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[LordBucket]

The dueling perspectives are win but... holy water?!?!?

Sylia
	Of course holy water. Nice, clean, pure holy water in a beautiful crystal vial, fresh from the temple fountain and blessed by the archbishop himself amidst a backdrop of daisies and butterflies singing hymns. What else would you use to cleanse a building of evil?

[Karnewarrior]

Oh god, I lol'd.

Holy water.

Hmm... how will Reagent [Spelling] Humphrey [SPELLING!] see this paladin, I wonder?

[Nivim]

> Go to the temple right next door and ask for healing from those there, then search out back for healing herbs so this isn't as bad next time. Go back down into town and look around a little; get to know it before using it as a base of operations; and get water to clear out the other drinks. Maybe with a bit of preparation, our luck will turn for the better.

 You really should have just shot the goblins from the hill right beside, since there aren't any party members without a ranged attack, and none of the goblins there had a ranged attack (and if they did you could have just dodged it). The three casters can recharge their spell points easily at the fountain.
 Doesn't the party start with five skill points to spend? I can't quite recall.

 Which town was Sorpigal? I know it was a town name in Heroes of Might and Magic 1, but I can't recall any dire fate. I thought it was more like "York" and "New York".

 Also! I found my notes with all the carriage and ship schedules! Mmm, copious notes.
 "Regent Wilbur Humphrey".

[LordBucket]

You really should have just shot the goblins from the hill
Maybe with a bit of preparation, our luck will turn for the better.

I think our party is not guided by common sense so much as by the Rule of Funny.

[Karnewarrior]

Which town was Sorpigal? I know it was a town name in Heroes of Might and Magic 1, but I can't recall any dire fate. I thought it was more like "York" and "New York".

Noodle incident.

[Nivim]

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Well that's annoying, but if you got it perfect I wouldn't have any reason to post.

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So you don't know anything from the official history? Or any of the books?  :[  Could you reply to the questions you actually have an answer to?

[LordBucket]

Doesn't the party start with five skill points to spend?

No, but every character starts with four skills, two fixed, and two selected from a list. Also, the stables have a pair of horseshoes, each of which award a single character two skillpoints.

Which town was Sorpigal?
I can't recall any dire fate.

I don't think it's explicity stated, but there are plenty of clues in the game. The island with Gharik's Forge is covered in the same "ash" texture as the volcano and still has a couple buildings from the original city on it. Gharik is missing, but the fire elementals are still active, and the volcano is explicty shown to still be active.



My guess is that Gharik lost control of the elementals and they blew the volcano.

[Karnewarrior]

Like I said, hot noodle incident.

but yeah, I really have no idea what happened, and niether does Zoltan, he just won't admit it, so he makes vague allusions but won't actually go into detail about it. He doesn't know alot of things, being a lowly sorcerer. The things he doesn't know is:

what temprature water boils, how to make glass, what happened to scorpigal, how air elementals work, his sexuality, how to bake apple pie, dragon towers hurt, devils, how old the king is, what happened to the king, Ect ect ect...

[Nivim]

 Hm, he doesn't admit his ignorance to himself then, since that was his internal monologue. I guess if for some reason he gains more personality, he might stop doing that.

[Karnewarrior]

Yep. And he'll stop being such a huge tool too, but don't count on him getting any nicer than a particularly grumpy dwarf.

[LordBucket]

Sylia
	I think it's time for an update, Karnewarrior. Bay12 wants to hear about all the valiant deeds I've performed in noble service to my fellow man here on Enroth.

[Karnewarrior]

 
Sorry! I've just been lazy.

...

And I... may have accidentally turned the game off without saving. *double facepalm*

Alright, lemme get re-setup and then I'll update.

[NOTE: the games autosave function saved the party, but only the first start. I'll try to retrace my steps.]

[Karnewarrior]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Diary of Zoltan, day 2- 3¹/₂




We awoke this morning sober, aching, and all too aware of the smell of dead goblin on our clothes. We searched the corpses and tossed them into the river. It was about this time we found a crate, sitting there, all alone. Some poor sod had put it there and forgotten about it. Poor man.




We took all his stuff and scooted off before he came back. There was quite alot of gold in there, more than enough to buy anything in the stores here, but Acidic pointed us off to a well and made the rather solid point that there were a load of magical wells around and we we should drink of this one.



We immediately felt much luckier. I tossed a coin in the well, but it shot right back out and smashed me in the head. I was quite embarassed, and that damn 'paladin' was laughing at me! As if she would show respect to anyone at all, and I had so much respect that I showed my extra to a well that nevermind, I went on a tangent there.



There was some odd tiling on the buccaneers den. It looked a bit magical, as if there were a portal up there. I wanted to check it out, but the rest o the party said no. I'm not about to enter a portal without back up, so...



What the hell did you do, Sylia?!



We spent the rest of the night in the inn. Our archer slept on the floor, there being only three beds. Sylia somehow found her way into my bed during the night, which resulted in the two of us screaming as we awoke the next day. We agreed to never speak of this again.



Wait, what?! You bitch, I knew you back in Mist! You said you loved me, I said I liked you alot, and then you left in a huff, what?!



The only person who'll talk to us is this man, who seems to be a little wrong in the head. What the hell are ancient weapons, anyway?

I'm... I'm too upset now to continue writing. My good reputation, ruined... But by who? Why? Was it the damned 'paladin'?

I, frankly, do not know. But I intend to find out.

[Nivim]

 Wow, he was really the only one in town you could talk to? That was unlucky. Perhaps you should talk to people who have left their houses open; in this place, that means they're inviting people in for a chat.

[LordBucket]

Diary of Zoltan, day 2- 31/2

From the Diary of Lady Sylia, days 2-3

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

We awoke the following morning feeling refreshed and happy, our souls completely rejuvenated from the momentary unpleasantness of the previous day.


Feeling so refreshed, we decided to start out our second day by tossing some coins into the local wishing well. And wow! No sooner did we toss our coins than the wishing fairy came out and personally blessed us with good luck! All of us were delighted, except for Zoltan who was acting all grumpy for reasons he never explained.



And soon our luck manifested in good fortune! While exploring near the bridge leading to a nearby temple, we stumbled upon a small crate. I instructed the others to leave it alone, because it's not nice to touch others people's belongings. But sadly, Zoltan could not contain himself, and he greedily opened it anyway.

It contained a few odds and ends, amongst them a small flute with an engraving indicating that it belonged to one of the local peasants. Naturally, we returned the box to him with everything in it. How lucky we were to be given such an opportunity to perform a good deed!

After returning the crate, another of the peasants recognized me and showered me with praise.


Realizing that the peasants were far too enamored with me to answer questions, we tried inquiring with the local craftsmen and weapons masters if they knew of any quests that needed doing. But even they were too awestruck, either by my beauty or my reputation, I'm still not quite sure.


By that time though, we had been on our feet most of the day, so we retired for the night at the local inn. That night, Zoltan pretended to "accidentally" get into the wrong bed, with me. In a way, I'm flattered, but such immodesty is clearly unacceptable to a lady of my standing, so I immediately shooed him away to his own bed. Still, a man must retain his dignity, so rather than admonish him in front of the others I gracefully allowed him to pretend it was indeed simply a mistake. Because I'm just that awesome.

Perhaps tomorrow we will find some great quests to embark upon.