Monday, September 24, 2018

Ch. 5, Page 22

Robilar was sick of this stalker. He was sick of conjured other-planar beings. He was sick (if not also a bit jealous) of the power magic-users had and wielded with such reckless abandon, and how often they wound up using it against him with reckless abandon. And, in that moment, he himself was filled with reckless abandon. With a single magic word he ended the magic of his levitating boots and dropped downwards to the newly web-shrouded street.

Only in the very last moment did it even occur to him that his flaming sword slashing through the magic web might have consequences.

6 comments:

  1. Very nice!---Robilar must be caught in the transition between OD&D and Greyhawk Supplement 1's power curve ;)

    Allan.

    ReplyDelete
  2. And still years away from getting weapon specialization!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Even without specialization, simply having a pile of HP, access to magical swords and armor, cleverness, and most importantly, luck, he can easily outmatch and outwit braindead fireball flingers who rely on evocations and conjurations where an arrow or poisoned dart would have done far better.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Sometimes all that matters, but I remember some campaigns where the non-magic-users felt like we were all bench warmers as soon as the m-u's got their fireballs and lightning bolts...

      Delete
    2. Until they run out of fireballs and lightning bolts but you didn't run out of sword. Or when you face a beholder with it's antimagic eye. Or you battle golems. Or numerous situations where they're just pasty wimps in bathrobes without their spells!

      Delete
  4. Hahaha I love the commentary. Robilar has been one of my favorites over the chapters. His gear only got more intense as time passed.

    ReplyDelete