User Info: Southe05 Southe05 12 years ago #11

he was unstoppable

he was one hit stunning aerie, he was knocking my tanks up the stairs and out the door. to this day, korgan might not have landed yet

most of the party couldn't even hit him

and nobody was scoring any serious damage. it was like stick fighting with a cement wall

.... but oddly nobody in my party was dying either so it dragged out for an unnaturally long time, to boot

mage spells were emptied, clerics ran dry as i fired off every last vestige of arcane goo in a desperate attempt to do something, anything

potions were burnt through like diet coke at a mentos convention

it was beyond hopeless. It was futile. I fought for all i was worth, but i was losing, bad, and I knew it

and finally, just as the last glimmer of a vestage of hope was dying away

there was a most anticlimactic little POOF and the big red dragon was no more



and I'm like, what? Then i'm like, WHAT THE HELL? I spent the next ten minutes cycling back through the dialogue trying to figure out what i had missed.....



turns out jan jantzen had lobbed a chromatic orb at him, and the big guy failed the save.



and lo, did jan throw back his head and unleash a roar of triumph, a roar of victory, a roar that would make any stalwart barbarian tremble at the threat of being morphed into a squirrel, just like a certain unfortunate red dragon, on this mighty day of turnips. the good news: finally got my high end supercomputer

the bad news: NOTHING WORKS ON IT about a billion years ago, i had a party of six fighting firkraag in what might have been my second run through the game. I was light on tankage so i was trying to make hay with things like aerie and haerdalise.he was unstoppablehe was one hit stunning aerie, he was knocking my tanks up the stairs and out the door. to this day, korgan might not have landed yetmost of the party couldn't even hit himand nobody was scoring any serious damage. it was like stick fighting with a cement wall.... but oddly nobody in my party was dying either so it dragged out for an unnaturally long time, to bootmage spells were emptied, clerics ran dry as i fired off every last vestige of arcane goo in a desperate attempt to do something, anythingpotions were burnt through like diet coke at a mentos conventionit was beyond hopeless. It was futile. I fought for all i was worth, but i was losing, bad, and I knew itand finally, just as the last glimmer of a vestage of hope was dying awaythere was a most anticlimactic little POOF and the big red dragon was no moreand I'm like, what? Then i'm like, WHAT THE HELL? I spent the next ten minutes cycling back through the dialogue trying to figure out what i had missed.....turns out jan jantzen had lobbed a chromatic orb at him, and the big guy failed the save.and lo, did jan throw back his head and unleash a roar of triumph, a roar of victory, a roar that would make any stalwart barbarian tremble at the threat of being morphed into a squirrel, just like a certain unfortunate red dragon, on this mighty day of turnips.