12.05.2005
Dave, Fist of Odin
Hmmm.
Let's take stock of Dave, Fist of Odin's life and how things are going for him.
Half his party has skedaddled - including the person who was most effective against Vrill (invis and double damages - the ass-kick awards goes to Cinder).
His one companion is now a no-spell-casting eagle. A big eagle, sure, but not, say, a half-orc priest.
Vrill has proven to have fourth circle spells. Maybe he's down to only firsts and seconds, sure, but maybe not. DFoF has only firsts and seconds - and no more cures.
Speaking of cures, DFoF has 2+1 potion worth of HP. That's not very many, especially when his buddy is a giant eagle - not so good with, say, pouring a potion down someone's throat.
His armor is slightlly broken and in need of repair.
The last time he went up against some guy like this, one of his own party members fire-breathed him into unconciousness.
You know what? Normally, Dave, Fist of Odin would go charging right in. But what the hell. I look to the skies, to see the Eagle, and I look back to see if there's a monk or a thief charging behind to say stop, and I'm leaving this decision up to the party. Giant Eagle, Cinder, Marivhon?
But, ummm - give me a couple of rounds to drink a couple healing potions if we're going in, okay?
Let's take stock of Dave, Fist of Odin's life and how things are going for him.
Half his party has skedaddled - including the person who was most effective against Vrill (invis and double damages - the ass-kick awards goes to Cinder).
His one companion is now a no-spell-casting eagle. A big eagle, sure, but not, say, a half-orc priest.
Vrill has proven to have fourth circle spells. Maybe he's down to only firsts and seconds, sure, but maybe not. DFoF has only firsts and seconds - and no more cures.
Speaking of cures, DFoF has 2+1 potion worth of HP. That's not very many, especially when his buddy is a giant eagle - not so good with, say, pouring a potion down someone's throat.
His armor is slightlly broken and in need of repair.
The last time he went up against some guy like this, one of his own party members fire-breathed him into unconciousness.
You know what? Normally, Dave, Fist of Odin would go charging right in. But what the hell. I look to the skies, to see the Eagle, and I look back to see if there's a monk or a thief charging behind to say stop, and I'm leaving this decision up to the party. Giant Eagle, Cinder, Marivhon?
But, ummm - give me a couple of rounds to drink a couple healing potions if we're going in, okay?
