Kayerts
Arcane
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2011
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I had some shit come up, and I didn't overcome my spreadsheet OCD long enough to actually play the game until yesterday. My original party was going to be:
Cinncinatus and Columbus, two genetically superior super-berzerkers, warriors of puissant might and matchless insight. Whatever their stats may claim, their INT is 183. They shall not rest while the enemies of their third brother still draw breath.
Balaxander the Great, the templar. A mighty crusader whose last crusade ended with crow. Now he quests for REDEMPTION!
Shamgarian the Forgelord, a metalsmith who once crafted the ancients' engines of war.
Sunblood the Ranger, a famed explorer who charted out a strange kingdom many thought mythical. All his level-ups will be savescummed for max stats.
Sirotius, another metalsmith, last seen on an alchemical project blending man and beast, and man and woman. I've got plans for him.
Casker Whitelace, a songwriter exalting his father's name. Should he acquire the ?FRUIT?, he shall become unstoppable.
Alexis of the House of Zorba, a sage and keeper of lore that would otherwise be lost to mankind. He'll be maxing Ancient History first.
The plan was that once I found Little Rosy, Sirotius would be marooned on a 1x1 island with a bottle of cherry wine, the instructions for class-changing into Pirate, and a single lead ball in his inventory. However, after reading this:
I thought, this will never do. I cannot take Rosy, hence I cannot take Sirotius. Who can fill those overpowered and unbalanced shoes? Only one man:
Philippos-Petros the Bard, Herald of the Winged Exemplar: A learned storyteller from the southern lands, noted for his unusually high Scribe skill and resistance to Silence effects. Once he was a monk, lighting the flames in the Crusader Temple. Soon he shall call down firestorms of wrath.
They shall be my finest warriors, these men and women who give of themselves to me. As a spreadsheet I shall design them, and among the skulls of their enemies tally them. They will be of iron WIL and steely STR. In golden armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest of ?SWORD?S will they be armed. They will be unbroken by disease or curses, and no ???SQUIRRELS??? shall overcome them. They will have tactics, metallurgy, and savescumming so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Decline. They are the Heralds of Winged Exemplar, and they shall know no fear.
(Playing on Superhero difficulty with the Eerie Waste start, because I ain't no bitch.)
Cinncinatus and Columbus, two genetically superior super-berzerkers, warriors of puissant might and matchless insight. Whatever their stats may claim, their INT is 183. They shall not rest while the enemies of their third brother still draw breath.
Balaxander the Great, the templar. A mighty crusader whose last crusade ended with crow. Now he quests for REDEMPTION!
Shamgarian the Forgelord, a metalsmith who once crafted the ancients' engines of war.
Sunblood the Ranger, a famed explorer who charted out a strange kingdom many thought mythical. All his level-ups will be savescummed for max stats.
Sirotius, another metalsmith, last seen on an alchemical project blending man and beast, and man and woman. I've got plans for him.
Casker Whitelace, a songwriter exalting his father's name. Should he acquire the ?FRUIT?, he shall become unstoppable.
Alexis of the House of Zorba, a sage and keeper of lore that would otherwise be lost to mankind. He'll be maxing Ancient History first.
The plan was that once I found Little Rosy, Sirotius would be marooned on a 1x1 island with a bottle of cherry wine, the instructions for class-changing into Pirate, and a single lead ball in his inventory. However, after reading this:
I was throwing a bone to the millennials who want to know how to make it easy. You invite your magical friend to help you on your journey.
Codexians go naked slaying all who cross their path with the jawbone of an ass and the first to die are any NPCs unlucky enough to meet them. They don't recruit them. They eat them.
I thought, this will never do. I cannot take Rosy, hence I cannot take Sirotius. Who can fill those overpowered and unbalanced shoes? Only one man:
Philippos-Petros the Bard, Herald of the Winged Exemplar: A learned storyteller from the southern lands, noted for his unusually high Scribe skill and resistance to Silence effects. Once he was a monk, lighting the flames in the Crusader Temple. Soon he shall call down firestorms of wrath.
They shall be my finest warriors, these men and women who give of themselves to me. As a spreadsheet I shall design them, and among the skulls of their enemies tally them. They will be of iron WIL and steely STR. In golden armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest of ?SWORD?S will they be armed. They will be unbroken by disease or curses, and no ???SQUIRRELS??? shall overcome them. They will have tactics, metallurgy, and savescumming so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Decline. They are the Heralds of Winged Exemplar, and they shall know no fear.
(Playing on Superhero difficulty with the Eerie Waste start, because I ain't no bitch.)