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Well actually reading around the forums and thinking about Wicky has led me to play a bit more of him; only the last couple of nights but here is some more of the story. I'll see if I can get some more serious time in this weekend (have to keep the momentum going).
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As he walked on Wickham began to feel increasingly bored with his surroundings. The dungeon around him was a carpet of corpses - humans, orcs, trolls, drakes; none of which had offered him any substantial challenge since he had found the new spellbooks and these fantastic boots. Knowing that he could not ascend upwards, he was reluctant to dive too far or fast, but every time he went downstairs he kept feeling like there was nothing but safety and cobwebs nearby.
He realised this might be because of his now vastly augmented powers and so decided and declared to himself; "Don't get bitter - get better!". He dove 7 levels or so and arriving on level 40 detected a large group of Trolls led by Bert, the Stone Troll. "This might be interesting" he declared - a little too loudly as it appeared Bert had now woken up and was heading his way.
Bert was a giant hulking form, and had he not been moving like a snail would have given Wickham quite a start as he rounded the corner of the corridor and entered the chamber. The elf pulled a pained, almost annoyed expression and whipped out a copy of Incantations and Illusions. "I'll make this quick Bert" he stated. Bert blinked and frowned. In real-time all he had heard was a high pitched chip-munk sounding squeak from across the room where a little blurry figure in blue was holding a red book in one hand and pointing at him with the other.
Then, his guts spilled out. Looking down agape in terror his stony hide had been vaporised and now his whole torso was fizzing and steaming. Wickham winced at the trauma - he almost felt sorry for the poor guy. Bert summoned all the strength he could and stormed at the elf; but Wicky simply hopped back a few steps at super speed and continued the barrage as the Acid Bolt script began to glow in bold red on the page from overload.
Bert knew he would be dissolved completely soon as his skin continued to liberate itself from his body and so stooped and retrieved a massive boulder that just happened to be there. He launched it at the elf with all his might. Wickham was busy thinking about something else while absently flinging acid bolts out of the book and so was caught and only partially dodged at the last instant - the boulder grazed passed him, flinging him to the ground and knocking about a quarter of his life off. "That's more like it!" he cried as he leapt to his nimble feet and mercilessly renewed his fire at the now desperate Troll. Bert took a final fatal acid bolt to the guts that punched through his liquifying body to spatter and sear the wall behind him. As he hit the deck his upper body washed as a smelly goo over the cracked floor leaving two stony, barefoot legs as his only remains.
Wickham then paid a visit to Bert's friends, who were mostly still asleep. Even though he was failing the expensive but monumental Fireball spell about 20% of the time, he couldn't help but try it out on these morons. No screams could be heard over the roar that blasted out as the chamber erupted in flame. As the temperature climbed Wickham furthered the punishment, pulling off two more searing infernos which exploded out from the centre of the chamber. As the flames subsided, through the smouldering haze he could see that the gang had been comprehensively cooked where they stood. As he looted through the charcoal he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the contribution he'd just made to greenhouse gas emissions, and so resolved that he would plant a tree one day if he ever made it back to town.
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As he walked on Wickham began to feel increasingly bored with his surroundings. The dungeon around him was a carpet of corpses - humans, orcs, trolls, drakes; none of which had offered him any substantial challenge since he had found the new spellbooks and these fantastic boots. Knowing that he could not ascend upwards, he was reluctant to dive too far or fast, but every time he went downstairs he kept feeling like there was nothing but safety and cobwebs nearby.
He realised this might be because of his now vastly augmented powers and so decided and declared to himself; "Don't get bitter - get better!". He dove 7 levels or so and arriving on level 40 detected a large group of Trolls led by Bert, the Stone Troll. "This might be interesting" he declared - a little too loudly as it appeared Bert had now woken up and was heading his way.
Bert was a giant hulking form, and had he not been moving like a snail would have given Wickham quite a start as he rounded the corner of the corridor and entered the chamber. The elf pulled a pained, almost annoyed expression and whipped out a copy of Incantations and Illusions. "I'll make this quick Bert" he stated. Bert blinked and frowned. In real-time all he had heard was a high pitched chip-munk sounding squeak from across the room where a little blurry figure in blue was holding a red book in one hand and pointing at him with the other.
Then, his guts spilled out. Looking down agape in terror his stony hide had been vaporised and now his whole torso was fizzing and steaming. Wickham winced at the trauma - he almost felt sorry for the poor guy. Bert summoned all the strength he could and stormed at the elf; but Wicky simply hopped back a few steps at super speed and continued the barrage as the Acid Bolt script began to glow in bold red on the page from overload.
Bert knew he would be dissolved completely soon as his skin continued to liberate itself from his body and so stooped and retrieved a massive boulder that just happened to be there. He launched it at the elf with all his might. Wickham was busy thinking about something else while absently flinging acid bolts out of the book and so was caught and only partially dodged at the last instant - the boulder grazed passed him, flinging him to the ground and knocking about a quarter of his life off. "That's more like it!" he cried as he leapt to his nimble feet and mercilessly renewed his fire at the now desperate Troll. Bert took a final fatal acid bolt to the guts that punched through his liquifying body to spatter and sear the wall behind him. As he hit the deck his upper body washed as a smelly goo over the cracked floor leaving two stony, barefoot legs as his only remains.
Wickham then paid a visit to Bert's friends, who were mostly still asleep. Even though he was failing the expensive but monumental Fireball spell about 20% of the time, he couldn't help but try it out on these morons. No screams could be heard over the roar that blasted out as the chamber erupted in flame. As the temperature climbed Wickham furthered the punishment, pulling off two more searing infernos which exploded out from the centre of the chamber. As the flames subsided, through the smouldering haze he could see that the gang had been comprehensively cooked where they stood. As he looted through the charcoal he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the contribution he'd just made to greenhouse gas emissions, and so resolved that he would plant a tree one day if he ever made it back to town.
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