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Originally posted by Gibby:
<STRONG>Silver, brass, and bronze one tile bridges, iirc</STRONG>

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At least I think..

Press l to look around and get familiar so you can see what those tiles represent.

I was also gangbanged by children and peasants once. Damn children.

I gathered up some swords men (and a drunk for comic relief (which sadly, never did anything funny)). The mayor reported a troublesome minotaur we should slay. Turns out the minotaur lives like, three to four towns away. How could the mayor consider it a problem? Oh well, do what he says.

The forest between the town and the cave were lush, and a healthy forest means healthy monsters. A pack of wolves, led by a one called Syrupsteel, ambushed us. Casualties were light, and we went on our way.

We found the place, and finding that upsidedown triangle took one day. We entered during the night, descending the creaking steps of the Dark-Portal Cave. It was very dark, and the poor drunk got disconnected with the group. We had to save him, but I hesitated due to the minotaur's messages of ownage. We left the cave, drunkless.

The next day, I replaced the drunk with a much more experienced swordsman. We were 4, and easily decapitated a ratman that came in our way. We descended the same steps, memories of the drunk's screams echoing. Majority of the dark cave was explored, before I spotted an ominous blood trail. I followed it and hit a dead end, with a dismembered arm on the floor. My group was far behind. I started looking for them, but I was informed of their fate by the sounds of minotaur ownage. I entered the wide room across the corridor with a dead end, and it was decorated with messy gore. I took another step forward, and the minotaur emerged from the darkness.

"I am Cish Ringloved!" he proudly shouted. He also muttered some things I forgot, about slayer of humans or something.

I fearlessly charged forward, firmly gripping my sword. Before he could even strike, I impaled him through the chest. He walked back slowly, surprised by his sudden defeat. The sword was still in his heart, as I failed to pull it out. He fell back with a thud, defeated by a single strike.

Of course, I exaggerated these accounts for the sake of my swordsman, who did stab him in the chest and kill him in one hit, but the minotaur was severely injured during the previous battle.

He retired, traumatized by the violent (and smashing) death of his comrades.

He was recruited by a later adventurer, and they both ventured to the ol' Flysteel, the great halls with prosperous cave farms. The foolish adventurer who had recruited him pulled the wrong levers at the wrong time, and they both unfortunately drowned in the irrigation systems of Flysteel.

[ May 15, 2007: Message edited by: Andrelius ]