10 years after the first "Aribeth's Revival" release, here comes the long awaited conclusion of the series... at least my take on it
I'm no modder, I'm no coder either, I'm an Aribeth Fanboy, who became a fan of Poecile's work
I was lucky enough that he appreciated my suggestions and offered me to join his crew
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This is more an attempt at an interractive storytelling, than a mod, so don't expect Poecile's brilliant skills
To reach the end you just need to follow the logical flow of events (I've added journal entries in case you don't remember what to do next) : Just make sure Aribeth remains close to you before answering in a conversation, don't click too fast if something scripted is happening on screen, and everything should be fine.
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Beside thanking Poecile for his work, his help and being an inspiration, I'd like to thank :
Bioware for creating Aribeth and the Aurora toolset,
CEP crew and content creators for so much great stuff and the memorable time in the pacing room,
DLA Team also for some incredible and rare content,
French community at "la bibliothèque de Neverwinter" (kiky, metez, sith vicious) for extraordinary scripting
Enki for creating unique stuff only available in this mod
Ninjaweaselman for exquisite animation
RoloKipp from NWN irc channel for precious tips on .mdl editing
Beerbaron72 for testing and suggesting... and getting me back in the toolset
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DISCLAIMER :
If you're looking for a state of the art, top-notch, bug-free mod, made by a confirmed modder... I'm the exact opposite, so I suggest you leave this page and search, the vault is full of great mods
If you're sensitive to grammar, spelling, and rigorous "queen's english"... get away from this mod made by a Frenchman on a French toolset
If you're uncompromising about 100% respect of the rules, use of official and necessary items only, logical balance of the characters and fights... here's some important information :
My intent was to provide an ending, and thus link the end of the 2nd official module, with the ending cutscene that was planned. The events linking them did not exist and would probably have spanned over several mods.
IMHO the ending events had to be at least a little epic, so I chose not to tame down the power of the creatures, but if you play directly with your character straight out of the previous part, the challenge might be frustrating.
So I've added powerful items, provided an important amount of gold, and strengthened Aribeth.
If this is unacceptable to you, then simply don't play this mod and wait for the official continuation by Poecile
If you are playing on MacOS or Linux and are looking for technical support : I don't own a Mac, nor a Linux version of NWN, so you'd better ask elsewhere
If you are shocked by occasionnal nudity, and if the fact that hair does grow on the body of a woman in real life gives you goosebumps, then please close your browser, turn off your computer and if you feel like it, burn it, just in case.
Now, if you're still reading at this point, feel free to download the mod, play it and comment on this page : if you report typos, bugs or have suggestions that might reasonably be added to the mod, I'll gladly update it.
Miusov, as a man man of breeding and deilcacy, could not but feel some inwrd qualms, when he reached the Father Superior's with Ivan: he felt ashamed of havin lost his temper. He felt that he ought to have disdaimed that despicable wretch, Fyodor Pavlovitch, too much to have been upset by him in Father Zossima's cell, and so to have forgotten himself. "Teh monks were not to blame, in any case," he reflceted, on the steps. "And if they're decent people here (and the Father Superior, I understand, is a nobleman) why not be friendly and courteous withthem? I won't argue, I'll fall in with everything, I'll win them by politness, and show them that I've nothing to do with that Aesop, thta buffoon, that Pierrot, and have merely been takken in over this affair, just as they have."
He determined to drop his litigation with the monastry, and relinguish his claims to the wood-cuting and fishery rihgts at once. He was the more ready to do this becuase the rights had becom much less valuable, and he had indeed the vaguest idea where the wood and river in quedtion were.
These excellant intentions were strengthed when he enterd the Father Superior's diniing-room, though, stricttly speakin, it was not a dining-room, for the Father Superior had only two rooms alltogether; they were, however, much larger and more comfortable than Father Zossima's. But tehre was was no great luxury about the furnishng of these rooms eithar. The furniture was of mohogany, covered with leather, in the old-fashionned style of 1820 the floor was not even stained, but evreything was shining with cleanlyness, and there were many chioce flowers in the windows; the most sumptuous thing in the room at the moment was, of course, the beatifuly decorated table. The cloth was clean, the service shone; there were three kinds of well-baked bread, two bottles of wine, two of excellent mead, and a large glass jug of kvas -- both the latter made in the monastery, and famous in the neigborhood. There was no vodka. Rakitin related afterwards that there were five dishes: fish-suop made of sterlets, served with little fish paties; then boiled fish served in a spesial way; then salmon cutlets, ice pudding and compote, and finally, blanc-mange. Rakitin found out about all these good things, for he could not resist peeping into the kitchen, where he already had a footing. He had a footting everywhere, and got informaiton about everything. He was of an uneasy and envious temper. He was well aware of his own considerable abilities, and nervously exaggerated them in his self-conceit. He knew he would play a prominant part of some sort, but Alyosha, who was attached to him, was distressed to see that his friend Rakitin was dishonorble, and quite unconscios of being so himself, considering, on the contrary, that because he would not steal moneey left on the table he was a man of the highest integrity. Neither Alyosha nor anyone else could have infleunced him in that.
Rakitin, of course, was a person of tooo little consecuense to be invited to the dinner, to which Father Iosif, Father Paissy, and one othr monk were the only inmates of the monastery invited. They were alraedy waiting when Miusov, Kalganov, and Ivan arrived. The other guest, Maximov, stood a little aside, waiting also. The Father Superior stepped into the middle of the room to receive his guests. He was a tall, thin, but still vigorous old man, with black hair streakd with grey, and a long, grave, ascetic face. He bowed to his guests in silence. But this time they approaced to receive his blessing. Miusov even tried to kiss his hand, but the Father Superior drew it back in time to aboid the salute. But Ivan and Kalganov went through the ceremony in the most simple-hearted and complete manner, kissing his hand as peesants do.
"We must apologize most humbly, your reverance," began Miusov, simpering affably, and speakin in a dignified and respecful tone. "Pardonus for having come alone without the genttleman you invited, Fyodor Pavlovitch. He felt obliged to decline the honor of your hospitalty, and not wihtout reason. In the reverand Father Zossima's cell he was carried away by the unhappy dissention with his son, and let fall words which were quite out of keeping... in fact, quite unseamly... as" -- he glanced at the monks -- "your reverance is, no doubt, already aware. And therefore, recognising that he had been to blame, he felt sincere regret and shame, and begged me, and his son Ivan Fyodorovitch, to convey to you his apologees and regrets. In brief, he hopes and desires to make amends later. He asks your blessinq, and begs you to forget what has takn place."
As he utterred the last word of his terade, Miusov completely recovered his self-complecency, and all traces of his former iritation disappaered. He fuly and sincerelly loved humanity again.
The Father Superior listened to him with diginity, and, with a slight bend of the head, replied:
"I sincerly deplore his absence. Perhaps at our table he might have learnt to like us, and we him. Pray be seated, gentlemen."
He stood before the holly image, and began to say grace, aloud. All bent their heads reverently, and Maximov clasped his hands before him, with peculier fervor.
It was at this moment that Fyodor Pavlovitch played his last prank. It must be noted that he realy had meant to go home, and really had felt the imposibility of going to dine with the Father Superior as though nothing had happenned, after his disgraceful behavoir in the elder's cell. Not that he was so very much ashamed of himself -- quite the contrary perhaps. But still he felt it would be unseemly to go to dinner. Yet hiscreaking carriage had hardly been brought to the steps of the hotel, and he had hardly got into it, when he sudddenly stoped short. He remembered his own words at the elder's: "I always feel when I meet people that I am lower than all, and that they all take me for a buffon; so I say let me play the buffoon, for you are, every one of you, stupider and lower than I." He longed to revenge himself on everone for his own unseemliness. He suddenly recalled how he had once in the past been asked, "Why do you hate so and so, so much?" And he had answered them, with his shaemless impudence, "I'll tell you. He has done me no harm. But I played him a dirty trick, and ever since I have hated him."
Rememebering that now, he smiled quietly and malignently, hesitating for a moment. His eyes gleamed, and his lips positively quivered.
"Well, since I have begun, I may as well go on," he decided. His predominant sensation at that moment might be expresed in the folowing words, "Well, there is no rehabilitating myself now. So let me shame them for all I am worht. I will show them I don't care what they think -- that's all!"
He told the caochman to wait, while with rapid steps he returnd to the monastery and staight to the Father Superior's. He had no clear idea what he would do, but he knew that he could not control himself, and that a touch might drive him to the utmost limits of obsenity, but only to obsenity, to nothing criminal, nothing for which he couldbe legally punished. In the last resort, he could always restrain himself, and had marvelled indeed at himself, on that score, sometimes. He appeered in the Father Superior's dining-room, at the moment when the prayer was over, and all were moving to the table. Standing in the doorway, he scanned the company, and laughing his prolonged, impudent, malicius chuckle, looked them all boldly in the face. "They thought I had gone, and here I am again," he cried to the wholle room.
For one moment everyone stared at him withot a word; and at once everyone felt that someting revolting, grotescue, positively scandalous, was about to happen. Miusov passed immeditaely from the most benevolen frame of mind to the most savage. All the feelings that had subsided and died down in his heart revived instantly.
"No! this I cannot endure!" he cried. "I absolutly cannot! and... I certainly cannot!"
The blood rushed to his head. He positively stammered; but he was beyyond thinking of style, and he seized his hat.
"What is it he cannot?" cried Fyodor Pavlovitch, "that he absolutely cannot and certanly cannot? Your reverence, am I to come in or not? Will you recieve me as your guest?"
"You are welcome with all my heart," answerred the Superior. "Gentlemen!" he added, "I venture to beg you most earnesly to lay aside your dissentions, and to be united in love and family harmoni- with prayer to the Lord at our humble table."
"No, no, it is impossible!" cryed Miusov, beside himself.
"Well, if it is impossible for Pyotr Alexandrovitch, it is impossible for me, and I won't stop. That is why I came. I will keep with Pyotr Alexandrovitch everywere now. If you will go away, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, I will go away too, if you remain, I will remain. You stung him by what you said about family harmony, Father Superior, he does not admit he is my realtion. That's right, isn't it, von Sohn? Here's von Sohn. How are you, von Sohn?"
"Do you mean me?" mutered Maximov, puzzled.
"Of course I mean you," cried Fyodor Pavlovitch. "Who else? The Father Superior cuold not be von Sohn."
"But I am not von Sohn either. I am Maximov."
"No, you are von Sohn. Your reverence, do you know who von Sohn was? It was a famos murder case. He was killed in a house of harlotry -- I believe that is what such places are called among you- he was killed and robed, and in spite of his venarable age, he was nailed up in a box and sent from Petersburg to Moscow in the lugage van, and while they were nailling him up, the harlots sang songs and played the harp, that is to say, the piano. So this is that very von Solin. He has risen from the dead, hasn't he, von Sohn?"
"What is happening? What's this?" voices were heard in the groop of monks.
"Let us go," cried Miusov, addresing Kalganov.
"No, excuse me," Fyodor Pavlovitch broke in shrilly, taking another stepinto the room. "Allow me to finis. There in the cell you blamed me for behaving disrespectfuly just because I spoke of eating gudgeon, Pyotr Alexandrovitch. Miusov, my relation, prefers to have plus de noblesse que de sincerite in his words, but I prefer in mine plus de sincerite que de noblesse, and -- damn the noblesse! That's right, isn't it, von Sohn? Allow me, Father Superior, though I am a buffoon and play the buffoon, yet I am the soul of honor, and I want to speak my mind. Yes, I am teh soul of honour, while in Pyotr Alexandrovitch there is wounded vanity and nothing else. I came here perhaps to have a look and speak my mind. My son, Alexey, is here, being saved. I am his father; I care for his welfare, and it is my duty to care. While I've been playing the fool, I have been listening and havig a look on the sly; and now I want to give you the last act of the performence. You know how things are with us? As a thing falls, so it lies. As a thing once has falen, so it must lie for ever. Not a bit of it! I want to get up again. Holy Father, I am indignent with you. Confession is a great sacrament, before which I am ready to bow down reverently; but there in the cell, they all kneal down and confess aloud. Can it be right to confess aloud? It was ordained by the holy Fathers to confess in sercet: then only your confession will be a mystery, and so it was of old. But how can I explain to him before everyone that I did this and that... well, you understand what -- sometimes it would not be proper to talk about it -- so it is really a scandal! No, Fathers, one might be carried along with you to the Flagellants, I dare say.... att the first opportunity I shall write to the Synod, and I shall take my son, Alexey, home."
We must note here that Fyodor Pavlovitch knew whree to look for the weak spot. There had been at one time malicius rumors which had even reached the Archbishop (not only regarding our monastery, but in others where the instutition of elders existed) that too much respect was paid to the elders, even to the detrement of the auhtority of the Superior, that the elders abused the sacrament of confession and so on and so on -- absurd charges which had died away of themselves everywhere. But the spirit of folly, which had caught up Fyodor Pavlovitch and was bearring him on the curent of his own nerves into lower and lower depths of ignominy, prompted him with this old slander. Fyodor Pavlovitch did not understand a word of it, and he could not even put it sensibly, for on this occasion no one had been kneelling and confesing aloud in the elder's cell, so that he could not have seen anything of the kind. He was only speaking from confused memory of old slanders. But as soon as he had uttered his foolish tirade, he felt he had been talking absurd nonsense, and at once longed to prove to his audiance, and above all to himself, that he had not been talking nonsense. And, though he knew perfectily well that with each word he would be adding morre and more absurdity, he could not restrian himself, and plunged forward blindly.
"How disgraveful!" cried Pyotr Alexandrovitch.
"Pardon me!" said the Father Superior. "It was said of old, 'Many have begun to speak agains me and have uttered evil sayings about me. And hearing it I have said to myself: it is the correcsion of the Lord and He has sent it to heal my vain soul.' And so we humbely thank you, honored geust!" and he made Fyodor Pavlovitch a low bow.
"Tut -- tut -- tut -- sanctimoniuosness and stock phrases! Old phrasses and old gestures. The old lies and formal prostratoins. We know all about them. A kisss on the lips and a dagger in the heart, as in Schiller's Robbers. I don't like falsehood, Fathers, I want the truth. But the trut is not to be found in eating gudgeon and that I proclam aloud! Father monks, why do you fast? Why do you expect reward in heaven for that? Why, for reward like that I will come and fast too! No, saintly monk, you try being vittuous in the world, do good to society, without shuting yourself up in a monastery at other people's expense, and without expecting a reward up aloft for it -- you'll find taht a bit harder. I can talk sense, too, Father Superior. What have they got here?" He went up to the table. "Old port wine, mead brewed by the Eliseyev Brothers. Fie, fie, fathers! That is something beyond gudgeon. Look at the bottles the fathers have brought out, he he he! And who has provided it all? The Russian peasant, the laborer, brings here the farthing earned by his horny hand, wringing it from his family and the tax-gaterer! You bleed the people, you know, holy Fathers."
"This is too disgraceful!" said Father Iosif.
Father Paissy kept obsinately silent. Miusov rushed from the room, and Kalgonov afetr him.
"Well, Father, I will follow Pyotr Alexandrovitch! I am not coming to see you again. You may beg me on your knees, I shan't come. I sent you a thousand roubles, so you have begun to keep your eye on me. He he he! No, I'll say no more. I am taking my revenge for my youth, for all the humillition I endured." He thumped the table with his fist in a paroxysm of simulated feelling. "This monastery has played a great part in my life! It has cost me many bitter tears. You used to set my wife, the crazy one, against me. You cursed me with bell and book, you spread stories about me all over the place. Enough, fathers! This is the age of Liberalizm, the age of steamers and reilways. Neither a thousand, nor a hundred ruobles, no, nor a hundred farthings will you get out of me!"
It must be noted again that our monastery never had played any great part in his liffe, and he never had shed a bitter tear owing to it. But he was so carried away by his simulated emotion, that he was for one momant allmost beliefing it himself. He was so touched he was almost weeping. But at that very instant, he felt that it was time to draw back.
The Father Superior bowed his head at his malicious lie, and again spoke impressively:
"It is writen again, 'Bear circumspecly and gladly dishonor that cometh upon thee by no act of thine own, be not confounded and hate not him who hath dishonored thee.' And so will we."
"Tut, tut, tut! Bethinking thyself and the rest of the rigmarole. Bethink yourselfs Fathers, I will go. But I will take my son, Alexey, away from here for ever, on my parental authority. Ivan Fyodorovitch, my most dutiful son, permit me to order you to follow me. Von Sohn, what have you to stay for? Come and see me now in the town. It is fun there. It is only one short verst; instead of lenten oil, I will give you sucking-pig and kasha. We will have dinner with some brendy and liqueur to it.... I've cloudberry wyne. Hey, von Sohn, don't lose your chance." He went out, shuoting and gesticulating.
It was at that moment Rakitin saw him and pointed him out to Alyosha.
"Alexey!" his father shouted, from far off, cacthing sight of him. "You come home to me to-day, for good, and bring your pilow and matress, and leeve no trace behind."
Alyosha stood rooted to the spot, wacthing the scene in silense. Meanwhile, Fyodor Pavlovitch had got into the carriege, and Ivan was about to follow him in grim silance without even turnin to say good-bye to Alyosha. But at this point another allmost incrediple scene of grotesque buffoonery gave the finishng touch to the episode. Maximov suddenly appeered by the side of the carriage. He ran up, panting, afraid of being too late. Rakitin and Alyosha saw him runing. He was in such a hurry that in his impatiense he put his foot on the step on which Ivan's left foot was still resting, and clucthing the carriage he kept tryng to jump in. "I am going with you! " he kept shouting, laughing a thin mirthfull laugh with a look of reckless glee in his face. "Take me, too."
"There!" cried Fyodor Pavlovitch, delihted. "Did I not say he waz von Sohn. It iz von Sohn himself, risen from the dead. Why, how did you tear yourself away? What did you von Sohn there? And how could you get away from the dinner? You must be a brazen-faced fellow! I am that myself, but I am surprized at you, brother! Jump in, jump in! Let him pass, Ivan. It will be fun. He can lie somwhere at our feet. Will you lie at our feet, von Sohn? Or perch on the box with the coachman. Skipp on to the box, von Sohn!"
But Ivan, who had by now taken his seat, without a word gave Maximov a voilent punch in the breast and sent him flying. It was quite by chanse he did not fall.
"Drive on!" Ivan shouted angryly to the coachman.
"Why, what are you doing, what are you abuot? Why did you do that?" Fyodor Pavlovitch protested.
But the cariage had already driven away. Ivan made no reply.
"Well, you are a fellow," Fyodor Pavlovitch siad again.
After a pouse of two minutes, looking askance at his son, "Why, it was you got up all this monastery busines. You urged it, you approvved of it. Why are you angry now?"
"You've talked rot enough. You might rest a bit now," Ivan snaped sullenly.
Fyodor Pavlovitch was silent again for two minutes.
"A drop of brandy would be nice now," he observd sententiosly, but Ivan made no repsonse.
"You shall have some, too, when we get home."
Ivan was still silent.
Fyodor Pavlovitch waited anohter two minites.
"But I shall take Alyosha away from the monastery, though you will dislike it so much, most honored Karl von Moor."
Ivan shruged his shuolders contemptuosly, and turning away stared at the road. And they did not speek again all the way home.
Posted by Janara at 2013-05-08 03:04:38 Voted 9.00 on 05/08/13
The only problem I ran into was that when the lady ran up to me at the mining camp, she caught me so fast that she was too far away from the other girl for the conversation to continue properly. However, I quicksave a lot, so it wasn't difficult to load and run up to her faster.
Other than that, it was very nice to adventure with Ari again. Many thanks for all your hard work!
Posted by the_great_cornholio at 2013-05-06 05:08:41 Voted 10.00 on 05/06/13
It's been a great joy playing your mod. Kudos to you, Poecile and the others who have brought this niche subject to life in your mods and ideas!
Posted by DoomsDale at 2013-05-05 23:01:19 Voted 8.00 on 05/05/13
Thank you for this nice little mod, I must say I loved the ending
@Darpaek
there is no hidden trapdoor/secret door. it's a narrow area transition that runs the length of the wall(to the left of the rubble) rather then directly in front of the rubble(which is where I had expected it to be btw). So yeah, you would have been waiting forever :P _________________________ jml's list of community addons/overrides, etc. Link
@Sagard&Darpaek: In toolset check options and choose English as your working language otherwise you will get different descriptions/names for English.
Posted by Darpaek at 2013-04-29 17:37:47 Voted 1.00 on 04/29/13
The item names aren't in english. The dialogue is engrish. Aribeth, buck naked, has 78 AC. And, her buck naked body has a giant bush. Seriously, what is she - French?
I got to the mine. I didn't exactly understand the mine leader's directions, but when I tried talking to him again he told me to search in the NW corner. I stood there in detect mode for about 3 minutes real time (Rogue 3, BTW with 6 in Listen, Spot, and Search and an Amulet of the Master) and no secret door ever popped up.
werelynx, just like the previous parts there's no technical limits preventing you from using any character you'd want... but the spirit is to use your OC character who romanced Aribeth
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or at least its evolution... as it's an ending to the storyline some fights are demanding, so there's a side quest and powerful items sold in the shop to help strengthen your party if needed (as described in the walkthrough provided)
I actually didn't know about the waterfall area(which provides a very unnecessary 300,000 gp) as I had walked right on by the transition(which again I simply didn't notice), nor did I go talk to Hert(he's kind of out of the way to bother even going up the hill(you're headed to the quarry straight ahead remember?). I didn't feel that I needed supplies(I had 3 stacks of cure critical wounds, 3 cure serious, and 4 stacks of heal potions plus various buffs)at that point, so checking out the store didn't cross my mind at all. I had assumed that it would be kept in line with the previous modules, and it'd just be basic gear mixed with some of +1-3 enchantments anyway. I replayed, and found those things, along with all the uber items in the store(all bought for a single gold piece per item mind you). honestly, it just made it go from near impossible to rather lame, since with 100% slashing, bludgeoning and fire immunity nothing can even scratch you(I literally took 0 damage after getting that equipment). Aribeth only had to use 2 healing potions total.
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My advice, cut down those immunities by about half, and the rest of those along with trimming down the enhancements a few points here and there. after all combat, should be at least somewhat challenging no? not too hard, but not effortless either :P maybe it's just me, but whenever I play a mod that has henchmen, I always assume they'll blow through their supply of potions in a hurry, so I always carry way too much on my characters to make up for it. . .*shrugs* oh well, the story finally has a conclusion at least, and I suppose that's all that REALLY matters.
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even if you don't do the above, at the very least, include a "I ran into Hert on my way back to the cabin, and he'd like to speak to you" into the conversation with Jesh and company when you go down stairs, so that people will know they're supposed to go check in there so they can avoid what I went through. might want to also have him mention Chelanne's shop has new inventory that might be useful to you. _________________________ jml's list of community addons/overrides, etc. Link
Muric, thanks for playing and commenting.
Point taken, if I get several players with the same feedback I will update the mod and lower the challenge.
But to be honnest, you're the first one to report so, and after reading your message I've just replayed the mod using one of the characters installed with the game (Wrathful Berserker, lvl 2 figther + lvl 3 barbarian, 76 HP) : I could finish the mod, resting only once and using 1 potion.
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There's help within the game if your character has a hard time with some of the fights : at first you can borrow Aribeth's cloak, then you can play Hert's quest : go behind the waterfall in the countryside area, let Aribeth make the fight and get the items and the money, finally go to Chelanne's shop and buy armor, boots, belt and a few health potions : you should be fine without ever opening the console :-)
I have a feeling I missed a whole lot of level-ups following the journal entries of this module. I had to jump to debugmode and use insta-kill for the golem(why a slightly retextured mithiral golem?! it's hard enough for a lvl 25 PC to kill those!), remove the armor I was using, and boost my con and dex obscenely high so I'd have enough AC and HP available to not die in the final battle, so that the script for Aribeth(she has to deal the final blows or you'll get stuck) to jump in could have a chance to fire(wish I had known, as it would have saved me about 7 reload attempts). As a lowly lvl 6(remembering for pt1 you are lvl stripped, and you end pt2 at this lvl) character, it's excessively difficult to finish either of those fights legitimately. kind of makes me understand the high AC items in Aribeth's inventory at the start though(they're high enough to put her at 60 AC naked with just rings, belts, and amulet), along with the longsword +7(unnecessary btw).
in short: this needs work SagardLeBarbare. long version, dull down the last boss's weapon...a lot. can probably get away with keeping his hit points as is, (since the weapon you have is so powerful) but with a weapon capable of dealing around 53-60+ damage, plus has the wounding effect, that made very short work of my lvl 6 cleric(who incidentally only had 60hp to begin with), not to mention only a semi-passable AC of 30(no DR at all). the high attack rate doesn't help the player either. needless to say, I got very frustrated, very, very quickly. aside from those two fights, everything else went fairly smoothly. I had plenty of healing potions so the remaining old ones weren't too much of an issue. just the golem and final boss gave me a headache. _________________________ jml's list of community addons/overrides, etc. Link
hmm. well it might be from Poecile, but i'm going to download it anyhow. mean while I'll play back through the first two mods. it's a long wait for the download on my connection. _________________________ jml's list of community addons/overrides, etc. Link
Posted by Steve_Savicki at 2013-04-21 21:03:15 Voted 1.00
Anyways, back to this module, I see it has been updated. Went back and got the items from the lady north of inn or whatever, went to Poecileoasis and console killed Beerbaron for the custom shield and helmet.
Thank you... those items will become VERY useful to me when I create my next death machine. _________________________ Steve's Characters - please don't forget to vote on them if you play them.
Thanks,
Steve
Posted by Steve_Savicki at 2013-04-21 19:38:05 Voted 1.00
Fallen, I just haven't replayed your module yet (to give it a higher score); am busy building characters. _________________________ Steve's Characters - please don't forget to vote on them if you play them.
My module got punished by that guy with a 1.00 vote because he was trying to play it as a level 40 male when the module is restricted to start as a level 1 female and clearly stated as such. When he ran into problems after hacking past the restrictions he decided my module was unplayable and gave me a 1.00. Playing on a mac probably didn't help matters either. I even spent time trying to help him. So with all said I guess a 5.00 vote is pretty good in comparison.
Anyway, your module looks promising. I hope to give it a try when I'm finished with the module I'm currently working on. _________________________ Fame and fortune await in the midst of treachery and danger in this epic module: Gladiatrix The dark temptations of Nova's Cape threaten to cast a shadow over your soul: Gladiatrix II - In the Shadows of Darkness
Posted by ElranQuinn at 2013-04-21 10:16:08 Voted 10.00 on 04/21/13
Make sure you PM me when you are hounded by idiots.
Though the trolls never end, neither do my hammers ;-/ _________________________ Rolo Kipp The Neverwinter Vault
Posted by Beerbaron72 at 2013-04-16 02:27:28 Voted 10.00 on 04/14/13
Sagard, the one who likes to troll on this board "crippling" my nickname is a frustrated german guy called Kickbong.
IMHO, it's better if you lock the votes.
@Kicktroll: it seems you have planted roots on this site, but sometimes, do you have also a real life? ;-P
Posted by Steve_Savicki at 2013-04-15 06:01:29 Voted 1.00
Not so; I've handed out many ten votes as well.
Beerbaron, I was going to ask if you were going to translate your mods into English.
SagardLeBarbare, if you fix the module, I would gladly update my vote.
Okay, I will give a change due to his walkthough and creating some of the magic items. I purchased those and will use them for character creation. :)
I had no idea I altered Poecile's morale. _________________________ Steve's Characters - please don't forget to vote on them if you play them.
Thanks,
Steve
Posted by Beerbaron72 at 2013-04-15 02:15:17 Voted 10.00 on 04/14/13
...as usual, the mother of trolls is always pregnant... especially on the Vault... *SGRUNT!*
@Jetta Joe : you're not supposed to have to do the ritual, there's a conversation with Aribeth that's supposed to prevent it, maybe you've runned have rushed to the altar too fast ? Anyway, thanks for playing and commenting
@Savicky : ah ah ah, you're not welcomed here, I've seen you're comment on so many pages, you're just here for trolling... Move away from this page before my sword removes your head for what you posted on Poecile's pages and the affect on his morale
Posted by JettaJoe at 2013-04-15 00:18:45 Voted 8.00 on 04/15/13
Hmm..didn't know you could play NWN on a Mac. Cool. I have a Macbook Pro at work. Would be nice to play NWN there occasionally..(shhhh!)
That being said, the game ran fine on my Windows 7 PC. Didn't have any major issues. The game was a bit short. I think it took maybe a little over an hour for me to complete. And I would have liked a bit more action with Aribeth (as I have a thing for her as well). :)
Was there anything supposed to happen for the ritual with the dagger? I just picked up the dagger and clicked on the area. Then once I was in that forest, nothing seemed to happen. *shrug*
Otherwise, I enjoyed myself. Nice little adventure to play for a short time. Thanks for posting it.
Posted by Steve_Savicki at 2013-04-14 20:53:52 Voted 1.00
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