting. Otherwise, we'd have to carve you up a bit to make it fit... Barack: -- Why does he get the nice and fashionable armor? I'm walking here all day in an uncomfortable plate mail, made to fit a burly man, hiding the nice curves of my body that I'm taking care of with callanetics and yoga! I've always dreamed about wearing elven fashion armor, it's such a classic! Alma: -- I like to be alive at the end of the day. And heavy armor is the best bet for that. Maybe we'll find an elven plate mail in the ruins of Myth Drannor... Citrom: -- Sure, with a gift card saying "For Barack, by the long-dead elven smiths of M.D.". The last checkpoint before the leader's room has living guards. No, we don't surrender them. An ice storm and a hold person is used in the battle. Before we step into the final challenge, we buff up with everything: shield and mirror image for the mages, bless and prayer, and heal up a bit. Citrom: -- This Nacacia is a total badass. I have strong competition, yipee! The battle is on. So much red! The back ranks contain a mage. For a start, Eper hits the mage with his shortbow, and then we go all-out, friendly-frying Barack as usual. Now that we're not conserving, Fire Knives fall pretty fast. The leader is forced to remove our bonds. There is animation showing the bond's fade. It's a welcome sight. Narancs: -- What a show-off, this Vangerdahast. Blowing off the roof to make an entry? We could've been killed by the debris! Citrom: -- You're just jealous he can do Big Boom, but you can't. Size matters, you know. Later, outside of town: Citrom: -- Oooh, there goes my prince! I can do so much more for you, Gharri, just give me the chance! Alma: -- This is an outrage. Instead of a reward for destroying the Fire Knives and saving two important people, we are banned from the country. We are innocent, and the king knew that. Szilva: -- *shrugs* The king is the law. You're a country girl, you were raised by honest, hard-working folks sticking to the rules, you have no idea how the law is bent in more "civilized" places. Be thankful for the banishment, it could've been worse. Alma: -- ... We make camp to rest after this exhausting gauntlet. Barack is on watch. (Thanks to all of this happening as an uninterruptible sequence, and me saving over the wrong saves, I had to scoop the nightmare shots from a YouTube video. If anyone's still missing the jagged edges on the text, now you've got it! ) Everyone: -- Well, thanks Barack! We all lost our sleep because of you!

Chapter 15: The Priest and the Princess and the Assassin and the Mimic and the King and the Wizard and the Four Masters Eper: -- My allegiance is to His Majesty the Loot. Szilva: -- That's the sign of the Knights of Myth Drannor. What are they doing here? Citrom: -- I've heard a rumor that the princess is involved with them. We should probably stick with her as patron. We do have an interest in rescuing her, no? Alma: -- We're here to free captured princess of Cormyr, Nacacia. We're following the trail of the captors, and already killed many of the them. The exit from the sewers is ahead, a door leads into an underground compound with proper walls, benches, tables, and so on. Barack: -- *throws away the cloth she put in front of her nose* Where is the bathroom? The first room contains another Fire Knives checkpont, all of them are dead, third degree burns. Someone's doing a hell of a job of exterminating them... Alma: -- No, no, this is where you don't get to be stupid and get yourself killed! This is where we wait here safely until it expires. Barack: -- But what if doesn't expire? Maybe it's a spectacle for children? Citrom: -- For children like you. Citrom: -- Ah, magic as an art form. Sometimes, I pay drunks at the worst dock taverns to be my subjects. I like this cleric lover of Nacacia, he's got style. Alma: -- *putting a sword point to the throat of one of the released men* Speak! What happened here? Fire Knife: -- We got him here... terrible... terrible... Szilva: -- We must hurry, our incidental ally is captured! Citrom: -- Heh, someone's picky. Worried that your zombies won't look good? The battle is an annoying missfest for the frontline. To conserve spells (we're in enemy territory, with no safe resting), a single Stinking Cloud is used, but they're lucky with the saves. It tells a lot that the most damage is dealt by Eper with his shortbow. They're engrossed in their "work", and we get the drop on them. Citrom: -- We must free him! That well-toned body, mmmmh.... During the battle, which starts at a distance, we use a Fireball and we catch most of them inside. This one goes smooth. Citrom: -- You're Gharri of Gond, aren't you? I've heard so many great things about you, you're a legend! Gharri: -- Thanks... I need... water. Citrom: -- Here, I'll help you drink it, you're still weak. Gharri: -- Thank you, yours was a very timely rescue. Citrom: -- So it's a date? Gharri is too weak to come with us, we give him his hammer and move on. We're entering office space, the furniture gets more civilized. Sounds good. In an ornate office, in a rosewood desk's drawer, we find interesting notes. Szilva: -- Oh no, please no. We just banished him, two months ago! It's not fair! Narancs: -- Villains cheat on their rolls. The local library (quite the operation they had here, these Fire Knives) is burned to ashes. A dead body's hand escaped the flames, gripping a piece of paper... Szilva: -- Yes, yes, I get it. He said he will be back, and now he is. alma: -- We kicked his ass once, we can do it one more time. Szilva: -- I must remind you, without Bane's intervention, we would all be dead by now, one of us possessed by T. We were essentially saved by an evil god. That's the best joke of my life as a cleric of Lathander. Eper: -- Does that make Bane our buddy? Should we brofist his clerics when we find them? Szilva: -- Best joke, I said. It's a killer joke, it suits Bane's tastes.

Further south, another otyugh-filled room. But this time, we get to "talk" to them. Note: If you choose to "Attack", there are exactly a dozen neo-otyughs here, which can easily destroy the party. The gear we have, basic shop equipment for the most part, is not enough to survive them. The place we are sent to offers a much easier battle. Just a single neo-otyugh, still deals a lot of damage before going down. The stuff we need to take back is, well... Barack: -- No shiny is worth this. Eper: -- I've done worse things to get valuables than carrying a pile of ****. Barack: -- It's all yours, then. I'll be walking upwind. If anyone tells this story in a tavern, I'll deny I ever knew you. Eper: -- Gems, rings, brooches, necklaces, armbands, earrings. My lifeforce is returning, so happy... There is a series of empty rooms. As we walk south on a long corridor... Some conflict between the Bonding Alliance? That could only benefit us. Sounds are heard from a room next to the symbols. Inside, trolls are tossing meat to a pack of crocodiles they apparently keep as pets. Who you gonna call? No, no the Ghostbusters, that was for the library in Phlan. The next room has sneaky trolls, who surprise us. This battle is easy, just 4 trolls. The loot is great here: bracers AC 4 (Eper's leather armor is like a bracers AC 8, for comparison), pink and green ioun stone (Cha +1), girdle of dwarves (Con+, Cha-), flail +1, staff sling +1. (Pool of Radiance had a Manual of Bodily Health, in the library. But it doesn't work, at least in the versions I played. It does nothing. This girdle, however, is even worse: it seems to work, but it causes HP to be recalculated, and that lowered Alma's HP by about 40.) The troll lair is another safe place. As we progress south on the long corridor, we overhear sounds coming behind a wall. A search reveals a secret door, and behind it... This secret training facility was added mostly for new parties which start out with 25 kXp and received enough XP by now for a level-up. We're not there yet, level 9/12 needs more, but it's still nice to find allies.

Chapter 14: Seweriously? The room we are escorted to is a large hall. A burly man with a number of bodyguards welcomes us, and offers us to rest here. We take the chance to heal up and memorize again. Szilva: -- You mean Princess Nacacia is here, in the sewers? That was the original reason we set out to Cormyr, to find her and claim the king's reward. It feels like it happened in a previous life... Barack: -- We might meet the princess here? I can ask her about dressing elegantly for combat, she's known for being tomboyish! Alma: -- Our first concern is to get out of Tilverton. Princess Nacacia is a known troublemaker. I expect our situation to get worse if we try to find her. Guild Leader: -- Well, the way out of here and the way to the Princess is kind of the same. The Fire Knives have inflitrated our guild and kidnapped her. They're on the other end of the sewer tunnels. Here's a map to find your way. A group of red robed men burst into the room. Probably from the same group that brought us here after the bonding. "Seize them", says the leader, looking at us. In this battle, a number of thieves fight on our side. But except for the two robed Fire Knives, they look exactly the same as the enemy... Narancs: -- *chanting the words of a spell* Alma: -- Wait, don't! Narancs: -- *casts Fireball into the middle of the crowd* Thieves are good at evasion, right? In this battle, we really feel the loss of magic armor we acquired in Phlan. Vanilla Plate Mail, as all heavy armor, allows 6 Movement Points, +1 and +2 allows for 9, and starting from +3, you get back your full 12 MP, assuming you're not overloaded. In Curse, the fights are more spacious than in PoR, and 6 MP is often limiting. We can switch to bow and fire arrows, but it's less damage and we lose the shield's protection for counterattacks. (And it's a pain in the ass to switch weapons in the Gold Box.) The guildmaster receives a fatal wound from an arrow, and urges us to go after Nacacia and rescue her before dying. These thieves are surely British in origin (maybe planeswalkers?) to have such a peculiar loyalty to the Crown. In the next room: Eper: -- My kind of girl. Szilva: -- What kind of thieves' guild has a guestbook? Citrom: -- Maybe they were running a tourist attraction as a side business. "You can be a thief hiding in the shadows for a weekend, safety guaranteed! Grand adventure in the sewers, or your money back!". Moving forward, we spot a halfling woman sliding out of a room, carrying a harp. Eper: -- My girl! We must follow her! Barack: -- She was so cute! Halfling women are like living dolls! Alma: -- Meanwhile, in Saneland, the group presses on to get out of the trouble they're in. Alma doesn't even finish, when we hear dog growls coming from a side room. The pack is released by a Fire Knife. The next corridor has a door that is exceptionally sturdy. Eper's locksmithing skill doesn't help either, but Citrom has a Knock spell as a last resort, as always. This is our favorite event. We treasure it so much: The first hoard we loot in our new adventures has a deep red ioun stone (increases Dex), a long sword +1, banded mail +1, potions, 2 mage scrolls. The + items are easy to find even without Detect Magic or identifying in a shop, because you can check the THAC0 or AC. Szilva gets the ioun stone, him and Barack have "only" 17 Dex. Citrom has a Read Magic in the standard loadout, and the scroll-haul is pretty good: This allows Narancs to finally learn Magic Missile. Feeblemind requires another level. We move south, the map shows that's where the sewer entrance is. There are sounds of fighting coming from here and there, the Fire Knives are clashing with the loyal thieves. The exit is not far, but it's hidden, it requires Eper's eyes to be noticed. This translates to 3 MP for every character. It's a big handicap for the frontliners, but spells fly just as well over the muck as anywhere else. Looking around in a battle's aftermath, we find a piece of paper. Narancs: -- Now hang on a second. This is clearly about the alliance who's responsible for our bonds. We already have solid leads on four out of five.There is this T, and the symbol Filani was unfamiliar with looks like a burning something. Could it be?... Szilva: -- It could. I don't want it to be, but it could. As we cautiously slog through the sewers, Barack notices a purple cloth hanging overhead from a closed trapdoor. We hear a tavern's murmur from above. It doesn't take much brains to figure out -- this is where the princess was captured, she was the purple-dressed woman we saw. We're below the Curse, where Eper punched the barkeep. The game tells me that only a thief has a chance of retrieving it. WHAT IS THIS CLASS DISCRIMINATION? FIGHTERS ARE PEOPLE, TOO! Everyone is capable of everything, to say anything to the contrary is prejudice! Some other minor events happen along the path we take. Narancs: -- *uses his dagger to sever the arm* It's for research. Barack: -- Stay away from me! The stench in this place is making me sick even without your disgusting hobbies. Why does it always have to be sewers? Why can't we have an adventure in a beautiful garden, with trimmed bushes and flower beds? Alma: -- Make sure you file a complaint with the authorities. Rats the size of large dogs scurry past us. They don't attack, just exit quickly. Barack: -- In my mind, I'm imagining that we're in the princess's garden, and I've just seen her favorite dogs rush by. Narancs: -- This is so exciting. I've never had the opportunity to watch troll regeneration in a controlled environment before! Eper: -- *kicks around the pieces* There might be treasures they have digested! Citrom: -- It gives me ideas for my next costume... Alma: -- One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothin' can beat teamwork. BURN THEM, MORONS! We're pretty far into the sewers when we find never before seen foes. Barack: -- *gags, drops her morningstar* I... can't... Narancs: -- *casts Ice Storm with Barack inside it* Chill out, sister! I'll freeze your nostrils, that'll help! This is the first actually challenging fight in the game. Otyughs have multiple attacks, good to-hit, 40 HP, AC 2, and they have decent saves too. Two out of three otyughs saves against Stinking Cloud (I think they should be immune to it, honestly, given their ecology). In such a close fight, Fireballs are not really useful. As you can see, Barack is down to 14 HP with 4 enemies still standing. Szilva casts Cure Serious on her, then the mages fling Magic Missiles, and just when the situation is getting dire, the remaining two otyughs surrender. Barack: -- No, we don't want your filth as compensation! LEAVE US ALONE! The otyughs' room looks like a safe place to rest. We need it, but the smell is as offensive as ever... Adventurers can't be choosers.

I would brofist this if I could. I have similar bouts in SpaceChem, some levels take 4-5 hours to solve. Soldier on, bro.

In your post. Feel free to add any game that I missed. I deliberately didn't add IWD:EE. Graphical upgrades don't turn a game into a new release, and the content they added is minor and sucky.

The Banner Saga, Jan 14 Might and Magic X: Legacy, Jan 23 Shadowrun: Dragonfall, Feb 27 Dark Souls 2, Mar 11 Divinity: Original Sin, Jun 30 Wasteland 2, Sep 19 Legend of Grimrock 2, Oct 15 Lords of Xulima, Nov 14 May all the following years be as rich in cRPG goodness as this one was, fellow Obsidianites. May your weapons strike true, your spells obliterate foes, your skills overcome obstacles, and may your sexy character's armor show gratuitous skin for your viewing pleasure. * * Gender-neutral phrasing

I would argue that Darklands had similar magic. In Darklands, alchemy was a really slow and uncertain process. You needed a formula, you needed ingredients, you needed lab space, and even then, creating a potion wasn't guaranteed, there were possible mishaps. Calling on the saints' help was simple mechanically, but the effects were often very subtle. Like, you were able to avoid a pack of wolves, they left you alone, the saint's influence sheltered you from harm. To an outside viewer, nothing happened, the wolves didn't find you, is all. I can see such detailed magic implemented in a computer game, under the following circumstances: -- Set protagonist, like the Nameless One or Geralt. The protagonist is already adept at magic, and the player will learn from her actions. Has a history, too, steeped in world lore, entangled in various conflicts. A "zero to hero" story is inappropriate, it would destroy the perception that learning magic needs decades, or even lifetimes of dedication. -- The magic is basically the game itself. Narrative, conflict resolution, companions, exploration, everything is built around the magic. Forget classes, forget character creation, forget a lot things, and then you'll have design space to provide that much detail. EDIT: How could I forget about Mage: The Ascension, my favorite magic-centered RPG? Thanks for mentioning it, AlO3. But casting a spell in Mage requires GM arbitration, and that's the one thing you can't have in a single-player RPG. Darklands was systematic, those ideas could be expanded.

Ouch, that sounds painful. The hex editing, clap-clap, sir. I high school, I knew how to program in Basic, but didn't know squat about machine code or how integers are stored. Thanks for the kind words, I'm having fun writing it. Keyrock: I've said it in some other thread about PoE art, but Elmore's art direction for AD&D was a great mix of artistic license and realism. Touches of fantastic with lines of believable and colors of inspiring, but not outlandish. And Baldur's Gate art was still built with those directions in mind, the guy left a lasting legacy.

Chapter 13: Are You Into Bondage? Addendum I checked the manual before resuming play, and forgot to mention a few upgrades. Paladins and rangers were added to the class roster. For rangers, they implemented level 1-2 Druid spells, including classics like Entangle, Faerie Fire and Barkskin. No druid class, though, which is kind of strange. The new level caps are: fighters 12, cleric 10 (11 would give level 6 spells), thieves 12, mages 11. Clerics can now use staff slings, thieves can use shortbows. Intro video The video contains the demo I talked about, which was missing from the PC version of PoR. The fun aspect here is that the demo fight is not scripted, it plays out as a regular fight, AI vs. AI, and it's possible that the 2 black dragons will destroy the demo party of 3. In this instance, the mage survived, but barely. How did we get here? The bonds are animated, flickering. We wonder who they belong to, these symbols? Narancs: -- I daresay these blue imprints are malicious in nature. Szilva: -- Fantastic observation. Look, here's my clenched fist, lean close to tell me all about it. Oh, it tried to punch you, I wonder what's gotten into it? By the way, one of the symbols is a variant of Bane's. It's probably the personal sigil of a high ranking priest of Bane. Citrom: -- I liked the part where we got overpowered by unseen men and sedated and carried away. Except the similar themed parties I've been in don't leave you perma-tattooed and stripped of all possessions in a dump like this. There are... rules, you know. Eper: -- *cuts deep, removes a little piece of skin* Aaaargh... it doesn't help! This isn't just a tattoo, it stayed the same! It's a magical bond! Someone's got to pay for this. Dearly. Barack: -- This is like the body paintings we did for fun when I was a young girl. But it looks better, so professional! And it doesn't hurt at all! I just don't like the shapes, they're so last millennium. Alma: -- Look on the bright side, friends, we've still got our lives. And for some reason, our captors left us a large sum of money. Eper: -- *spits* A fraction of what we had. Wish I've put my wealth into a bank deposit, back in Phlan. Alma: -- And this from someone who's always telling us that banks are legalized robbers. Get a move on, everyone. The innkeeper greets us, she's very uncomfortable. She says we were being carried here by men in red robes, who claimed they found us in a near-death state along the road. We already had the blue tattoos. They paid for lodging, then left without leaving contact info. We hear pitiful moaning from the next room, and we can't resist taking a glance. Anything to get a grip on our situation. Plants that walk, that's a good one. We'll leave you to your nightmares. As we leave the Windlord's Inn (the sign said so), we overhear someone claiming to have heard a woman's scream, coming from the sewers below. We sense that the people of Tilverton are tense, the air is vibrating with stress. What's the story, mates? Nothing better to calm an adventurer's soul than to get geared. It's appalling, carrying mundane plate mails and morning stars, no magical defenses for the mages, no rings of various wonders, no wands of wanton destruction. But it's still gear, and gear is the cure for all kinds of adventurers' ailments. The mood brightens after we leave the shop. We collect some other rumors as we're walking up on the main street of Tilverton. The Temple of Gond the Wonderbringer fills the western half of the town's center, and we enter on a whim. Priests know a lot about many, right? We explain our plight, and ask for an audience with the high priest. The audience is granted. The abbot's ritual causes our bonds to flare up, and streaks of blue light arc across the room. Everyone writhes in pain, cries of anguish are heard. When the ritual is done, the bonds are unharmed. Eper: -- What have you done? Are you trying to kill us? I swear... Alma: -- *grabs Eper by the shoulder, and hisses into his ear* Calm down, you idiot. Throw a tantrum to amuse the street kids, not here. Szilva: -- Abbot Brannan, we thank you most sincerely for your gracefully offered intervention, unsuccessful though it might have been. Abbot: -- I'm sorry, my children, but these are beyond my means and comprehension. Ask the sage Filani, who lives across the town square, about the symbols. She might give you clues about how to deal with the bonds. Go with Gond, may he put the right gears in motion in your life. What better way to wash away the memory of pain than getting pissed? A big tavern is right across the road, the sign says... "The Curse". That's a cruel joke right now, but we can take it, just let the tankards be filled. Eper: -- *punches the barkeep* Alma: -- What is wrong with you today? Need a puss_y or something? Eper: -- *draws his sword with a wry smile* Fresh blades need testing, no? Yep, we still got it. Although the casters have no spells memorized, our veteran fighters make mincemeat out of the brawlers. Sorry for all the blood, barkeep, next time just take the insult, mkay? In this fight, the darts from the mages and the arrows from the thief are used to 'mop up' enemies with just a few HP left after the frontline attacks. I'll be using them this way throughout the game. Curse has amped up the HP of enemies, obviously, and just a single Fireball won't instantly win battles. We hear a commotion from the side street where the woman went. When we get there, takes less than a minute, no one is in sight, which is strange. But there is a curiously shaped knife planted in the wall. Narancs: -- This looks eerily similar to the fourth bond... A flaming knife. Citrom: -- I suppose... it does. You might not be useless, after all! Narancs: -- As if my fireballs are somehow less scorching than yours. Keep talking, sister, that's the only thing you're better at than me. Besides the knife, the place is empty. Eper is embarrassed, he suspects there is some secret entrance or portal nearby, but can't find it. The sage Filani is our next stop. She's not your typical reclusive researcher... Eper: -- Ahahaha! We lost all our wealth to mysterious highway robbers, and now we're being robbed gently of what little was left to us! This is the worst day of my life. Alma: -- I... We... That's a lot you're asking for. We're in a most unfortunate situation, can't you be more sympathetic to our cause? Filani: -- Take it or leave it, I won't change my offer. Alma: -- We have... Eper: -- We have, after spending most of our funds on weapons, armor, food, proper clothing, horses, et cetera, a total of 84 gold pieces. Half of that is, erhm, 42. Filani: -- You're lying. Get ouf of here. Eper: -- How do you... Filani: -- *smiles like a mother explaining something her child* People think evocation magic, with its flashy fireballs and lightining bolts, is the most powerful of magicks. They are wrong, but I'm content to leave them in their wrong minds. Divination magic, which includes the power to detect lies, is a harmless hobby of old sorceresses, right? Now, are willing to give me half your funds? I promise, the knowledge you get in return is worth it. (I'm seizing this opportunity to tell about how the magic schools' balance is so vastly different in tabletop. Divination magic, which can tell you where an object is hidden, reveal illusions and shapeshifting, detect lies, alignments, traps, invisibility, show you the way to somewhere, scry a place safely from afar, and tons of other utility, is one of the best "adventuring" school of magic. What good is a fireball when you're lost in a maze? You can kill yourself with it, haha.) That was worth it, this Filani is not a con artist. Szilva: -- I was wrong about the hand symbol, it isn't of Bane. Moander, the dead god of creeping green doom? Now I wish it was a Baneite sigil. Alma: -- I should've recognized the Z. We've even visited Zhentil Keep. Narancs: -- It's not like that Z is on display anywhere. We know the Zhentarim runs the Keep, but they play it innocent. Citrom: -- *yawns* I'm tired. This was a long day. Let's get back to the inn. The next day, spells at the ready, we awaken to the sounds of a large crowd. We hurriedly pack our belongings and leave the inn. The crowd is divided by the road, and we quickly learn that the royal carriage will pass soon through Tilverton, carrying his majesty the King of Cormyr, Azoun the 4th. Some people rise to infamy by becoming Kingslayers, we're okay with being Kingwatchers. Royal guards are coming in first. "Make way for the King!" And then something very, very wrong happens... "Not really the King?" "Not again?" What's going on here? But there's no time ask questions, as the royal guards are upon us, while we are compelled to attack by the azure bonds. Honestly? King Azoun the 4th, your guards are kind of lacking. No magical backup either, that's a must for a shadowrunner party royal entourage. A Stinking Cloud and a Hold Person is enough to ensure a swift victory. We catch sight of two red robed men, who haul out the poor body double fellow out of the carriage, and drag him away. Damn these bonds, we couldn't not fight! Alma: -- I can't believe this is happening... I'm a murderer. More guards approach, and ask for surrender. The bonds fade, and we gladly accept defeat. This day isn't shaping up to be nice... We're thrown into jail. As we are led through dark, twisted passages, we wonder: branded as criminals after losing most of our wealth, can this get any worse?