Andrizztyl, DAY 11: "The Trouble of Increasing Numbers" or "The Dwarfing of a Drow"When last the Andrizztyl Saga was unfolding, the Duo had gone to the Beregost Temple area... Having reduced several creatures to vulture food, they happened upon a Priest of Lathander who seemed very willing to join up with them and become a part of the merry band that they were... but they left him... and went back to the crossroads whence they'd passed en route to Beregost those miserably trepidatious first days out of Candlekeep (when Imoen left without a single weapon!). On the way, however, there was an unpleasant reminder of alternate realities...

Andrizztyl: "At least there's no ogre mage with them..."Once safely arrived, a change seemed to sweep over the Lvl 3 bard that made the Lvl 1/ 2 drow pale in comparison. With her crossbow in hand, Imoen the Quick Bard quickly caught up to Andrizztyl's kill record with wolves, gibberlings, and little screeching blue men falling to her bolts... while only a scant few composite bow shots even found their mark.
Imoen: "Are you gonna tell me a story about trollops and plugtails?"
Andrizztyl: *shaking his head incredulously* "Great... I'm being punked by a child..."So while scouting Andrizztyl decided to fell a local Golliath on his own... which proves a tad more difficult when his single Blindness spell fails...
Andrizztyl: "Just stay back! I got this one...!"
Imoen: "But it'll go much faster if you just let me-"
Andrizztyl: "I don't care if you can shoot him right between the eyes. Go play with dolls or your lute or something!"And the title belt went to the victor... Also in the area they happened upon some sort of hunter... who was nice enough to give the two pickpockets his bow and everything else they could grab... and they happened to notice a rock with a secret crevasse that seemed destined to yield a mighty magical treasure... which yielded a gold ring... Then they returned to the wilderness where Gorion had been slain (while trying to stab a high-level fighter with a dagger) and they happened to notice a tree with a secret crevasse that seemed destined to yield a... zircon gem... And they were sullen over the hard times... for it was annoying enough to recognize rather well past too late that when they'd left the area days ago they'd forgotten to loot the more expensive gems from the ogres Gorion had managed to slay. But at least the looters had left Gorion's irrelevant letter...
A few bears and wolves later, the Duo headed back to the Temple to make it a Trio. However, traveling from that area brought a rather showstopping shock as not one... not two... but THREE giant spiders suddenly surrounded them. ["Well, yet another short run...NEXT!"] It looked like that was pretty much it as two of the spiders launched spider web splashes, one for each mobile sack of blood...
But no! Tymora wasn't done with them quite yet!
Imoen had left Candlekeep with a Potion of Speed (so at least she thought to bring something), and fortunately for the Duo an evil halfling had given Andrizztyl one as well, so they hastily swallowed them and ran in different directions. Somehow the web ball tossed at Andrizztyl was too slow and exploded behind him as he ran north and then sharply west. The one against Imoen, however, caught her as she went the distance west, but she eluded the sticky fibers and ran north. Before leaving they took a defiant (but no less ineffectual) shot at their arachnid pursuers...

Imoen: "Take that, ya overgrown Donglebongers!"
Andrizztyl: "Dongle...? *clears throat* We shall spite them all the better with a successful escape..."And thus they formed the Trio with Gavin. Their first task- after equipping the so-called "elderly" 20-something Priest of Lathander with some rather mangled Flaming Fist plate- was to remove a meddlesome mercenery from the entrance of a central Beregost Inn. Andrizztyl snuck in and readied himself on the far side of the room with a Blindness spell while Gavin positioned himself in a side corner while in a Sanctuary spell, Imoen staying by the door out of sight. The plan was to cast Blindness, but Gavin took it upon himself to start the fight with a sling stone... [Scripts/ click:*none*] So Andrizztyl cast a bit late... and the spell
failed during casting ["Huh?"] while not wearing armor, nor even sporting his buckler... *fizzle* Fortunately Gavin's Hold Person did freeze the surly dwarf in time and the three made short work of him, Gavin and Imoen making "Must have cast it on himself" type of jibes... Andrizztyl kept shaking his head, hoping this was not a sign of things to come with his spellcasting...
Off the Trio went south to procure a certain set of boots from hobgoblins in order to make a certain drow feel more useful. After what seemed a dangerous encounter with
blue circles in a cave, the Trio skirted the loving couple along the road (they were necking, didn't want to interrupt) and ventured further south to collect even more hobgob bastard swords, and since they were in the area, they headed south to Nashkell. On the way, however, a Lord Foreshadow gave Andrizztyl a peculiar ring in case our protagonist were to "fall in love with a companion." [Never seen that before...] The Trio exchanged glances and concluded it would probably bring in a decent exchange rate when properly identified...
Arriving safely in Nashkell they decided to just let loose and feel at home, so the two cutpurses cutpursed the town's guardmaster, babysat children who were even younger than Imoen, chatted with chatty locals, and found a strange hole in a farm field that appeared to hold something very valuable and magical... and had a broken sword and pearl in it. They took the pearl... and for good measure they went off to the Nashkell Carnival to establish their Carnival Stash point. Loaded with hobgob bastard swords, it seemed this might be a good time to sell them to some weapon-buying magic salesman. Intending on the High Hedge, they first returned to Nashkell...
Now, as everyone knows the road from the Nashkell Carnival to the town of Nashkell is long, wild, and treacherous, and thus it came as no surprise when the Trio suddenly found themselves once again in the
middle of three giant spiders...And this time no Speed potions... ["Now that's the bitter end... NEXT!"
But...
Inexplicably... without explication... and disturbingly thankfully... these SCS-equipped monstrosities... whether by Tymora's Hand or some spider bug or simply because the members of this Trio are on a mission from Bhaal... did not toss a single exploding web ball at anyone. Not three, not two, not one. Just followed... solemnly... like ushers carrying a coffin behind them. The Trio literally and quite simply walked right out of there as casually as any Trio might that wonders just how often this kind of thing is going to happen when traveling... [And that miraculous 20 meter walk to the screen edge was a ScrnShot I sorely wish I'd taken...]
Andrizzt: "Just keep walking... Pretend they're not there... If you don't look at them they won't get an itchy trigger claw..."And they made it. As they entered Nashkell, Gavin bid hello to a local fellow they were passing... who, as if to punctuate the gravity of the previous moment, immediately became engulfed in a display of the gods' will...

Imoen: *turns to Gavin accusingly* "Did you do that?!"
Gavin: "I believe you're confusing me with druids, my dear. Would you like to chat about that for a while? Let's see if I know anything about druids we can discuss in more detail.."
Imoen: "Oh, nevermind. Now if the story was about trollops and plugtails..."
Andrizztyl: *oblivious to both the banter and the lightning bolt and still shaking his head in incredulity at the fact that they're still alive at that moment* "They just... didn't kill us... No strategy... just... somehow..."
[And now I start wondering if my complaints about instakill spiders and wyverns in another thread have incensed my game against me... Might be about time to invest in a particular Familiar...]
And with backpacks somehow stuffed with bastard swords- having collected enough for a full sale- they headed back north to get full price at the High Hedge, cringing with every moment of travel... Arriving without incident at the High Hedge, there they met and did battle with a handful or so of skeletal nuisances- serious nuisances. And the brave Gavin with his nuisance-smashing hammer demonstrated what utter futility as a tank looks like by literally and without exaggeration swinging over 100 times to kill fully 6 such nuisances. Fortunately Tymora was also playing havoc on the skeletons because they tossed their knives and swung their swords at his -1AC without more than 3 hits during those many, many, incredibly many ineffectual rounds. [I began to root for the skeletons! Actually this was the first time anyone had taken damage during the entire game other than that 1HP shot from the "armored figure's" girlfriend against Andrizztyl.] It got so bad with miss after miss- even with Imoen's lute-playing (or because of it?)- that Andrizztyl began to shoot them with 1 dam arrows just to speed up matters somewhat.
Andrizztyl: *to Gavin* "Perhaps it was to you that my Blindness went in Beregost, o' great athlete of Lathander..."
Gavin: "Just getting my second wind... You know how weary us late 20-yr-olds can get with exertion!"Imoen: *sings* "... And the Bufflehead swung, but again his blows hung, on misses that were compilin'...
So he tried yet once more, but he just couldn't score, and the skeletons, I swear they be smilin'..."
Andrizztyl: "Gavin, PLEASE just hit them!"But at last they sold their bastards to a pissant town wizard and collected the skeletons' large shields. Outside the quaint shopping mall (plenty of golem shoppers too, must be a sale on golem parts) the Trio met up with an elven ranger who had an arrowhead to grind with ogres. This certainly didn't sound bad, so the Trio became a... erm... Quattro. And now there were not one, not two, but three members of the party at 3rd level, while the increasingly inconsequential Mage/Thief
still lagged behind at 1/2 with 11 HP... After a brief visit to Beregost to equip this new archer with a large shield, they all headed back south to Nashkell to take other matters in hand.
The first battle to whet the whistle of the new archer (well, after a group of hobgoblin ambushers) involved a decision to remove another inn-entrance-blocking mercenery. Andrizztyl at first was going to sneak in and backstab, but she didn't look hostile... so that meant he had to talk first... which he did... and then... playing it safe instead of relying on potentially faulty stealthing... fired once and ran... The plan was to lure her straight into Gavin's Hold Person to give her a taste of her own medicine... but a bit late it was discovered that his last Hold was used up on some hobgob or such up north. So he tried a Command... and failed. Then Neira promptly tried her own Hold Person on Kivan who was in the alleyway... and succeeded. (So much for a whetted whistle...)
And then the guard joined in, hoping to cash in on some merc XP themselves, (well, at least they're more help than a Morninglord... no offense intended, Gavin,) but we managed to get the
killing shot in anyway. Alas it was a moment too late because with her dying breath Neira had summoned... *sigh* nuisances... and they didn't just disappear with her death. And perhaps because it was Imoen who had delivered Neira to the realm from whence cameth her skeletons, these nuisances targetted Imoen and just wouldn't stop chasing her no matter how long it took and how skillfully the quick bard wove through other party members and town guards. Fortunately Kivan came out of his Hold to deliver a 10HP arrow crit that put us all out of that misery because Gavin's Spiritual Hammer had just expired by then and he wasn't about to catch up to the nuisance or sling it to death. The other nuisance had run off due to Gavin's Turn Nuisance ability.
Andrizztyl: "Hey, Imoen, maybe another song will scare it away from you?"
Imoen: "Not funny, Bufflehead!"And then they went south to the mines. Did I mention that the mayor of Nashkell asked them to days ago? Anyway they arrived only to be greeted by an axe-wielding dwarf who did not introduce himself but yet got his name in the party's journal as a merc. [Didn't remember this guy...] Seeing this as a grand opportunity to redeem his Blindness casting failure in the Beregost inn, Andrizztyl once again launched into the spell while others attacked and distracted... and once again the spellcasting failed without apparent reason... (
Andrizztyl to self: "What is it with trying to cast Blindness on dwarves?") [self to self: "Please don't make me reinstall again!"] While party members took turns running Zargos in convenient circles, it was Gavin himself who landed the killing blow with another Spiritual Hammer, but it was not quite enough to redeem himself either for his poor tanking skills...
[Nevertheless at long, long last the lagggging Mage/ Thief levels up to 2/3 and is at the marginally more sustainable 18HP. Imoen too levels up to 4th level and gains a halberd proficiency for some reason (which would become fortuituous later), but as a result of having never located an INT-raising potion, still has only her 8-hour Mage Armor to cast... twice...] After tossing the dwarf's magic axe to Kivan (for now) and collecting a cold blue wand that they just couldn't identify (at least some mysterious holes remain filled!), they all retired to a wardog kennel to rest, recuperate spells, and recover from dog bites.
Venturing south the Quattro discovered a
battalion of kobolds... and later another
battalion joined by... xvarts? The initial onset of battle found Gavin attempting to Hold a group of them while still clustered... but managing only one... single... kobold...
*everyone exchanging glances*
Gavin: "Because I could, that's why!"And with the field at last full of dead kobolds just begging to be looted (before getting too smelly), that was when
Gavin decided to chat with Andrizztyl about philosophy and life... As good a time as any... That fight had involved every one of the Quattro doing their own dodging, weaving, and ranging, all in turn, and, despite some poor coordination at times, all without injury, most importantly without injury by the kobold guards among the battalions sporting their poison daggers. The second fight let Andrizztyl lure them around some trees to the north repeatedly, so the others didn't have to scramble so much, only the most crucial character... Fortunately the kobolds had neglected to include archers in their ranks...
Andrizztyl: "INCOMING!"
Imoen: "But you already brought xvarts. Enough already!"Once all the kobolds and xvarts were dispatched, the Pair o' Pickpockets happened upon a small gnomish mage who yielded up a number of useful protection spell scrolls... oh, and was running from a much smaller battalion of yet more kobolds...
And at last they discovered an artist with a bounty on his head. Both Imoen and Gavin spoke up in his defense- Kivan remaining the stoic ranger- and that swayed the virtuous Andrizztyl... Besides, he could use a magic longsword... So he bid Imoen tell the stone-carving social deviant that the Quattro would indeed defend him... And sure enough here comes the reknowned bounty hunter Greywolf, and Andrizztyl is about to just toss away his tainted-iron longsword right now, but... huh? What is he sporting? A magic
halberd??
["Wait, I didn't install Item Randomizer this time! You mean Hard Times replaces it??"]Andrizztyl: "Looks like you'll have use for that halberd proficiency after all, Imoen..."And the fight begins... and maybe it was frustration due to being cheated of an anticipated magic backstabber, or maybe it was the level up, or maybe it was Tymora playing her usual cat-and-mouse, but before Greywolf could take more than 20 paces, Andrizztyl actually successfully launches a Blindness spell this time... and it works! Alas Greywolf is not like giant rats that stand still stoically when Blinded, and the bounty-hunter-become-bounty-prey takes off into the hillside, running clear across the map, and often eluding the Quattro in their jumbling together as they attempt to pursue. ["Yes... good decision to take out the kobolds first..."] But eventually he is felled... by Kivan... and now everyone's greatest kill is a famous adversary... except the lagging drow who is credited only for his Beregost spider... and with Imoen already at 2nd level mage spells, Gavin casting day-saving Hold Persons, and Kivan's archery now putting him in second place for bowmanship...
Andrizztyl: "Look, I'm just getting the hang of these spells. You know Gorion wasn't a brilliant teacher, Imoen. He couldn't even cast better than a couple Lightning Bolts against that eye-glowing human."
Imoen: "Well, that instakill spell he put on the evil lady might've been nice for you to know..."
Kivan: "Do you need a few pointers with the bow?"
Gavin: "You'll be more helpful at some point, surely. We still need a scout."
Kivan: "Well, uh... not to intrude, but... I could always do the scouting myself frankly, if you just give me those nice boots..."
Gavin: "Hm, true." *turns to Andrizztyl consolingly* "How are your lockpicking abilities coming along?"
Andrizztyl: *tosses Greywolf's magic halberd to Imoen* "Don't... mock... Drizzt... It is entirely unsociable..."Andrizztyl: Imoen: Gavin: Kivan:MAGE 2/ THF 3 BARD 4 PRIESToLATH 3 ARCHER 3
STR 18, DEX 19 STR 12, DEX 18 STR 16, DEX 12 STR 18/12, DEX 19
CON 16, INT 18 CON 16, INT 14 CON 16, INT 12 CON 11, INT 12
WIS 10, CHA 8 WIS 11, CHA 17(9) WIS 17, CHA 12 WIS 15, CHA 8
HP 18; TK 65 HP 32; TK 58 HP 32; TK 12 HP 30; TK 47
Huge Spider Neira Zargos Flintblade Greywolf
Bow & arrows Crossbow & bolts Warhammer Bow & arrows
Modifié par Bhryaen, 01 mars 2011 - 04:29 .