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[Loud Whispers]

Vampire cultists.

Grr.

[uristmcgamer]

I encountered a city with catacombs by the name of Gloryhole. I chuckled.

[Jacob/Lee]

Vampire cultists.

Grr.

Yep. The cultists outnumbered the loyalists about 2 to 1, and even though all the professional soldiers belonged to the loyalists, being surrounded by cultists has its disadvantages, namely when you get stabbed in the lung. None of them were that good with their weapons, they were your common artisan/laborer armed with knives, so things got pretty bloody. Those 3 guys at the end were unbelievable, though. I have no idea how they could kill me at my skill level when I took on so many other people at once, like those brigands. Still, that was great and I hope to find another law-giver I can accuse.

[Uzu Bash]

In the case I mentioned, the culties were pretty weak -- the council only had copper boning knives but still killed half of them before I got downstairs. The soldiers were scattered around the ramparts out of range, and there were still no loyalist casualties in the tower. They were doing fine on their own, I just got to mop up a few straggling culties on the way out.

[humblegar]

Found a law-giver vampire with a kill-count Over 9000! No wonder the city is abandoned, all the critters in the sewers combined hadn't killed that many. When I called her out for being a vampire, naturally all the faction heads standing around turned on her and attacked. But this is a new one on me; all the commoners standing around revealed themselves to be cultists, and turned on them.

I just attacked the one person everybody wanted me to kill, a law-giver vampire. He admitted it after I threw him to the ground. But since I did not call him out first, all humans attack me on sight. Guess I'll find out how to play an outlaw the hard way...

[Uzu Bash]

I got so sick of vampires I finally took the titan quests that have been on my list for ages. But trekking hundreds of miles of endless open nothing, getting my ass chewed on by bogeymen every night, makes me miss sewer stomping. So an ambush is a windfall, a nice break from the monotony.

The warlord wasn't immediately hostile so I was able to talk to him and ask what the fuck is there to do around here?! Well, there's night trolls over yonder, he says. Night trolls? They're in this world? Fine, I'll take it! It's a family of 8, he says. So a commune of freaks, probably as bored as I am out in the middle of nowhere. I'd hate to bust up their wife-swapping cannibalism party, but I have an axe that hasn't tasted flesh yet, so let's go gatecrash this orgy!

[Uzu Bash]

Oh, holy shit. I was not prepared for this.

I was only approaching the freakshack when I heard the calls to battle from...four, six, eight, nine, ten, then more, a hell of a lot more than the eight I was promised. So I started to work on them, and managed to decapitate two in one shot before I was detected. There's no way I could find cover against that many, not without running further away than I want to, so I weaved around the trees and lured them in one by one, doing some pretty swift execution for the little axe skill I had. It was working out well enough that I didn't even bother to sneak, and just hacked away, going for the headshots and getting them if not immediately then eventually.

When I finally found no one chasing me, I walked around counting heads, all of which were cleanly separate from the bodies, I found 13. That warlord bastard lied to me! Now I regret letting the treacherous spunkwad live when he was in arm's reach. Oh well. I was getting drowsy, so I headed inside for sleep first, then inventory the no doubt bountiful loot in the morning.

As soon as the door opened, another pack of night trolls were telling me how awesome they were. I backed away, and this time I went for the stealth. Again, I only got two before they detected me, and I had to lure them out one at a time, at least another 6 but by that point I stopped counting.  When there was a handful left inside -- again, I stopped counting, so that might be a handful for someone who has seven or eight fingers -- I was able to gradually whack them stealthily.

If any adventurer deserves a rest after evicting all those trolls...but instead of sleeping, I circled around to survey the site and memorize the layout. And yet another night troll came at me, a bride of someone whose marriage was probably annulled by the sharp end of an axe. I counseled her to get over it with the same axe.

I still haven't looked at the loot or bodies, but my axe has a headcount of 30 kills, all of them night trolls. See for yourself:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[rtg593]

Hmmm... Not much, now. My new adventurer walked out of a building to find himself instantly webbed by a Clown and killed by a single scratch to the head. Gotta be my shortest adventure, ever.

[azrael300]

i keep dieing in my adventures even though i ca carve a gun and 15000 bullets and the gun sends most enemys to the other side of the world

[azrael300]

Oh, holy shit. I was not prepared for this.

I was only approaching the freakshack when I heard the calls to battle from...four, six, eight, nine, ten, then more, a hell of a lot more than the eight I was promised. So I started to work on them, and managed to decapitate two in one shot before I was detected. There's no way I could find cover against that many, not without running further away than I want to, so I weaved around the trees and lured them in one by one, doing some pretty swift execution for the little axe skill I had. It was working out well enough that I didn't even bother to sneak, and just hacked away, going for the headshots and getting them if not immediately then eventually.

When I finally found no one chasing me, I walked around counting heads, all of which were cleanly separate from the bodies, I found 13. That warlord bastard lied to me! Now I regret letting the treacherous spunkwad live when he was in arm's reach. Oh well. I was getting drowsy, so I headed inside for sleep first, then inventory the no doubt bountiful loot in the morning.

As soon as the door opened, another pack of night trolls were telling me how awesome they were. I backed away, and this time I went for the stealth. Again, I only got two before they detected me, and I had to lure them out one at a time, at least another 6 but by that point I stopped counting.  When there was a handful left inside -- again, I stopped counting, so that might be a handful for someone who has seven or eight fingers -- I was able to gradually whack them stealthily.

If any adventurer deserves a rest after evicting all those trolls...but instead of sleeping, I circled around to survey the site and memorize the layout. And yet another night troll came at me, a bride of someone whose marriage was probably annulled by the sharp end of an axe. I counseled her to get over it with the same axe.

I still haven't looked at the loot or bodies, but my axe has a headcount of 30 kills, all of them night trolls. See for yourself:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

humans ethic for ling is peronal matter

[Jacob/Lee]

My zombie servitors are surrounding me. Half of those goblins have a second one on the same tile.

[Uzu Bash]

Finally got across all this wilderness to civilization! Yay, warm baths, fresh clothes, cooked food! Except that it was full of empty. The buildings were so abandoned they didn't even have roofs, and the city fortress didn't even have a crime boss under it. I visited where the temple should be and found nothing but a sand lot. Oh well, there's an encampment nearby, maybe I can find some apocalypse survivors to brag to. I went over to talk to them.

I recognized the warlord as the son of a bitch who sent me to those trolls in the first place. My first impulse was to strangle him. I let my rational nature prevail, since it appears the vampires rule the world, the living should look out for each other. On the other hand, the bastard is wearing fresh clothes while mine are rotting off my body. So fuck him. I let him have the business end of the axe, made him as famous as 30 trolls, and took his goddamn socks.

[Uzu Bash]

How empty is this city? There's no sewer. Apparently it's been a ruin since before sewage was invented. Lack of poop probably collapsed the civilization. I'll ask the ravens and they'll say, "Don't ask us, we don't fucking talk, you stupid elf!"

For the first time ever, I found an empty marketplace.  Empty except for loads of empty wooden bins and barrels. That in itself is a treasure trove for a fortress, but an adventurer has nothing to do here.

[rtg593]

Nice. Second successful adventurer, first one got his hands bit off when he took on the entire animal population of a town...

Anywho, I've taken down several bandit leaders, sneak right up to them and lash their skulls into their brains, grab the corpse (for role-play effect, drop it at the feet of the one who commissioned me), and sneak off, back to the one who sent me.

In a town looking for a were-creature, asked a townie about the surroundings... She started telling me all about MY adventures:-D

When all a groupie can talk to you about is you, you've made it;)

PS, if they tell me only steel can hurt her... Should I be worried if I don't have steel? :p Nevermind, her brain exploded from my silver whip just like everyone else' :p

[Jacob/Lee]

Found a book named "Dying: My Only Mistake"

50% of the rest of the books in this tower are based on the human race. "The Human: Fact Or Fiction?" and other such bullshit.


EDIT: "Life is, in a word, blight." I was expecting that from a mummy...