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THE GREEN SKINS REVENGE : We organize often expeditions in the Highold Keep dungeon, for they are crowed with goblins of all sorts. In the first level, the picklaws lookout, picklaws guards and picklaws cabalists that we hunt bring ourselves money and experience. We were therefore resting with the group when I decided to explore forward in the depths... I enter in the stairs... Down below, the corridor continues on the left, to the right a small room. I throw an eye... A group of proud aventurers is fighting a picklaw warrior. All of these are red to me, aventurers and monster, I decide therefore cautiously to return above with my friends. Turn back... To fall nose to nose with a warrior !!! I was no use explaining him that the wild ones that kill its buddies are behind me, this one begins cutting me in pieces methodically, 50 points by 50 points... RUN LIKE HELL !!! So I rush in the middle of my group with the Picklaw Warrior on the back... Help help help !!! Badaboum !!! Flood of spells and blows on the poor gob... Poor ? Nay !!! This one seems to have survived the shower, and more, it sends us a friend to the country of the glorious rangers dead in battle. Ok, I cast on him my Harm Touch... ZWIIIING !!! What ??!!? Only 27 points instead of the usual 221 ??? It smells suddenly danger here. The situation is this : 2 wizards short of mana, 1 ranger on the field, 1 warrior with 30% of life, and myself with 50%. RUN LIKE HELL 2 (the return) !!! What else to say... One of the wizards did not run fast enough, and I save myself due to the guard captain that came between the gob and me. This monster had a hell resistance to magic !!! Results GOBS : 2 - Group 0. We will try to do better to the return match…   THE TWO DWARFS : I entered in a guild (ARAKHNE), we worship the spider goddess, mother of all the black elves. One of the principle of our chart is to never kill any spider, and if possible, to say to the others not do it.. The other evening, in Commonlands, close to the Kithicor forest, I see two dwarfs fighting a giant spider. I rush towards them, too late! The delightful besst has just succumbed... I consider the dwarfs. They are equiped with bronze armor, but at least three levels under mine (in green with the order "consider"). Hello. Please, don't kill the spiders... Why? Due to your god ? Yes, don't kill them please... I IN have nothing to do with your #@{@~& roleplaying..., let us ! (Chocking !) If you kill these spiders, you'll die.. Ha ha ha ha! They aren't wrong, I cannot do anything against them... Though ?? And your favorite drow begin to prowl around the dwarfs. As soon as they engage a fight, I rush and I kill the monster, stealing the kill. Better, I get rid of all the monsters in the surroundings (except the spiders) under the choleric exclamations of the two dwarfs. Suddenly, I spot a kodiak.. A cruel smile is born on my face... I am a master in drow game… I tickle the kodiak a little, it charges me... Drow game, I pass just beside the dwarfs, and I look at how they go out of it . Poorly, very poorly. The kodiak is making mincemeat of them... They flee. They changed zone, I take advantage eliminating the kodiak… 2 minutes later, they come back. They are in a sorry plight. I begin to heal them with my Dark Empathy that transfers my life points on them... ZWIIIIIIIING… Grmmmf. Thank-you ! Please, don't kill the spiders. Grmmmf, yes, good, agreed ! Thanks a lot my friends, good hunt... And there is ! Who said that the dwarfs were stubborn ?   YOHOHO, AND A BOTTLE OF KALISH : On a dead gobelin, the other evening, I found a bottle of rum. Glou glou glou... Holds? my skill "alcohol tolerance" passed to 1 ! This is cool ! I search in my bag, I must have another bottle by there... Ha there it is !! it is Kalish. Glou glou glou.. Well, my skill passed at 2 !! But ??!? My char navigates left to right in the room, under the gibes of my companions. I am drunk ! I begin being sea-sick looking at the screen, I look at my stats. Cool, my strength climbed !!! yeah, but my dexterity, ,y agility and my intelligence lowered !!! Vinamin (a drow cleric) decided to follow me, and he's here stagging with me... The sentences he pronounces are inintelligibles !!! (The game jumbles its sentences with parasites types). Later in the evening, I decide to test this forward. A small turn visit to the merchant to buy 20 bottles of Kalish. Glou Glou glou, I drink 10... Waouuuuhhh !!! It's swinging very much, and the window on the screen is completely distorted !! The persons that pass beside me seem like big Shamallows... Heu, awaiting that all disepears, I will train my spels. And shit !! Impossible to cast any small spell, my intelligence passed at 20 !! (110 usually). I will drink a little cup of coffee while awaiting all that finishes... Yohohoooooo.... And one bottle of Kalish......... The Highold Keep dungeon           This is ET brother that poorly turned !           The alcohol abuse is dangerous...