Our last update left us in a dungeon in the north-eastern part of Aleshar, which we entered in the search of a legendary weapon that will hopefully help us in our quest...
So once more, into the fray!
But what awaits us?
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RAAAAAAAAGH!
TROLLS!
ARE!
HERE!
Gahahahahahaha! Fuck you trolls, you are nothing for me!
Time to venture to deeper levels of this dungeon.
...
A Shade? Oh, what is this?
Sadly, the Troll Chief smashes the Shade before I have a chance to test his combat performance.
Uh... Guys?
It is starting to get a bit too crowded here
But magic prevails, once again.
I also stumble upon a new bow. Is it any better than my old ash bow? Who knows.
(It is inferior to my Ash bow in all possible ways besides the weight)
Rest of the dungeon is oddly uneventful, off to the third floor it is then.
Oh boy.
Meet Wraith, another variant of the undead. Diffirent color cape and better equipment.
Meet more Wraiths! But how tough are they?
Welp.
Pretty tough.
I decide that discretion is the better part of valor. While
running like a pussy making a tactical retreat, I stumble into something...
Oh!
The Dragonhammer, legendary weapon of Reesh Bloodfury.
But what does it do? I have no fucking idea.
Having found what I came here for, I decide to leave the dungeon. But while I was changing my equipment, I've got more company.
Nothing magic wont fix, right?
...right?
Well fuck.
Since direct approach is challenging, let's try something else.
Sneaking around invisible is pretty handy, but you have to be careful about when the spell runs out. And you will need time to rest in between the castings...
Oh for fuck's sake...
When the stars align correctly, Shades and even Wraiths can be taken down.
But it always comes with a great cost.
I'd much rather avoid fighting the buggers. Thankfully they are preoccupied with the Rock Trolls so I manage to sneak by.
But what is this?
A Heronblade, one of the legendary weapons? Just lying about on some corpse? I don't mind if I do!
Since I am not proficient with crushing weapons, as an one-handed cutting tool, the Heronblade works better for me.
Ha! Eat a dick Shade!
After slaughtering countless goblins, trolls, shades and other sorts things, my strength, dexterity and constitution have all increased.
My survival and magic skills have also improved a great deal. But my combat skills on the other hand...
Oh well. I've made it back to the first level of the dungeon, might as well hone my skills a bit with easy fodder.
Only way to get cutting and two-handed up is to kill things the old-fashioned way.
Trash like goblins are no mat-
OH FOR THE FUCKING LOVE OF...
Fuck my fucking life. Once more, you have to make all the fucking way back to the first floor of this asshole dungeon.
Oh well, another try and I am finally out an-
Get here you little cunts!
And now that we've finally exited that damnable dungeon... time for another dungeon!
This time we'll go for the Stormaxe. Thankfully I have the sextant co-ordinates and it isn't that far away either.
Same 'ol.
Creepy...
Easy trip all the way to the third floor, not a monster in sight...
That of course changes soon.
My tactic? Running away to the stairs. Monsters don't thankfully follow.
Since I have to train up my combat skills, I have to try fighting melee once in a while.
With the help of the protection spell, I can take on Shades pretty reliably.
It is not perfect protection, though...
And sorrows don't give a single fuck.
Well, most often running away works, but...
...kurwa?
K-kurwa?
KURWA!
KUUUUUUUURWAAAAAA!
The fucking Sorrows are a bane of my existence.
Full strength banefire...
...does fuck-all.
Fighting those guys straight on is suicide, so I have to get creative.
Call it cheesing, but smashing their bony asses on the walls with the Tornado spell works pretty reliably.
Of course the downside is that you might get hurt yourself in the process, as enemies collide with you and the spell affects you as well if you cast it too close.
Beats getting your head lopped off though.
Finally found that looks like the right place.
Naturally it is swarming with ghosts.
Finally my hard work pays off!
Now I have the full collection!
with the help of my manually mapped out grid paper map, I make my way out of the dungeon.
Traversing the floors up, I stop to wonder about this floor...
It could be skipped, but it is a full sized dungeon floor. It seems empty...
But it is a long corridor that has some gems on the other end. The thing is, by the time you've made it to the other end, the rest of the dungeon has spawned full of rock trolls...
Since I am a professional though, I resist the temptation and fuck off promptly. And I don't have any further use for gems anyway.
So fuck it, I'm out. And I'm done with dungeons in general.
But what next? I have collected all of the legendary weapons. I didn't go for the Heronblade dungeon, since I already have one.
Since I have nothing else to do, let's go tell Fras Hilltop about the Seer's fate.
But of course I can't make my way there without being waylaid... l・sigh...
Good chance to test the Stormaxe.
Seems to work?
Fun fact: if you cripple the foe's arms, they won't be able to fight back.
About 20 swings later, I finally manage to end his life.
Their corpses give me some rations. I also sport a naginata, which belongs to the setting about as well as lasers belong to katanas.
Man, it has been a while.
Wait for nightime and then sneak down to the old meeting place...
But suddenly...
At this point of the game however, even
KKK grand drag- high priests don't faze me particularly much.
They could kill the resistance guys with their magic though, so better choppa 'dem fast.
Mr. Hilltop makes it short 'n sweet. Apparently I am to secure the buggers a new hideout. Which means...
ANOTHER FUCKING DUNGEON!
HNNNNNNNG!
This dungeon has goblins? What a fucking sham.
Goblin Chiefs and Cave Trolls too. And Troll Hunters, those fuckers are
nasty.
As if I would have any use for money at this point of the game...
Cave Trolls are something I can handle, if approached with care. The tactic is to cast haste on myself and run away to recover once it wears off.
Running around in the dungeon and slaughtering countless goblins finally pays off: I have gained a point in strength. As proof of my sudden development, I am no longer encumbered by the two sets of armor, bow, two swords, axe and hammer that I lug around with me. Hooray!
Now, I was told to clean up this dungeon, but the enemies respawn... I decide that at this point I've performed the necessary amount of slaughter. Time to report back in Snowhold.
Yaaaaay! More skiing around! At least my near-legendary survival skills make the wilderness movement lightning fast.
Weren't you supposed to be hiding at someone's home? Oh well, if I had to live in permafrost I'd be drinking too.
YAY for more backtracking!
Wait, level what of the dungeon? I saw no damn stairs! Don't tell me...
All this for a fucking fruit? And no stairs!
Another damn secret room, but no stairs!
How the hell did I miss this?
Wait we weren't supposed to meet in the bottom floor? And why does the dungeon have four fucking floors?!?
Wow, time to meet some old friends. Whose name I couldn't remember.
If he died during the cult raid, he wouldn't be here. Reactivity man!
Why is this asshat wielding a Heronblade, wasn't that supposed to be one of a kind thing? FFS. I could've just killed him and gotten the sword that way.
In before a hot babe to romance!
A man? Fuck this shit.
Ha ha, the way things are going you'll get to do so soon...
Again with the Raven. I don't care, it's a fucking he.
Fine fine, anything to get me out of this god damn dungeon.
Turning point, climax. Holy foreshadowing Batman!
So where the hell was I supposed to go again?
Here we are, anothe big ass town to search through.
It seems that absolutely everyone has a fucking Heronblade those days. But this guy also wears a plate mail, which kinda makes me not wanna pick a fight with him.
Since I got my STR gain already, time to lighten the load a bit.
How about the artifacts I am logging around?
WTF game, why is Stormaxe 0 gold?
In comparison, the best and most expensive armor costs just over 300 geld. I am tempted to switch to it, but the weight and encumbrance would literally kill me. If I had higher base STR, I could deal with it, but right know speed is more relevant for my survival.
Like... duuuuude.
Sounds ominous.
Gee willikers, I think we might have found our guy!
What the fuck dude, I've killed more cultists than you can count. Why do you think their robes are red?
FFS whatever, let's look for the friendly local priest and murder him in cold blood AGAIN then.
Wow, we got ourself a badass here!
A tragic fire, eh...
Well that sounds awful lot like... oh.
God damn tavern drunks...
Judging from the number of runes on the carpet, this looks like the right place
A guy sleeping in the bed, check.
Time to torch the place.
Somehow the guy survived the fiery hell that burned away even the god damn fireplace...
But whatever, that is easily fixed.
What have I become? And why do you like my style so much? Will Grimoire be released? When will this LP end?
All the questions, questions everywhere, but nary an answer in sight...
You will just have to wait to find out. To the bitter
[end?]!