(This is part of my journey going checking out Pool of Radiance. You can follow the entire series on the Retro Gaming page.)
Emboldened by my glorious victory over starving kobolds, my party ventures in deeper into the slums. Here we surprise an orc party, perhaps celebrating the retirement of one of their most distinguished members. Mind if we crash?
Here’s the best screen of the game: the after-battle loot screen! Yes, give me all the things, please.
George Michael took a beating with the orcs, probably because the idiot still won’t wear armor or use weapons. Guess we’ll drag his corpse around.
I felt really bad for this orc. We destroyed his party and this one guy starts running as far as he can until he gets into a corner and can’t go anywhere else. Had to kill him, of course, but still felt bad. Been there, buddy!
One of the options I sometimes get is to “parlay” with enemy groups. I decided to try it out with kobolds and got this menu screen of attitude options. I really hope that first word is “haughty” and not “naughty.”
I choose “abusive” — of course — and the kobolds seem to like that and give me some advice to stay away from the textile house (?) because of undead. Then I slaughter them all when they turn to leave.
So here’s what I’ve learned so far: Kobolds are easy and give out a ton of useful items. Orcs are not quite as easy and only give cash. Goblins are tougher than the others and have an awesome running animation.
Cash is actually a better thing to have anyway, since I don’t think you can sell items in this game. After a few fights and with many of our troop hurting, we head back to town and rest up for a week at an inn. Following that, I finally get George Michael equipped with leather armor and a sword. I tried all of the types of bows and crossbows, but I keep getting the “wrong class” despite him being a thief. Well, at least he has something now.
Heading back into the slums, I do feel a little bad that my stats are so godly and my armor makes me all but untouchable (other than soon-to-be-dead George Michael, of course). Then again, it’s either that or have kobolds wipe the floor with my face, so I’m cool with it.
My greatest regret today is that I never found out what was on the papers that sparked this argument.