![]() ![]() As you can see (or not if I managed to remove all non-important staff), I did not even bothered to sort my inventory, replace thick gauntlets with Ironfist, drink some potions for score etc. What can I say about this run in general? It felt casual, but I still was extremely concentrated from the entering of SMC to the final blow on Riurry. I spent Immune to Pain talent on the Ironfist (until the poison hands attacked). I relied heavily on my mace during early game, Rolf's Companion / Saviour combination in mid game and my crowning gift "Skull Crusher" in late game, while maintaining axe as a range weapon, cause I literally encountered only around 4 to 5 bows and crossbows in the whole game (and they got burned like in 20 minutes every time I equipped them).Īlso I spent my two wishes on rings of ice and spellbooks of Rain of Sorrow (nearly wasted wish for Acid Ball), which I used to kill most bosses (and then I ate them. Oh, and also "Your skin is destroyed by the touch of impure metal." spam accompanied with teleportisis transformed the process of reading books into a funny minigame, where you have to press space until it is time to teleport, then space again, then y, then repeat. Only real issues I stumbled on were accidentally angering Casino shop guys and poison hands corruption w/o thick gauntlets. I mistook you for someone with a sense of adventure.I played for more than 10 years without touching d50, but a week ago managed to achieve absolutely casual victory with a very first Mist elf / Priest / Heir combination. You're bestowed all the knowledge the bard has on the White Minotaur. I'd wager any adventurer would be interested in the tales he told me over supper? All yours for a small donation." Success(x2): ".I like the look of you, does 5 gold sound fair?" Pay the bard 5 gold? Failure(x1): ".All yours for only 15 gold" Pay the bard 15 gold? Huge Failure(x1): ".I'll take all the gold in your pockets." Pay the bard all your gold? ![]() At the close of his song the bard leans in close to you and whispers "The whit minotaur is no myth, I met a man two nights ago who hunts the beast as if he were its long shadow. It has felled every adventurer, bounty hunter or treasure seeker it has ever crossed. Yo will require a fable of bloodshed, heroism, and death." The bard sing to you the fable of The White Minotaur, a legendary beast who is master of both might and magic. No tale of chivalry or brash tribalism will do. "Well, well, well, (what) do we have here, a most most distinguished adventurer. ![]() He serenades a pair of young lovers for a meagre sum and then is generously tipped to lead a group of blacksmiths in chorus of foul language aimed at folks from the next town over. Hours pass and the crowd starts to thin, the bard now moves around the room playing requests for small groups. You arrive there weary from your adventures but tonight's entertainment convinces you to settle by a hearth for a while. The Mug and Barrel Inn is renowned for attracting the most talented bards from all around. ![]()
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