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Allow me to begin by saying once again that I've been playing Angband
for many years now, and I still have yet to win a game. At times this
is frustrating; but more often than not, it's a reason to come back and
try again.
So I've been reading about this power diving method from the posts of
Cliff and Eddie. I've always been reluctant to try it in the past,
since it looks like it must take a lot more skill than I could possibly
have.
But today, I thought... "What the hay?!"
It seemed to me that a good way to start this practice would be to start
with a pretty robust character. As I wanted to run down to 500' or so
on my first venture into the dungeon, I didn't want to be missing spell
books that I couldn't afford at the beginning of the game.
Teliondel, Female Half-Troll Warrior. Seems pretty robust to me.
So I roll of some stats, pretty much ignoring int/wis/chr. So I end up
with 18/70, 4, 6, 16, 15, 3. I had no idea things could be this
expensive!
For all that Teli isn't all that pretty or persuasive, she is a pretty
savvy shopper for a troll. She sold her broadsword and bought a dagger
(for the extra attack), and traded in her torches for a lantern. Then,
on her way over to get a scroll of Word of Recall, she bumped into
Farmer Maggot. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking where she was going
and accidentally stuck her dagger right into his poor heart. Teli was
heart broken, but in honor of Farmer Maggot, decided to wear his gloves
on her first venture into the dungeon.
After getting her ?WoR, Teli donned her armor, hefted her lantern and
set off into the dungeon. The first 400' or so were pretty uneventful.
She found a couple of {good} and {excellent} items, but nothing could
really hurt her. Oh, and she found a copy of Holy Infusions, too. She
doesn't know what it is, but it looks pretty, so she's keeping it to see
if anyone in town might like it.
By the time she reached 450' down, she was breathing heavy, but feeling
good. Wielding her Trident (1d8) {excellent}, she felt pretty
confident. The first thing Teli noticed about 450' was the feeling that
she liked the place. She couldn't have told you why, but she gets these
feelings sometimes. She's funny like that.
Running around, trying to figure out why she liked this level so much,
she stumbled upon a broken sword. It reminded her of the sword her da'
used to use to beat up on her when she was bad, so she picked it up
while reminiscing of the fond childhood memories brought back by the
rusty piece of junk. And sure enough, not ten steps later, she got an
{excellent} feeling about her Broken Sword. Not wanting to spoil her
memories with inappropriate use of the broken sword, however, Teli kept
it in her pack in favor of her Trident.
As she recalled one particularly painful punishment, she rounded the
corner to find a sniveling figure cackling at her. Wormtongue, Agent of
Saruman. Teli didn't know how she knew this, for she didn't even know
who Saruman was, much less Wormtongue; but Wormtongue gave her a brief
lesson in the history of Middle Earth while he beat up on her. Perhaps
he was trying to distract her, but lucky for Teli, she is too dumb to
follow such esoterica, so she was able to focus on the fight with no
problems. Once Wormtongue realized that the battle was not going his
way, he reached into Teli's purse, grabbed some coins and disappeared in
a puff of smoke.
Teli was not happy about this. Not only did she not have the pleasure
of nibbling on some tasty meat, she was short several of her pretty gold
coins. So Teli screamed at the top of her lungs and started out in
search of this Wormtongue figure who had the audacity to take some of
her pretty coins. She didn't mind the insults to her mother, Teli
wasn't that fond of her mother; but the coins was one step too far!
Walking around, her wounds regenerating quickly, she ran into another
disgusting excuse for a human. This one called itself Brodda the
Easterling. Again, Teli didn't know what an Easterling was, but Brodda
sure didn't look like any bunny she new, so she went to work on Brodda.
Unlike Wormtongue, Brodda didn't waste time with useless insults.
Instead, this nasty piece of work just attacked with a feverish gusto.
Teli was quite impressed. In fact, towards the end of the fight, as
both combatants were getting tired and spent, Teli wondered if she might
not be able to defeat this foe. With no way to escape, however, she did
what any self-respecting troll would do. She snarled, spit in Brodda's
fact and hacked off an arm. Teli won the fight, but she was seriously
exhausted.
And it was at this time, that Wormtongue finally decided to show up.
Seeing Teli in her weakened state, he cackled evilly and proceeded in to
finish off the helpless troll.
But Teli had had enough of Wormtongue. She knew she didn't stand much
chance against him in her weakened state, but she was determined to find
a way. So she grabbed a potion from her backpack, not having a clue
what it would do, and slammed it back like a pint of good Dwarven ale.
And, emboldened by the results, she drank her other potion that her
father gave her on her way out of the house that morning.
You feel much better.
You have no more Potions of Cure Critical Wounds (f).
You feel much better.
You feel like a killing machine!
Seven pokes of her Trident later, Wormtongue was history and stood there
in a pile of gore collecting his belongings. This bastard's hide is
going up on the mantle!
.... and so it is that Teli has begun her adventure. Perhaps
overconfident, but brimming with pride, she will continue her descent
into the depths of Angband.
May Morgoth temble in fear.
--
Wil Hunt
Geek in training.
Jack of few trades, master of none.
Allow me to begin by saying once again that I've been playing Angband
for many years now, and I still have yet to win a game. At times this
is frustrating; but more often than not, it's a reason to come back and
try again.
So I've been reading about this power diving method from the posts of
Cliff and Eddie. I've always been reluctant to try it in the past,
since it looks like it must take a lot more skill than I could possibly
have.
But today, I thought... "What the hay?!"
It seemed to me that a good way to start this practice would be to start
with a pretty robust character. As I wanted to run down to 500' or so
on my first venture into the dungeon, I didn't want to be missing spell
books that I couldn't afford at the beginning of the game.
Teliondel, Female Half-Troll Warrior. Seems pretty robust to me.
So I roll of some stats, pretty much ignoring int/wis/chr. So I end up
with 18/70, 4, 6, 16, 15, 3. I had no idea things could be this
expensive!
For all that Teli isn't all that pretty or persuasive, she is a pretty
savvy shopper for a troll. She sold her broadsword and bought a dagger
(for the extra attack), and traded in her torches for a lantern. Then,
on her way over to get a scroll of Word of Recall, she bumped into
Farmer Maggot. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking where she was going
and accidentally stuck her dagger right into his poor heart. Teli was
heart broken, but in honor of Farmer Maggot, decided to wear his gloves
on her first venture into the dungeon.
After getting her ?WoR, Teli donned her armor, hefted her lantern and
set off into the dungeon. The first 400' or so were pretty uneventful.
She found a couple of {good} and {excellent} items, but nothing could
really hurt her. Oh, and she found a copy of Holy Infusions, too. She
doesn't know what it is, but it looks pretty, so she's keeping it to see
if anyone in town might like it.
By the time she reached 450' down, she was breathing heavy, but feeling
good. Wielding her Trident (1d8) {excellent}, she felt pretty
confident. The first thing Teli noticed about 450' was the feeling that
she liked the place. She couldn't have told you why, but she gets these
feelings sometimes. She's funny like that.
Running around, trying to figure out why she liked this level so much,
she stumbled upon a broken sword. It reminded her of the sword her da'
used to use to beat up on her when she was bad, so she picked it up
while reminiscing of the fond childhood memories brought back by the
rusty piece of junk. And sure enough, not ten steps later, she got an
{excellent} feeling about her Broken Sword. Not wanting to spoil her
memories with inappropriate use of the broken sword, however, Teli kept
it in her pack in favor of her Trident.
As she recalled one particularly painful punishment, she rounded the
corner to find a sniveling figure cackling at her. Wormtongue, Agent of
Saruman. Teli didn't know how she knew this, for she didn't even know
who Saruman was, much less Wormtongue; but Wormtongue gave her a brief
lesson in the history of Middle Earth while he beat up on her. Perhaps
he was trying to distract her, but lucky for Teli, she is too dumb to
follow such esoterica, so she was able to focus on the fight with no
problems. Once Wormtongue realized that the battle was not going his
way, he reached into Teli's purse, grabbed some coins and disappeared in
a puff of smoke.
Teli was not happy about this. Not only did she not have the pleasure
of nibbling on some tasty meat, she was short several of her pretty gold
coins. So Teli screamed at the top of her lungs and started out in
search of this Wormtongue figure who had the audacity to take some of
her pretty coins. She didn't mind the insults to her mother, Teli
wasn't that fond of her mother; but the coins was one step too far!
Walking around, her wounds regenerating quickly, she ran into another
disgusting excuse for a human. This one called itself Brodda the
Easterling. Again, Teli didn't know what an Easterling was, but Brodda
sure didn't look like any bunny she new, so she went to work on Brodda.
Unlike Wormtongue, Brodda didn't waste time with useless insults.
Instead, this nasty piece of work just attacked with a feverish gusto.
Teli was quite impressed. In fact, towards the end of the fight, as
both combatants were getting tired and spent, Teli wondered if she might
not be able to defeat this foe. With no way to escape, however, she did
what any self-respecting troll would do. She snarled, spit in Brodda's
fact and hacked off an arm. Teli won the fight, but she was seriously
exhausted.
And it was at this time, that Wormtongue finally decided to show up.
Seeing Teli in her weakened state, he cackled evilly and proceeded in to
finish off the helpless troll.
But Teli had had enough of Wormtongue. She knew she didn't stand much
chance against him in her weakened state, but she was determined to find
a way. So she grabbed a potion from her backpack, not having a clue
what it would do, and slammed it back like a pint of good Dwarven ale.
And, emboldened by the results, she drank her other potion that her
father gave her on her way out of the house that morning.
You feel much better.
You have no more Potions of Cure Critical Wounds (f).
You feel much better.
You feel like a killing machine!
Seven pokes of her Trident later, Wormtongue was history and stood there
in a pile of gore collecting his belongings. This bastard's hide is
going up on the mantle!
.... and so it is that Teli has begun her adventure. Perhaps
overconfident, but brimming with pride, she will continue her descent
into the depths of Angband.
May Morgoth temble in fear.
--
Wil Hunt
Geek in training.
Jack of few trades, master of none.
And since I was bored and had a 
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