05-02-2001, 05:52 PM
The Kly. This race of creatures was well known to me. Many times had I killed their distant brothers, the Sarnak. And deep within Dalnir I had slain many Kly beneath the tomb of the Haggle Baron. The first time I ventured below the first floor I went with 5 companions and a powerful Cleric who agreed to heal us if we were wounded. We slew many Kly and even found a fighting baton when we destroyed a lumpy kind of goo that grew within Dalnir.
Then something went wrong - suddenly many Kly were attacking - first 3, then 5, then 6! We battled mightily but one by one my companions fell. I struck in vain as I watched even the Cleric fall to repeated blows from the Kly. When I was the last one left, I feigned death, relying on my years of training. The Kly were fooled and wandered off. I dragged my companion's corpses to a safe spot, and then bolted for the exit. Many times I had to feign death to fool the Kly, but I escaped Dalnir and assisted in gaining my friends a resurrection. It was a hard day, but I was trained in the Court of Pain.
Since that day I have journeyed far and slain many. I wear the Shackle of Bronze, and I have entered the 38th Circle of Pain. I have joined a guild and mightily we battle against our foes. Several of us went to Dalnir to pay our respects to the Kly. I looked forward to feeling their bones snap against the knuckles of my hand. A strong group was assembled, and deep into Dalnir we fought. Even on the third and lowest level, we destroyed the Kly and stood alone as the masters of the dungeon.
Only one remained untested - the Overseer, second only to The Kly himself, who was not in Dalnir that night. I considered The Overseer - he seemed quite formidable, but I had bested opponents of his caliber before. I have learned, though, that spell weavers can be more powerful than they appear. Even with 8 ready members of our guild, we were going to pass him by when suddenly - behold - another group of adventurers fought their way to us. Surely with three groups we could destroy the penultimate creature in Dalnir.
I led the charge - I ran swiftly towards him and struck him well - hand, baton and foot all connected with this foe. Suddenly, my flesh was torn - huge gaping holes appeared in my scales and blood poured forth. He slashed his hand forward - so fast - and more holes appeared. Foul sorcery was this - so cold were my wounds - the blood froze even as it flowed.
I relied on my monkly training - by force of will alone, I closed some of my wounds. But the Overseer's minions were also in the room. One of them sent a charge of lightning coursing through my body - my life was ebbing away. I tried to feign death but my training was forgotten - I called to my companion for her healing magic but she was buried in a sea of Kly. The exit to Dalnir - so close - but the Overseer was standing in the doorway. No way to get past. I looked up and his eyes met mine. Pure hatred burned in both our eyes as his hand drew back and grew cold. I gave a hiss of defiance with my last breath as his hand tore my chest wide open. Somewhere, deep in Dalnir, my bones grow brittle in the shadow of the Overseer. But my companions will see him die - it is just a matter of time.
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These two trips to Dalnir are "true" stories of my two big trips to that dungeon. Don't try to melee that Overseer!
Sammyd
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Then something went wrong - suddenly many Kly were attacking - first 3, then 5, then 6! We battled mightily but one by one my companions fell. I struck in vain as I watched even the Cleric fall to repeated blows from the Kly. When I was the last one left, I feigned death, relying on my years of training. The Kly were fooled and wandered off. I dragged my companion's corpses to a safe spot, and then bolted for the exit. Many times I had to feign death to fool the Kly, but I escaped Dalnir and assisted in gaining my friends a resurrection. It was a hard day, but I was trained in the Court of Pain.
Since that day I have journeyed far and slain many. I wear the Shackle of Bronze, and I have entered the 38th Circle of Pain. I have joined a guild and mightily we battle against our foes. Several of us went to Dalnir to pay our respects to the Kly. I looked forward to feeling their bones snap against the knuckles of my hand. A strong group was assembled, and deep into Dalnir we fought. Even on the third and lowest level, we destroyed the Kly and stood alone as the masters of the dungeon.
Only one remained untested - the Overseer, second only to The Kly himself, who was not in Dalnir that night. I considered The Overseer - he seemed quite formidable, but I had bested opponents of his caliber before. I have learned, though, that spell weavers can be more powerful than they appear. Even with 8 ready members of our guild, we were going to pass him by when suddenly - behold - another group of adventurers fought their way to us. Surely with three groups we could destroy the penultimate creature in Dalnir.
I led the charge - I ran swiftly towards him and struck him well - hand, baton and foot all connected with this foe. Suddenly, my flesh was torn - huge gaping holes appeared in my scales and blood poured forth. He slashed his hand forward - so fast - and more holes appeared. Foul sorcery was this - so cold were my wounds - the blood froze even as it flowed.
I relied on my monkly training - by force of will alone, I closed some of my wounds. But the Overseer's minions were also in the room. One of them sent a charge of lightning coursing through my body - my life was ebbing away. I tried to feign death but my training was forgotten - I called to my companion for her healing magic but she was buried in a sea of Kly. The exit to Dalnir - so close - but the Overseer was standing in the doorway. No way to get past. I looked up and his eyes met mine. Pure hatred burned in both our eyes as his hand drew back and grew cold. I gave a hiss of defiance with my last breath as his hand tore my chest wide open. Somewhere, deep in Dalnir, my bones grow brittle in the shadow of the Overseer. But my companions will see him die - it is just a matter of time.
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These two trips to Dalnir are "true" stories of my two big trips to that dungeon. Don't try to melee that Overseer!
Sammyd
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