Part 3: Sloggin' thru the Bog
(My apologies in advance for the screenshot-heavy dialogues. I'll fix up a more elegant solution for the next update)
You know what? I just had a brilliant idea. Let's not explore this moathouse yet. I'm sure someone in that backwater village can come up with something more suited to my strategic magnificense!
Will we at least stay long enough to get a damned ale this time? My throat is parched
I doubt it. Adventure waits for no man!
Right. Let's go track down this old fart and see what the fuss is all about
Get to the point already!
I know this is probably futile to suggest, but if we bought some healing potions before we --
Onwards to glory!
Why must you always sign us up for quests in places that stink, Ulminati?
Ah, shut up and take it like a man!
What does anal intercourse have to do with walking through a bog?
....Backing away now.
What trickery is this!? They vanished in a flash of light!
They must've been illusions of some sort. They left no tracks in the mud.
Ha! Just goes to prove whatever's out there is scared of us! This will be a breeze!
INCOMING!
That was surprisingly one-sided
Have some faith in my superiour tactics already. Isn't faith what you godfreaks are all about?
Come and take a look at this, guys. The kobolds came from this cavern
Hmph. Another illusion. I have no patience for this hide-and-seek. Come out, undead spectre, and be done with it already!
Look, everyone! Kobold tracks in the dirt. they're probably dug in at the end of this corridor. Should we try to find another way around?
Nah. CHARGE!
Some day, you must show me some of those "sophisticated tactics" you claim to know
Damn, you were right boss. We steamrolled those kobolds. Today, nothing can stop us!
That's the spirit! You naysayers could learn a thing or two from Nickless.
A gnoll, a kobold, a goblin and some undead... That has to be the strangest group of monsters I ever heard of. Wonder what drove them together
Fear not, fair maiden sweetcheeks! I will defend your chastity until tonight!
:groan:
We're getting overwhelmed! Strangelove! Can't you... holy them away or something?!
(what does he think this is? Dial-a-diety?)
Sweet mother of mercy! the lich exploded into a cloud of dust!
Their leader is down! Press the advantage!
Nickless! Duck!
Ouch.
Oh man... I don't think Nickless was part of your plan after all, boss
Strangelove. Can't you... holy him together or something?
Nay, lad. Him being hole-y is the problem to begin with.
(At least I can stop sleeping with my arse against a wall)
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Er... ALAS, poor Nickless! Our dear friend shall be, um, sorely missed!
Ding! Gratz!
RIP, BROther Nickless. Killed by a spiked club to the face, under the Welkwood bog.
...All right, mourning time's over. Let's strip him and head back to town to recruit someone to fill his shoes.
Your greif over the loss of a friend is truly touching, you know.
*ahem* If I may have everyone's attention for a moment! We're looking for a mighty adventurer to join our stalwart band. Fame, glory and riches surely await in short order!
If it please thee, I am Magister Mrowakus, mighty mage of macabre mysteries. At thine service.
Sounds golden. Pack your stuff and get in line. We're headed back to loot the bog.
Perchance it pleases thee to let me partake in some paltry pay prior to walking this perilous path? Avaricious adversaries abscoded with my adventuring articles.
...
Does any of you have the faintest clue what he's talking about?
Tell you what. We'll get you a sling and some bullets, but in return, you need to start speaking like a normal person. If we have to wait for you to construct contrived sentences like that, we'll never get anywhere.
Deal.
Speaking of selling crap, I fel like I've passed some arbitrary experience treshold. Let's make a quick detour to the moathouse and our good, dead friend spidey and crack open that chest.
Hallelujah, it's a fucking miracle. Finally some actual loot!
Indeed. that reminds me we never did check out what was behind door number 2 in the lich'es lair.
Incredible. My friends, you seem to posess an extrodinary talent for finding lost-forgotten treasures. And with not a single adversary to impede our progress, too!
...
What?
We head upstairs, and shortly thereafter goblins come running from pretty much every direction
There's too many of them! we can't hold them!
Allow me. *ahem* r'lyeh mpguni swakka AndhairaX!
that last word made all the goblins fall asleep!
Coup de Grace for everyone!
Another 2 goblin encounters end prematurely thanks to awesome sleep spells, and we decide to head back to collect our reward for killing 'Lord Mathel'
Tune in next time fore Moar Moathouse Madness!
(My apologies in advance for the screenshot-heavy dialogues. I'll fix up a more elegant solution for the next update)
Ding! Gratz!
RIP, BROther Nickless. Killed by a spiked club to the face, under the Welkwood bog.
We head upstairs, and shortly thereafter goblins come running from pretty much every direction
Another 2 goblin encounters end prematurely thanks to awesome sleep spells, and we decide to head back to collect our reward for killing 'Lord Mathel'
Tune in next time fore Moar Moathouse Madness!