We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
Rush Of Blood To The Head, part 7.2.
We move from one platform to another with extreme caution, being as quiet as possible in order not to attract attention of the dangerous creatures that no doubt lurk around this place. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted by the scenery, but even then I notice the beautiful architecture of this city, the large platforms surrounding the tree trunks with the trunk itself being hollowed out in creating a comfortable place for dwelling. In most cases, the tree houses are supplemented by artificial extensions, but in a way that even those seem so natural and fitting to the landscape.
At times it is quite unsettling to walk the narrow rope bridges, considering that we are walking on branches as high as three hundred feet from the ground, but luckily none of us has a bad case of acrophobia. Our path leads in the direction of the Royal Palace, but we make sure to explore almost every building on our path, in hopes to gain some valuable information from the few unlikely survivors of the carnage… So far our search for survivors has yielded us some valuable information, but it has also cost us precious healing spells from Viconia and Jaheira, spells that might be crucial to our own survival. Still, the people of Suldanessellar are in such a shock, that they can’t speak coherently, before they have received healer’s attention.
According to one of the most reasonable elves we have came across, an elderly female, Exile or Irenicus arrived in the city, flying on the back of a huge, black dragon, who was causing a mayhem by spraying its acid breath over the hapless defenders of the city and soon after that, the city was overwhelmed by masses of demons, golems and elementals…
To say that the mention of a dragon’s presence has left our group unaffected would have been the understatement of the millennia. While Jon Irenicus is undoubtedly a fearsome and dangerous opponent, his demeanour is not as intimidating as the look of a giant wyrm, as it raises on its hind legs and makes you feel like a lowly ant in front of its might.
Of course, our exploration of the elven houses is not purely altruistic in saving them or a mission of gathering information, it also presents us with a fine opportunity to grab some very exquisite loot, items of elven craftsmanship are valued very highly outside of the elven settlements, not to mention that they might prove very useful to ourselves, things like elven-made cloaks and boots undoubtedly much more comfortable than those made by lowly humans. And not only that, Imoen has already managed to find few very useful and rare spell scrolls, such that they even make our Edwin drool and I swear that he almost hopped in the air from excitement, once…
“Here’s another one that I can’t decipher,” Imoen throws a yellowed parchment into Edwin’s hands as we inspect yet another house, this one devoid of any forms of life.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
“Well? Aren’t you going to give us a lecture on the nature of that particular spell? We have been subjected to your ramblings of such nature, twice already, during the last hour…” Viconia says.
“Ah, you chimps need not to be concerned about it (they should be grateful for those little bits of my glorious wisdom that I decide to share with them),” Edwin retorts and tries to look as indifferent as possible.
“Mage, I dislike that you are withholding the information from us,” Keldorn speaks, “it is very difficult to maintain a composure in the fight, if one has to be weary about one of their own comrades, suddenly casting a spell, effects of which are unknown to the rest of us. The tactics of the group must be well coordinated, if we are to succeed.”
“Well, paladin… I can assure you that this spell will not require you changing your tactics on the frontline, that much I can guarantee and that is my final word in this matter,” Edwin snorts.
“Theodur, I…” Keldorn starts, but I interrupt him.
“No, I’m not getting involved in this one, Keldorn,” I say, “All things magical is the sphere of Edwin’s responsibility… if he says that there is nothing to explain about this spell, then we should trust him. Am I correct, Edwin? We can trust you, can’t we?”
“Eh… what? Oh… yes, yes… of course, my apish friends,” Edwin looks a bit startled, “but we should move on, this idleness is starting to bore me…”
We head outside the house and continue on our way forward, walking from one branch to another, passing even more houses on our way… but our walk comes to a sudden halt, Keldorn, who has been leading upfront, stops suddenly and points towards something with the pointed end of his Hallowed Redeemer. We gather around him and through the thicket of leaves, I can make out at least five or six huge shapes, clustered together on the next platform in our wake.
“Golems…” Imoen sighs, “all kinds of them… the two smaller ones look to be made from clay and there is another one… no, wait… another two that look like stone golems…”
“You’re right, Imoen,” Nalia whispers, “just like those guardian golems in my… my keep. And… uh, there are two large ones, too… the one is from iron, but that… that one I do not recognize.”
“Pah, it just shows how uneducated the two of you are,” Edwin chimes in, “that is a golem made from pure adamantine… good luck in destroying that – it is completely immune to magic and even the most powerful weapons do little damage. And even if you were to get close to take a swing at it, one hit from those enormous fists and you are history.”
“So how do we kill it?” I ask.
“Obviously, we need to disable it somehow, to prevent it from retaliating when we attack it,” Jaheira offers a solution.
“And how would we do that?” I turn towards her.
“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
“No, he won’t, I will do it myself,” Jaheira disagrees.
“Jaheira, you’re wearing a plate mail and can barely run, are you out of your mind?” I ask her, incredulous.
“Will all of you just shut up?” Imoen raises her voice, getting desperate, “look, I’m the rogue, right? So it’s my job, right? Right… and don’t look at me like that, Vic – hey, I have a potion of invisibility, in case something goes wrong…”
“Well, in that case… all right, you can do it,” Viconia yields, “but let us find more suitable place to set the trap, this one does not seem to be the best choice…”
In the end, we choose to set the trap on one of the rare artificial bridges, this one looks to be made out of some kind of magical crystal, and conveniently enough, we can tie and fasten the ropes around the metal bars that are forming it’s railings. After we are done with the preparations, Imoen winks to us and disappears out of our sight as she heads into the direction of the golems. We do not have to wait for long and she reappears in our sight very quickly, running back to us and I see that she is being chased by two of the largest golems… nimbly Imoen jumps across the wires and speeds towards us as we have gathered together at the end of the bridge.
The iron golem is the first one to make it onto the bridge and I hold my breath, hoping that it will entangle in the wires and fall… and even though the first wire does not stop it in its tracks, the second one does and with a huge crash the magical construct collapses on the bridge, making the ground beneath our feet to rattle so that we find it hard to remain upright. The adamantine golem, following the iron one, suffers from the exact fate and after another huge rumble, both golems lie on the ground, struggling helplessly to get back on their feet.
Jaheira is the first out on the bridge, her scimitar raised as she rushes to finish off the golems and I follow her closely, as suddenly…
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
“Jaheira!” I yell in panic, grabbing her by the shoulder and almost toppling her over, but luckily she manages to maintain her balance. She reacts quickly and we both hurry to get off the bridge until it has collapsed under the weight of the two large constructs…
Just as we have stepped back on the platform, or rather being dragged on it by our friends, the bridge behind us shatters and after a split second in the place where it once stood, now is only huge emptiness…
“You… you saved our lives, Imoen,” Jaheira hugs her, looking quite pale in the face.
“Yep, thanks a lot sis…” I join into the hug.
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
“We can’t… and this was not the time to start learning it, either…” I reply.
“Ow… well, anyways… what are we going to do now?” Imoen asks as we disengage from the hugging.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Rush Of Blood To The Head, part 7.2.
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Posted 17 November 2003 - 06:36 PM
Take your time. One of the reasons I enjoy reading fantasy novels is the author’s willingness to take their time and allow the reader to not only get to know the characters but also the world they inhabit, it is a luxury, and one worth savoring.We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
worse than the disaster at the promenade I would suppose.We move from one platform to another with extreme caution, being as quiet as possible in order not to attract attention of the dangerous creatures that no doubt lurk around this place. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
Nice realistic touch. I wonder if Irenicus plans to completely destroy the city when he ascends to godhood.At times it is quite unsettling to walk the narrow rope bridges, considering that we are walking on branches as high as three hundred feet from the ground, but luckily none of us has a bad case of acrophobia. Our path leads in the direction of the Royal Palace, but we make sure to explore almost every building on our path, in hopes to gain some valuable information from the few unlikely survivors of the carnage… So far our search for survivors has yielded us some valuable information, but it has also cost us precious healing spells from Viconia and Jaheira, spells that might be crucial to our own survival. Still, the people of Suldanessellar are in such a shock, that they can’t speak coherently, before they have received healer’s attention.
no matter what else you say about him Jon-boy sure does know how to make an impression.According to one of the most reasonable elves we have came across, an elderly female, Exile or Irenicus arrived in the city, flying on the back of a huge, black dragon, who was causing a mayhem by spraying its acid breath over the hapless defenders of the city and soon after that, the city was overwhelmed by masses of demons, golems and elementals…
Traps are so useful. If only Imoen had gotten a little better at them before switching to magic. (although the rule saying she can never learn ANYTHING except magic is one of the dumbest things I have ever run across.)“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
how east to forget she is the child of a god. Imoen can take care of herself.“Will all of you just shut up?” Imoen raises her voice, getting desperate, “look, I’m the rogue, right? So it’s my job, right? Right… and don’t look at me like that, Vic – hey, I have a potion of invisibility, in case something goes wrong…”
If only they worked this well in the game.The iron golem is the first one to make it onto the bridge and I hold my breath, hoping that it will entangle in the wires and fall… and even though the first wire does not stop it in its tracks, the second one does and with a huge crash the magical construct collapses on the bridge, making the ground beneath our feet to rattle so that we find it hard to remain upright. The adamantine golem, following the iron one, suffers from the exact fate and after another huge rumble, both golems lie on the ground, struggling helplessly to get back on their feet.
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
and that is one way to kell a golem.“Jaheira!” I yell in panic, grabbing her by the shoulder and almost toppling her over, but luckily she manages to maintain her balance. She reacts quickly and we both hurry to get off the bridge until it has collapsed under the weight of the two large constructs…
Just as we have stepped back on the platform, or rather being dragged on it by our friends, the bridge behind us shatters and after a split second in the place where it once stood, now is only huge emptiness…
Actually I am surprised that there haven’t been more collapses with these things running around.
would put a definite crimp in the story if it was.“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Well done, as always.
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Posted 17 November 2003 - 06:47 PM
We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
Oh, that one's easy. Gate, of course.
And here Dekkie was in a lousy mood already... “Here’s another one that I can’t decipher,” Imoen throws a yellowed parchment into Edwin’s hands as we inspect yet another house, this one devoid of any forms of life.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
“Well? Aren’t you going to give us a lecture on the nature of that particular spell? We have been subjected to your ramblings of such nature, twice already, during the last hour…” Viconia says.
“Ah, you chimps need not to be concerned about it (they should be grateful for those little bits of my glorious wisdom that I decide to share with them),” Edwin retorts and tries to look as indifferent as possible.
Riiiiight.
Well, I just hope for their sake that he remembers the minor matter of Protection from Evil first, demon summoning later. “No, I’m not getting involved in this one, Keldorn,” I say, “All things magical is the sphere of Edwin’s responsibility… if he says that there is nothing to explain about this spell, then we should trust him. Am I correct, Edwin? We can trust you, can’t we?”
“Eh… what? Oh… yes, yes… of course, my apish friends,” Edwin looks a bit startled, “but we should move on, this idleness is starting to bore me…”
Well, the question here is how exactly you define 'trust'!
“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
“No, he won’t, I will do it myself,” Jaheira disagrees.
Aw, it's sweet when they get protective.
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
“We can’t… and this was not the time to start learning it, either…” I reply.
“Ow… well, anyways… what are we going to do now?” Imoen asks as we disengage from the hugging.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Let's hope not...
Rogues do it from behind.
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Posted 17 November 2003 - 06:52 PM
Take your time. One of the reasons I enjoy reading fantasy novels is the author’s willingness to take their time and allow the reader to not only get to know the characters but also the world they inhabit, it is a luxury, and one worth savoring.We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
True. Now if I only was more eloquent when it comes to describing the surroundings...
worse than the disaster at the promenade I would suppose.We move from one platform to another with extreme caution, being as quiet as possible in order not to attract attention of the dangerous creatures that no doubt lurk around this place. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
Hmm... quite hard to make a comparison. I think worse thant he promenade, yes.
Nice realistic touch. I wonder if Irenicus plans to completely destroy the city when he ascends to godhood.At times it is quite unsettling to walk the narrow rope bridges, considering that we are walking on branches as high as three hundred feet from the ground, but luckily none of us has a bad case of acrophobia. Our path leads in the direction of the Royal Palace, but we make sure to explore almost every building on our path, in hopes to gain some valuable information from the few unlikely survivors of the carnage… So far our search for survivors has yielded us some valuable information, but it has also cost us precious healing spells from Viconia and Jaheira, spells that might be crucial to our own survival. Still, the people of Suldanessellar are in such a shock, that they can’t speak coherently, before they have received healer’s attention.
I am unsure. It is interesting to speculate about what plans Irenicus would have as a divine being. Might be worth exploring in a story.
no matter what else you say about him Jon-boy sure does know how to make an impression.According to one of the most reasonable elves we have came across, an elderly female, Exile or Irenicus arrived in the city, flying on the back of a huge, black dragon, who was causing a mayhem by spraying its acid breath over the hapless defenders of the city and soon after that, the city was overwhelmed by masses of demons, golems and elementals…
I think it comes naturally to him, he now is pretty adept when it comes to operate in such scope.
Traps are so useful. If only Imoen had gotten a little better at them before switching to magic. (although the rule saying she can never learn ANYTHING except magic is one of the dumbest things I have ever run across.)“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
It is ridiculous. For example, Theo is an archer and he filled in this role in the BG1 party, but he became a frontline fighter since the start of BG2 - it is quite natural that he would become more skilful in melee fighting with time, despite the game not allowing him to assign more proficiency points in his weapon of choice.
how east to forget she is the child of a god. Imoen can take care of herself.“Will all of you just shut up?” Imoen raises her voice, getting desperate, “look, I’m the rogue, right? So it’s my job, right? Right… and don’t look at me like that, Vic – hey, I have a potion of invisibility, in case something goes wrong…”
Of course. Everyone's just getting ridiculously protective
If only they worked this well in the game.The iron golem is the first one to make it onto the bridge and I hold my breath, hoping that it will entangle in the wires and fall… and even though the first wire does not stop it in its tracks, the second one does and with a huge crash the magical construct collapses on the bridge, making the ground beneath our feet to rattle so that we find it hard to remain upright. The adamantine golem, following the iron one, suffers from the exact fate and after another huge rumble, both golems lie on the ground, struggling helplessly to get back on their feet.
That's where we come in and fill the blanks!
and that is one way to kell a golem.
Just as we have stepped back on the platform, or rather being dragged on it by our friends, the bridge behind us shatters and after a split second in the place where it once stood, now is only huge emptiness…
Actually I am surprised that there haven’t been more collapses with these things running around.
Quite so, I mean that place looked very fragile and buildings seemed not prone to collapsing.
would put a definite crimp in the story if it was.“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
That's why it will not be the only way to the palace.
Well done, as always.
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We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
Oh, that one's easy. Gate, of course.
Hehe... Gate seems an obvious choice, but... actually, I meant another spell here...
So Dekkie can relax - this is a level9 spell that creates VERY interesting effects. 
“Ah, you chimps need not to be concerned about it (they should be grateful for those little bits of my glorious wisdom that I decide to share with them),” Edwin retorts and tries to look as indifferent as possible.
Riiiiight.
You'll soon see how the actual demon summoning works out...
“Eh… what? Oh… yes, yes… of course, my apish friends,” Edwin looks a bit startled, “but we should move on, this idleness is starting to bore me…”
Well, the question here is how exactly you define 'trust'!
Theo: The definition of 'trust' they have in Thay, certainly differs from the one I was taught!
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
“No, he won’t, I will do it myself,” Jaheira disagrees.
Aw, it's sweet when they get protective.
Yep, sweet and ridiculous!
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Let's hope not...
Well, I need to get them there eventually...
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According to one of the most reasonable elves we have came across, an elderly female, Exile or Irenicus arrived in the city, flying on the back of a huge, black dragon, who was causing a mayhem by spraying its acid breath over the hapless defenders of the city and soon after that, the city was overwhelmed by masses of demons, golems and elementals…
Bet that news cheered Theo up no end, then...
To say that the mention of a dragon’s presence has left our group unaffected would have been the understatement of the millennia. While Jon Irenicus is undoubtedly a fearsome and dangerous opponent, his demeanour is not as intimidating as the look of a giant wyrm, as it raises on its hind legs and makes you feel like a lowly ant in front of its might.
And considering how badly they got their butts kicked by the Shadow Dragon, there's not much ground for optimism.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
Demon summoning, perhaps?
“Ah, you chimps need not to be concerned about it (they should be grateful for those little bits of my glorious wisdom that I decide to share with them),” Edwin retorts and tries to look as indifferent as possible.
Heh, they should know Edwin well enough by now to know that that's a signal to start getting very worried...
“No, I’m not getting involved in this one, Keldorn,” I say, “All things magical is the sphere of Edwin’s responsibility… if he says that there is nothing to explain about this spell, then we should trust him. Am I correct, Edwin? We can trust you, can’t we?”
Just a thought, but Edwin's not the only mage in the party - wouldn't Nalia have something to say?
“So how do we kill it?” I ask.
Well, Theo, the cheesy method is to take that bow that you buy in Trademeet, stand on a walkway across from the golem and shoot it a lot - but unfortunately that method doesn't sound too realistic in a story, so you might have to think of anohter way.
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
“No, he won’t, I will do it myself,” Jaheira disagrees.
Heh, c'mon, Jaheira - it's very sweet when you get all protective like this, but sometimes you just have to accept that he's going to be in danger.
“Jaheira, you’re wearing a plate mail and can barely run, are you out of your mind?” I ask her, incredulous.
And he's just as bad...
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Ah well, that should sort out the golems at least.
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
Maybe Eddie or Nalia should learn some feather fall spells just as a safety precaution while they're in Suldanessellar.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
LOL! Better hope that none of the elves were watching you destroy their city, too.
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According to one of the most reasonable elves we have came across, an elderly female, Exile or Irenicus arrived in the city, flying on the back of a huge, black dragon, who was causing a mayhem by spraying its acid breath over the hapless defenders of the city and soon after that, the city was overwhelmed by masses of demons, golems and elementals…
Bet that news cheered Theo up no end, then...
Yep, it's a *bit* worse than he expected...
To say that the mention of a dragon’s presence has left our group unaffected would have been the understatement of the millennia. While Jon Irenicus is undoubtedly a fearsome and dangerous opponent, his demeanour is not as intimidating as the look of a giant wyrm, as it raises on its hind legs and makes you feel like a lowly ant in front of its might.
And considering how badly they got their butts kicked by the Shadow Dragon, there's not much ground for optimism.
True, but of course now they are much more powerful.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
Demon summoning, perhaps?
Nope, argan got that one just right
“Ah, you chimps need not to be concerned about it (they should be grateful for those little bits of my glorious wisdom that I decide to share with them),” Edwin retorts and tries to look as indifferent as possible.
Heh, they should know Edwin well enough by now to know that that's a signal to start getting very worried...
Well, he hasn't exactly done some nutty things in the middle of the battle, so...
“No, I’m not getting involved in this one, Keldorn,” I say, “All things magical is the sphere of Edwin’s responsibility… if he says that there is nothing to explain about this spell, then we should trust him. Am I correct, Edwin? We can trust you, can’t we?”
Just a thought, but Edwin's not the only mage in the party - wouldn't Nalia have something to say?
I thought that she is too intimidated by Edwin, to raise any protests.
“So how do we kill it?” I ask.
Well, Theo, the cheesy method is to take that bow that you buy in Trademeet, stand on a walkway across from the golem and shoot it a lot - but unfortunately that method doesn't sound too realistic in a story, so you might have to think of anohter way.
I didn't know that bow works... I always use Gesen and Melf's Meteors on Adamantine golems, and Jaheira with Ironskins and whirlwind attacks is the only fighter who can stand up to that thing.
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
“No, he won’t, I will do it myself,” Jaheira disagrees.
Heh, c'mon, Jaheira - it's very sweet when you get all protective like this, but sometimes you just have to accept that he's going to be in danger.
She thinks this time it is a risk taken needlessly.
“Jaheira, you’re wearing a plate mail and can barely run, are you out of your mind?” I ask her, incredulous.
And he's just as bad...
Ridiculous, aren't they?
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Ah well, that should sort out the golems at least.
Yep, I can't kill my two main heroes off, can I?
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
Maybe Eddie or Nalia should learn some feather fall spells just as a safety precaution while they're in Suldanessellar.
I really should learn more about the spells that are not in the game.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
LOL! Better hope that none of the elves were watching you destroy their city, too.
Heh, that's the last thing in Theo's mind, right now.
Nice chapter
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“Mage, I dislike that you are withholding the information from us,” Keldorn speaks, “it is very difficult to maintain a composure in the fight, if one has to be weary about one of their own comrades, suddenly casting a spell, effects of which are unknown to the rest of us. The tactics of the group must be well coordinated, if we are to succeed.”
Keldorn is right. And I think that even if you don't care about alignment (which you know I don't) there is a personality clash between Edwin and him.
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
She is so very likeable
“We can’t… and this was not the time to start learning it, either…” I reply.
“Ow… well, anyways… what are we going to do now?” Imoen asks as we disengage from the hugging.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Suldanesselar is one of the better parts of the game - the panic and confusion seems very real.
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Posted 18 November 2003 - 05:13 PM
We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
I liked this chapter too!
And about Edwin being so excited.. dunno. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
*Sigh* Irenicus is a sick man... and powerful. Very powerful!
We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted by the scenery, but even then I notice the beautiful architecture of this city, the large platforms surrounding the tree trunks with the trunk itself being hollowed out in creating a comfortable place for dwelling. In most cases, the tree houses are supplemented by artificial extensions, but in a way that even those seem so natural and fitting to the landscape.
The elves have certainly worked hard.
Of course, our exploration of the elven houses is not purely altruistic in saving them or a mission of gathering information, it also presents us with a fine opportunity to grab some very exquisite loot, items of elven craftsmanship are valued very highly outside of the elven settlements, not to mention that they might prove very useful to ourselves, things like elven-made cloaks and boots undoubtedly much more comfortable than those made by lowly humans.
I'd put a period between the words 'loot' and 'items'.
And the last sentence sounds a bit weird. I think you should put an 'are' before the word 'undoubtedly'. Or something.
And not only that, Imoen has already managed to find few very useful and rare spell scrolls, such that they even make our Edwin drool and I swear that he almost hopped in the air from excitement, once…
LOL! Edwin hopping in the air from excitement? That must be a funny sight, indeed!
'A few' - I think.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
What is it? What is it?
“Eh… what? Oh… yes, yes… of course, my apish friends,” Edwin looks a bit startled, “but we should move on, this idleness is starting to bore me…”
LOL! It was also your.. 'fault' that you stopped.
We head outside the house and continue on our way forward, walking from one branch to another, passing even more houses on our way… but our walk comes to a sudden halt, Keldorn, who has been leading upfront, stops suddenly and points towards something with the pointed end of his Hallowed Redeemer. We gather around him and through the thicket of leaves, I can make out at least five or six huge shapes, clustered together on the next platform in our wake.
Oh no..
And I'd put an 'as' between 'halt' and 'Keldorn'.. or then it's a typo and you meant it to be a period, which is better, I guess.
“Pah, it just shows how uneducated the two of you are,” Edwin chimes in, “that is a golem made from pure adamantine… good luck in destroying that – it is completely immune to magic and even the most powerful weapons do little damage. And even if you were to get close to take a swing at it, one hit from those enormous fists and you are history.”
Are you trying to scare them?
“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
Hey! That's a cool idea!
“Will all of you just shut up?”
*Sigh* Imoen is the rogue. And she can handle herself! She's not a child anymore..
The adamantine golem, following the iron one, suffers from the exact fate and after another huge rumble, both golems lie on the ground, struggling helplessly to get back on their feet.
Ha-ha-ha!
Now you die!“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Run!Like I said, I liked this chapter!
(Oh, and I like Coldplay too. Bought their second album last summer when I was in Belgium. CDs are cheaper there than in Finland. )
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“Mage, I dislike that you are withholding the information from us,” Keldorn speaks, “it is very difficult to maintain a composure in the fight, if one has to be weary about one of their own comrades, suddenly casting a spell, effects of which are unknown to the rest of us. The tactics of the group must be well coordinated, if we are to succeed.”
Keldorn is right. And I think that even if you don't care about alignment (which you know I don't) there is a personality clash between Edwin and him.
Yes, it's not necessarily about good and evil, but mostly because of clashing personalities, as you say.
“Aww, shucks, it was nothing… you are exaggerating about that saving lives stuff… you can fly, can’t ya?” Imoen chuckles as she is buried deep in the embrace.
She is so very likeable
I like her a lot, as she can be sugary sweet without becoming whiny and annoying like a certain avariel.
“I hope that we didn’t just destroy the only way leading to the palace,” I note looking down to the ground, some couple hundreds feet below…
Suldanesselar is one of the better parts of the game - the panic and confusion seems very real.
Yes, and the scale of the occurances was realistic too, not like some encounters in the ToB.
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We will get to Demin in the next chapter, I think… boy, I’m really taking my time with this. But I kinda liked this chapter myself, with our heroes having a very close call and… a bit of trivia - can you guess what spell scroll made Edwin so excited?
I liked this chapter too!
Then wait and see...
Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
*Sigh* Irenicus is a sick man... and powerful. Very powerful!
Scary dude!
We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted by the scenery, but even then I notice the beautiful architecture of this city, the large platforms surrounding the tree trunks with the trunk itself being hollowed out in creating a comfortable place for dwelling. In most cases, the tree houses are supplemented by artificial extensions, but in a way that even those seem so natural and fitting to the landscape.
The elves have certainly worked hard.
They have more time to invest, compared to humans.
Of course, our exploration of the elven houses is not purely altruistic in saving them or a mission of gathering information, it also presents us with a fine opportunity to grab some very exquisite loot, items of elven craftsmanship are valued very highly outside of the elven settlements, not to mention that they might prove very useful to ourselves, things like elven-made cloaks and boots undoubtedly much more comfortable than those made by lowly humans.
I'd put a period between the words 'loot' and 'items'.
And the last sentence sounds a bit weird. I think you should put an 'are' before the word 'undoubtedly'. Or something.
Good suggestions.
And not only that, Imoen has already managed to find few very useful and rare spell scrolls, such that they even make our Edwin drool and I swear that he almost hopped in the air from excitement, once…
LOL! Edwin hopping in the air from excitement? That must be a funny sight, indeed!
'A few' - I think.
Well, Theo could be wrong - it only seemed to him as if Edwin hopped...
But he was thrilled about something... oh yes!
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
What is it? What is it?
Wait and see...
“Eh… what? Oh… yes, yes… of course, my apish friends,” Edwin looks a bit startled, “but we should move on, this idleness is starting to bore me…”
LOL! It was also your.. 'fault' that you stopped.
Edwin: No, it was the fault of those simians who wasted our time, trying to pry information from me. Pah!
We head outside the house and continue on our way forward, walking from one branch to another, passing even more houses on our way… but our walk comes to a sudden halt, Keldorn, who has been leading upfront, stops suddenly and points towards something with the pointed end of his Hallowed Redeemer. We gather around him and through the thicket of leaves, I can make out at least five or six huge shapes, clustered together on the next platform in our wake.
Oh no..
And I'd put an 'as' between 'halt' and 'Keldorn'.. or then it's a typo and you meant it to be a period, which is better, I guess.
Right. I agree.
“Pah, it just shows how uneducated the two of you are,” Edwin chimes in, “that is a golem made from pure adamantine… good luck in destroying that – it is completely immune to magic and even the most powerful weapons do little damage. And even if you were to get close to take a swing at it, one hit from those enormous fists and you are history.”
Are you trying to scare them?
Well, I think he's right... I meant, how do you kill an adamantine golem?
“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
Hey! That's a cool idea!
Lotsa a smart people in this group.
“Will all of you just shut up?”
*Sigh* Imoen is the rogue. And she can handle herself! She's not a child anymore..
Viconia: Bah! The child does not realize the magnitude of the danger we are in...
The adamantine golem, following the iron one, suffers from the exact fate and after another huge rumble, both golems lie on the ground, struggling helplessly to get back on their feet.
Ha-ha-ha!
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Yikes!
Like I said, I liked this chapter!
Yep, they are cool! Can't wait for the next album... whenever that is planned.
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We move from one platform to another with extreme caution, being as quiet as possible in order not to attract attention of the dangerous creatures that no doubt lurk around this place. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
That's a lot of bodies.
Of course, our exploration of the elven houses is not purely altruistic in saving them or a mission of gathering information, it also presents us with a fine opportunity to grab some very exquisite loot, items of elven craftsmanship are valued very highly outside of the elven settlements, not to mention that they might prove very useful to ourselves, things like elven-made cloaks and boots undoubtedly much more comfortable than those made by lowly humans. And not only that, Imoen has already managed to find few very useful and rare spell scrolls, such that they even make our Edwin drool and I swear that he almost hopped in the air from excitement, once…
Hah, my party did the same thing. Got a nice set of elf clothing out of the deal.
“Here’s another one that I can’t decipher,” Imoen throws a yellowed parchment into Edwin’s hands as we inspect yet another house, this one devoid of any forms of life.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
Ah, some sort of demon summoning spell, perhaps?
“Well, paladin… I can assure you that this spell will not require you changing your tactics on the frontline, that much I can guarantee and that is my final word in this matter,” Edwin snorts.
Oh well, what's one more spot of trouble anyway...
“Pah, it just shows how uneducated the two of you are,” Edwin chimes in, “that is a golem made from pure adamantine… good luck in destroying that – it is completely immune to magic and even the most powerful weapons do little damage. And even if you were to get close to take a swing at it, one hit from those enormous fists and you are history.”
No kidding, I found out the hard way. Then I discovered the joys of hasting my party and thwacking the stuffing out of golems that way.
“Heh, I might have an idea…” Imoen pipes up and we all look at her, hoping to hear something ingenious and clever, “what about the good, ole trick with getting them to chase one of us and luring them into a tripwire trap? Look, we could draw out a wire right here and fasten it here around these trunks… better make multiple traps just in case… then I could go over there and get their attention, while the rest of you hide somewhere where it’s safe…”
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
Heh, heh, I knew she'd say that.
Jaheira is the first out on the bridge, her scimitar raised as she rushes to finish off the golems and I follow her closely, as suddenly…
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Whoops...
“Jaheira!” I yell in panic, grabbing her by the shoulder and almost toppling her over, but luckily she manages to maintain her balance. She reacts quickly and we both hurry to get off the bridge until it has collapsed under the weight of the two large constructs…
Just as we have stepped back on the platform, or rather being dragged on it by our friends, the bridge behind us shatters and after a split second in the place where it once stood, now is only huge emptiness…
Er, Theo, your party is supposed to be saving the city, not wrecking it.
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We move from one platform to another with extreme caution, being as quiet as possible in order not to attract attention of the dangerous creatures that no doubt lurk around this place. Signs of their activity are often observable in the remains of the elven bodies that are an integral part of the landscape, no matter in which direction we turn.
That's a lot of bodies.
They've lost count by now...
Of course, our exploration of the elven houses is not purely altruistic in saving them or a mission of gathering information, it also presents us with a fine opportunity to grab some very exquisite loot, items of elven craftsmanship are valued very highly outside of the elven settlements, not to mention that they might prove very useful to ourselves, things like elven-made cloaks and boots undoubtedly much more comfortable than those made by lowly humans. And not only that, Imoen has already managed to find few very useful and rare spell scrolls, such that they even make our Edwin drool and I swear that he almost hopped in the air from excitement, once…
Hah, my party did the same thing. Got a nice set of elf clothing out of the deal.
Yep, since Elle gives such a sucky reward, I always feel like the party should just help themselves to a bit more.
“Hmm, now let me take a good look at this… oh!” Edwin falls silent and stares at the scroll in his hand and after a good while he recovers and quickly tucks it inside his belt.
Ah, some sort of demon summoning spell, perhaps?
Perhaps... but not quite.
“Well, paladin… I can assure you that this spell will not require you changing your tactics on the frontline, that much I can guarantee and that is my final word in this matter,” Edwin snorts.
Oh well, what's one more spot of trouble anyway...
Exactly.
“Pah, it just shows how uneducated the two of you are,” Edwin chimes in, “that is a golem made from pure adamantine… good luck in destroying that – it is completely immune to magic and even the most powerful weapons do little damage. And even if you were to get close to take a swing at it, one hit from those enormous fists and you are history.”
No kidding, I found out the hard way. Then I discovered the joys of hasting my party and thwacking the stuffing out of golems that way.
It's hard to imagine killing Adamantine and Iron golems in the melee... they just look like they could crush you to bits with one strike...
“That is too risky, I forbid you to even think about it,” Viconia cuts her off, “Theodur will be the one who lures the golems into the trap…”
Heh, heh, I knew she'd say that.
Theo: Me too...
“Theo! Stop! Turn back, hurry!” Imoen screams and I hear a very unpleasant crackling noise growing stronger and stronger… and as I look down at the bridge, I see huge cracks appearing in the smooth crystal surface…
Whoops...
As I said, close call...
“Jaheira!” I yell in panic, grabbing her by the shoulder and almost toppling her over, but luckily she manages to maintain her balance. She reacts quickly and we both hurry to get off the bridge until it has collapsed under the weight of the two large constructs…
Just as we have stepped back on the platform, or rather being dragged on it by our friends, the bridge behind us shatters and after a split second in the place where it once stood, now is only huge emptiness…
Er, Theo, your party is supposed to be saving the city, not wrecking it.
I think he couldn't care less about that durned city...
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