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I have got this one !  
 
 
 
 
It is jostling by the monolith...  
 
 
 
 
It is bloody hard to disclose
THE SNAKES :
With my level 12 newly won, I feel a bit stronger by now… And suppose I try to do a little "dardweed snake " ? Ok ! ! Like a big cat, I thread my way behind a snake… Like a fanatic Kodiak, I give him a dreadful well-aimed blow on the head (2 points ! !). The latter turns over and starts up the figthting. Like a mad whirl, I issue repeated attacks… Attack, bash, blow of my skeleton… After a minute, the monster is lying on the ground and I spit at his corpse (yes, yes, it is written : Uenaelar spits on darkweed snake's corpse). He even hasn't poisoned me ! ! Stupid ! ! I have a little rest and I tell myself… Another one ? … Ok ! ! I thread my way like a big cat behind the snake… Like a Kod… What… He is attacking me ? ? Oh not at all ! ! ! The predator is me ! ! Well, the fight is beginning. Look ? Poisoned… Look ? Poisoned… Look ? ? Poisoned ! ! ! I glance at my lifebar… Half empty (or half full from the purists' point of view). Well, it is time to go home… running ! ! ! ! RUN LIKE HELL… I switch to another area and hurry to sit down to limit the action of the poison. A quarter of points and it goes down damned quickly… 32… 28… 24… … 15… 10… 6… 5… 2… 1… 2… 3… 4… I strongly advise the underground railway inspectors suffering from heart disease not to play this game ! ! ! Morality : Uenaelar, you are too self-assured. Forget the snakes for the time being ! !
 
THE HOBBIT ON THE BRIDGE :
Do you remember the Hobbit who exploded me on the bridge the other day ? Well, I saw him again yersterday… I was lucky, he didn't spot me first ! He exploded a poor Drow in front of me… Oh well, technically behind, because I was "running like hell" during the slaughter. Of course, I turned a deaf ear to the "help on bridge" and "Hobbit on bridge", I was in urgent need to do something, my shoelace was untied… After having repaired my shoe, I went back to the bridge… 1, 2 , 3, 4… no, 5 dead Drows … Not too bad for a Hobbit of 1.30 m.
 
IT IS JOSTLING ABOUT TOWARDS THE MONOLITH :
With my girlfriend Maliss, cleric of level 13, we hung about the monolith, wonderful work of dwarf architecture of the post-rabbit period. This monolith is cool, because it generates Undeads and it is funny to kill them, for their bones crack wonderfully well… Look ? ? Nobody at the monolith ? It is unusual… Ouach ! ! It is natural, there are two mummies hanging about over here… After a little discussion with Maliss, we make up our mind to try and kill both the mummies… Maliss has a funny spell named "ROOT". It can fix up the monster on the ground for some time. Tactics : Maliss rootes a mummy and meanwhile, we quickly kill the other. Then we finish off the first one… A brilliant and perfect scheme, you do agree, don't you… We switch to attack ! ! I happily begin to cut into the first mummy… Look, I know this cry… Hi ! the Kodiak ! ! Hell, things of that kind always happen to me ! ! ! Fortunately, Maliss copes well with the situation and acts as a buffer between me and the Kodiak, that allows me to finish off the mummy (I have lost 3/5 of my points all the same). We are finishing off the Kodiak when this @#&@@# second mummy makes up his mind to get out of the "root" spell… My God, I must look like a croquette for mummy ! ! ! ! Fortunately, Maliss can still cope with the situation and doesn't run away, in spite of her few points left… I think she has just saved my life… This mummy must be "smaller", because we are able to finish it off easily. I have about 25 points out of the initial 305 left… It was fair. A guy shows up then and announces : "Two mummies and a Kodiak ! ! Remind me of not to tread on your toes…". There are some days we are proud to be a Shadow Knight Drow.