My brother sent me an mp3 of something he composed with filename “Pizzicato Waltz 01″ as a birthday present and my immediate thought was what would ElTechno do with this? Heck, what would ANY Drow necromancer enjoy doing in ungrateful Drow-hating Eveningstar? Here you go:
Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear
This was my last stop before Eveningstar. This also marked the last time I travel via the Phiarlan Carnival Cruise Line. While I did pick up some nice armor and lovely cutlery here, I ended up finding better gear when I got to the Forgotten Realms. As the ship was slowly being towed to a port in Alabama, I leisurely started reanimating the food (a nod to the “Delirium” quest) and amidst the ensuing chaos, teleported the heck out of there. Some stranded people have no sense of humor.
I had just about gotten used to the strange looks I got every time I walked into a new town. The glowing red eyes, the maniacal grin, and the occasional aura of death I drag around while in lich form tend to draw the eyes of those who had never seen a wizard Pale Master before. I was ok with that. The town of Eveningstar, however, gave me the stink-eye for a very different reason: because I am of the Drow Elf race.
While it may sound like a hilarious scene from “Blazing Saddles,” the anti-Drow sentiment around town made me very uncomfortable. Everywhere I went there was at least one knight following me around as if I were about to pillage the whole place. All the NPCs seemed to have something disparaging to say about my race. Even Elminster, the town cuckoo had a few bad things to say about the Drow.
Begrudgingly, I took a few quests in order to win the townsfolk’s trust. A few yards from town, at the King’s Forest, I began to understand where the negative attitude came from: two Drow archers mugged me. It was your classic Drow-on-Drow crime, except in Lich form, I happened to have a tremendous advantage. Two dead Drow archers later, I immediately thought about pleading self-defense or some Eveningstar equivalent of the Stand-Your-Ground law. I went back to town to turn myself in and the gatekeeper asked me how many I had killed. After confessing to killing two, the guard smiled and said “you get a prize at ten.” What the hell was that about?
After turning in a few piles of Drow bodies for experience points, that strange conscience thing kicked in again. It came at around the same time I discovered that the Drow had enslaved a few of the villagers using mind-control collars to bend their will. See, I have a very strict policy about these things. Hirelings, yes. Slaves, no. Thus I went all Abraham Lincoln on those Drow Slavers…that is if Lincoln was Death incarnate and was a pretty good shot with necrotic rays.
The collars were relatively simple and I noticed quickly that I had enough skill to disarm them once the slavers were dispatched. I recognized a couple of the slaves as townsfolk that had thrown rotten produce at me earlier in the week. Their collars unfortunately malfunctioned as I was disarming them.
The latest quest I’ve been given involves infiltrating an underground Drow town. The War Wizard that gave the quest said he cast a spell that activates at the appropriate time in order make adventurers “look Drow.” Going Drow-face in this day and age, really?
Perhaps someday when the worlds have gotten past their ignorance and bigotry, we could have a Drow president. Of course they’ll start unfounded rumors that he or she was actually born in Eberron.
Posted by Allan in Games on November 18, 2012 9:52 am
In a surprisingly uncharacteristic twist in God of War III, Kratos had to practically attend PTA meetings for Pandora. Now from everything I’ve read about the upcoming Hitman: Absolution, it appears that Agent 47 agrees to moonlight as a babysitter. What a bunch of sweet guys these two iconic merciless killers turned out to be!
That said, I’ve already played the heck out of the Sniper Challenge pre-order exclusive and unlocked everything I could with it. I’ve already wondered about the seemingly unpredictable AI (how far and where do they walk to investigate a sound?), missing motionless targets clearly in the crosshairs, and questionably getting awarded “Silent Assassin” after shooting the last guard in front of a partying crowd. Even with all those concerns, I’m looking forward to seeing what 47 has in store. Hopefully he’ll have a few more dance moves this time around to accompany his softened image.
Hey, there’s a listing for a B. Kibbutz offering childcare services for the genetically different on craplist.net!
Posted by Allan in Verse -- Rage on March 16, 2004 7:29 pm
Are you nothing more than nothing –
Cannon-fodder, poster child of failure,
Alienated outcast, evil
Rebel trouble-maker, dark imposing figure?
Lost an edge, convinced of being
Less than what you really are
By (cough) “Suppressing Figures” Super-Secret
Personal agendas — depressed aspiring Superstar
Wronged and vengeful vigilante
Selfish and self-righteous bastard masked
In meekness hidden in the daylight hours –
Your passive-aggressive id and ego perpetually taxed.
Those visions of a brighter day,
Of “Shock the World” and “justice served” are good
But kindred soul, the means by which you seek
These goals are heavily misunderstood.