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Titolo: Planescape Torment

Salve a tutti. Giocando a Torment ho scoperto che nel party del
precedente BrokenOne c'era un arciere che era cieco, ma che tutte le
sue frecce colpivano. Voi lo avete mai trovato questo pg? Chi e'?

Guarda che tutti i png a cui si fa riferimento nelle storie raccontate fanno
parte delle vite passate di Nameless One (o Broken One). L'unico party che
avrai sarà composto da: The Nameless One, Annah, Fall-from-Grace, Dakkon e
Morte.

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Dimentichi Ignus (e forse altri, non l'ho ancora finito...)...

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matt...@tin.it
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Cosa?
Guarda...i membri reclutabili durante l'avventura sono Annah, Dak'kon,
Morte, Ignus, Fall From Grace, Vahilor e Nordom (che e' l'unico che spara
frecce...di arcieri ciechi proprio non v'e' traccia)...
Saluti!  ^_^
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 frecce...di arcieri ciechi proprio non v'e' traccia)...
Nordrom e' l'unico che non ho trovato... SO che si trova nel dungeon dei
Mordron a livello hard, ma cavolo, quel luogo e' assurdo, terribilmente
complesso... ne vale almeno la pena??

frecce...di arcieri ciechi proprio non v'e' traccia)...
Ma abbiate pazienza, voi leggete quello che dicono i personaggi?
Quando parli con un membro qualsiasi del gruppo (in particolare Dakkon
e Morte), ti parlano dei personaggi che ti portavi dietro prima di
perdere la memoria, e li' parla anche di questo arciere cieco, ma che
tutte le sue frecce arrivavano dritte dritte al cuore dell'avversario.
Che sia Nordom? In fondo se gli togli le lenti magari e' cieco...

complesso... ne vale almeno la pena??
Secondo me no. Però farsi i dungeon è troppo bbello. :)
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Che sia Nordom? In fondo se gli togli le lenti magari e' cieco...
Quanta fantasia ... :-) The Blind Archer, Xchacariah (se non sbaglio)
non e' Nordom ma semplicemente uno dei ghouls che avete sicuramente
incontrato nel Mortuary.. basta usare l'abilita' Stories-bones-tell
(quella che serve per parlare con i morti) e potrete interrogare i
vari Ghouls.. ognuno avra' qualcosa da raccontarvi... e uno di loro
sara' proprio lui.
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Devi trovare il Decanter, che si trova nelle drowned nations (le catacombe
dove incontri o i topi oppure i non morti). Una volta trovato ritorni alla
taverna dove c'e' Ignus e parli con la ragazza, che ti dira' chi andare a
cercare per ottenere la parola magica che attiva il Decanter. La donna che
conosce tale parola si trova nel Clerks ward...

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Credo che sia Namelle, ok, e thx per l'auito ;)

vale la pena di parlargli?
Un attimo che vedo dalla mia "novelization" di Torment (un file con
tutti i dialoghi di Torment redatti come un racconto)
[SPOILER - Conversazione con Xachariah (Mortuary)]
I left the mausoleum, and re-entered the Mortuary, seeking out the
blind zombie again. I used my ‘Stories Bones Tell’ ability, and asked
if he was Xachariah.
“Wha… you!” The zombie seemed shocked, but gladdened. “By the Lady’s
Gaze…” His tone took on a sense of wonder. “Aren’t you dead, cutter?”
I asked who he really was.
“So, it’s hard to peel away this filthy shroudskin an see ol’
Xachariah the Fool beneath? It is I, cutter. Blessed be the Powers, I
thought never to see you again… but you've changed too, as far as my
ears can tell… have you been making poor choices again?” Xachariah
wheezed from his throat hole. “Be you dead, too?”
“It’s a long tale… but no, I'm not dead.”
“Well, cutter, I suppose being dead’s not something one would doubt,
though how can you talk to me? Your voice is as clear as a knife…”
“What are your doing here?”
“I am a stable hand in the most lifeless place of all. Be it that I
could pass beyond the Eternal Boundary and have a Plane to call my
home, but much of my soul was squandered, and now I am here.”
“What’s it like being a zombie?”
“It’s honest work…” The stitching came undone from Xachariah’s mouth
and the flesh around his lips peeled back in a smile. “…I care little
for it.”
“What led you to this state?”
His voice dropped, as if ashamed. “It’s a hard path following in your
footsteps, cutter, and many terrible things did I see. I took to
drink, and became half-sodden with the stuff. Once, when I was sodding
drunk, I signed my body off to the Dusties. Fate decided ta kick me
when I was down, and I died shortly afterward.”
“What can you tell me about my previous life?”
“Why? Have you forgotten yourself?”
“In a manner of speaking… yes.”
“Well… you were a strange one, always suspicious and watching for
something… reckon somebody like you had got enough enemies in yer
lifetimes. And there was no denying that anybody who messed with you
ended up in the black chapters of the dead book.”
“Anything else? Any specifics…”
“You could be damnably ruthless, too… like when you made me sign that
contract, or abandoned that one mewling chit on Avernus. We had a
Balor of a time, as well. None of us ever even entertained the notion
to jump ship on your watch, son.”
“At your core, you looked at what happened to you like taking
territory in a war; everything was like a battle to you, and you were
the most ruthless bastard I ever near met. Naught else mattered except
for solving that goal. Poor Deionarra with her sobbing and pleading
with you didn’t sway you none, the gith warning you about your
strategies, and poor Xachariah just trying to hold on when we hit the
Planes. You were tough like you couldn’t die, but we were only human.
Now I guess we’re all in the dead book… or in and out of it, so to
speak.”
“You left something when you left us, cutter… you left Dak'kon without
a master, and the skull without a friend. Me? You stabbed something so
deep inside me, it never came out when I was alive. Caused my blood to
run cold, it did, that thing sitting like a lump of lead in my chest.”
I asked him to tell me about Deionarra.
“That feisty chit-who-would-be-a-soldier swore she'd follow you to
Baator and back, and by the Powers, she was so addled by the thought
of you without her she did just that. Cared little for me or the gith,
and a bare little it was. She was wild with heart poison for you, she
was, proof she was barmy. I don’t understand what the womenfolk saw in
yer scarred mug, but it set their blood a-boil. She was some rich scut
from the Clerk’s Ward, and you needed something from her, and the only
price was that she came with you.”
“What did I want from her?”
“One of the darks I never did bring to light, cutter. Perhaps you tell
me?”
“What can you tell me of the gith?” After the discussion I just had
with Dak'kon, I didn’t fear that anything Xachariah said would hurt
him further.
“Grim-lookin’ gith… unfriendly and silent, like all their kind. Didn’t
trust that gith a lick, I didn’t. See, cutter, them spindly giths care
only about two things: keeping out of slavery and killing them
squid-headed illithids. Everything else is just lower down the slope,
and he didn’t give a damn about any of us other than you.” I also
asked about Morte, interested in his perspective to see if he shared
my suspicions.
“That filthy-talking skull was hankering for a bruising, so it was!
Always smarting off, it was, and making fun of my condition!”
“You… you were a… blind archer?”
“That I was. You truly have forgotten, haven’t you? All men see with
more than their eyes, cutter… some of them better than others. I
sensed the hearts of my foes - your foes - and my arrows always struck
true. Ah, those were some times…”
“Do you know what happened to my journal?”
“That scrapbook that you'd stitched together outta yer own flesh and
had more pages than I had years in my life?! Good fortune indeed if
you've lost that ghoulish book! Always scribbling in it, you were, and
it smelled a fright. It was like you were afraid that at any moment
someone would take it away… you wrote in it ‘til skin tore from your
fingers and I wondered if you were trying to spill out your brain box
through your pen. Sometimes we would hold up for days while you wrote.
I hated that infernal book. It seemed to hold you by the heart, and
not in a kind way. The last I saw of it, cutter, it was in your
possession. If you don’t carry it, I don’t know where on the Planes it
could be.” Before I left, Xachariah asked for a favor. His voice
dropped, as if ashamed.
“I made some mistakes, some damned bad ones to be sure, and one of my
biggest was signing that Dustman contract. If I hadn’t been so sodden
with bub, I never woulda done it. I regret it, and I was hoping you
could set it aright.”
“Way I reckon, this body’s gonna last a long time… and every day’s too
long to me. Couldja maybe gut me again, cutter… for old time’s sake?
The thought of spending another batch of years here in the Mortuary
with these whitefaces is a mighty cold one. Can you see fit to put me
back in the Dead Book where I belong?”
“If that is your wish…” I gutted him, and Xachariah fell to the floor
with a heavy thud. There was a faint hiss from the body, and I saw the
chest heave once, then with a faint rattle, the corpse went silent.
“Rest in peace, Xachariah.”
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 [SPOILER - Conversazione con Xachariah (Mortuary)]
[CUT]
NOOOOOOOOOO... Me la sono proprio persa questa parte della storia. Peccato,
dato che stavo rigiocando con calma proprio per cogliere quasi tutti gli
aspetti del gioco, anche quelli non indispensabili al raggiungimento della
conclusione...  :-(
Ciao...
PS
IMVHO la trama di Torment e' una fra le piu' belle di un gioco / libro /
avventura fantasy...
Se mi dite di no fatemi conoscere il vostro Dungeon Master :-)))))
CIAO!!!

avventura fantasy...
Se ci rifletti non e' proprio la trama di Torment ad essere bella,
(intendendola come semplice successione degli avvenimenti) ma e' la
particolare filosofia esistenzialista insita nel gioco che lo rende
speciale... Se ci togli tutti i vari "tormenti" interiori del
personaggio.. hai tolto quasi tutto! :-)
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ne vale almeno la pena??
E' l'unico PG che spara a distanza (e cio' permette, tra l'altro, il
trucchetto che se spari con lui per primo a un mostro e lo fai scappare dopo
gli altri PG non vengono considerati e possono massacrare il bestio, che
cerchera' di inseguirlo, in corpo a corpo senza beccare un punto di danno) e
a me e' piaciuto averlo nel party...
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Ma abbiate pazienza, voi leggete quello che dicono i personaggi?
Io ti stavo semplicemente elencando i personaggi reclutabili in realta'...
Non ricordavo quella particolare storia (comunque Avenger ha gia' fatto
chiarezza)...mi interessava solo chiarire che l'arciere cieco non c'era...
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