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I should have went swamp, especially since I was playing merfolk with rPois. I have an irrational aversion to the swamp and slimepit branches. @Arcanist Doesn't going up the stairs give the monster a couple of free hits? EDIT: I subscribe to the idea that totally unsurvivable situations (say, telepo...

Well, at least this awful run of luck means you'll DEFINITELY find a potion of experience on D:2 your next run. I wish. On my very next character: 0 | D:1 | Shosa, the Merfolk Ice Elementalist, began the quest for the Orb. 0 | D:1 | Reached XP level 1. HP: 13/13 MP: 3/3 277 | D:1 | Reached XP level...

>I think this is a major mistake Yeah, probably. It was my motivation for trying the other stairwell. Really, I should have seen Louise and just said no to the level. However, I'd already cleared Lair and Orc Mines, so there weren't any obvious places to gain XP. Going down the second stairwell was ...

So I had this character that was doing really well - basically, a merfolk ice elementalist who uses Condensation Shield and Ocuzubu's armour to tank damage while messing people up with a polearm, while using conjurations and summons to take out enemies I didn't want to tango with toe-to-toe. It was ...

I think there should be a transmutation spell that allows you to temporarily adopt the appearance of a targeted monster - so, for instance, if you come across a group of orcs, and one of them sees you, you could cast it on him, make him follow you into a dark corner, kill him, then when you return t...

Sorry haven't updated in a while, tend to write this in the twilight zone between normal human and shitfaced-depressed. I'm in the latter band, so obvs can't muster the will to do much past breathing. Hope to return to it soon.

Killed him both times without taking damage.

Either you've got some decent strategy, or you're lucky. I always have one hell of a time with Mara. He's one of those monsters that as soon as I see him, I either go for the jugular or flee.

The Golgotha crossed over into the skies of the Abyss in a thundering maelstrom of translocational energy, through a portal a mile high, and six hundred feet wide, swirling and rippling with strange radiation and otherworldly voices. The crew hunkered down behind spinnerets of shell, as blast-waves ...

Dorcas sat, slumped, on her cot. The weeks had degenerated into a stream of nonsense images and blurry half-recollections, broken by momentary points of deceptive semi-lucidity that vanished as quickly as they arrived. Today, she knew she was Dorcas, but she didn't know where she was, only that it w...

----------------------------------------------------------- He should have seen it coming. That was the end of it, really. He had been so enamoured with his life, that he hadn't seen that it was… real life. Where dreams go to be crushed. Same here as in Genoa. Some people, like Lucas' sister, some t...

"Just the first name." Dorcas spat at him. He drew back the hammer, and she started thrashing madly, then brought it down on one toeless foot. "Go on, you can tell me." Dorcas hissed at him, and thrashed in the restraints. "You know, I've realized something about you." ...

DORCAS "If you keep this up, soon you're going to have no toes left." "Keep what up?" Dorcas screamed. "You haven't asked me anything!" The torturer smiled his bland, unassuming smile, then picked up his cleaver. "Please, look, please - just tell me what you want ...

LUCAS Lucas and Olivia were in the library, ostensibly studying, but really chatting - hidden behind the giant stacks of unsorted loose-leaf manuscripts that were piled six feet deep. It took no small amount of ingenuity to pull one out without bringing the whole edifice tottering down. "Why n...

Lucas sat on the bleachers, looking out at an empty sports field. A small group of young men were jogging on, for the morning group attack drills. The war drums were beating. The University was becoming more militaristic as the war in Genoa stepped up, the drills designed to train you for the fast b...

LUCAS "What do you want?" said Lucas, with a bravado he didn't feel. "What do I want? A difficult question, that. Another one for the sophists, eh? Did I really want, say, to eat our dear professor here? Or was I simply in a state of desire, and then, the professor presented itself a...

Think I'm going to start adding chapter-headings. I've realised the formatting is getting pretty confusing. ------------------------ DORCAS ------------------------ The man in front of her snapped out a series of hand-signals, and she turned to find she was surrounded. Seven guards. Their weapons lo...

---------------------------- LUCAS ---------------------------- Pigs. Not sheep. Lucas hated experiments involving pigs. Their skin felt too human. "Get those bathylabes right in there. I don't want any of them coming loose," said Edgecombe. He was handing Lucas strange glass-and-wire nodu...

Name a single real-life instance of an alien that has four jaws

Haven't you ever watched the award-winning documentary, Aliens versus Predator?

The street was grey, haunted by the shadows of night-watchmen, beggars shuffling into their hiding places to avoid the wavering torchlight, and the night was silent. Nobody knew anything about the arrest. Not the neighbours, not the barkeep. Their faces closed into a dead blank of fear when she brou...

Hey guys, just wondering, aside from my spelling, is there anything I ought to change? Should the pacing be faster, or slower? More action, or less? Anyway, here's the next bit: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ JAN ---------------------------- &quo...

It's not over. I have some frankly horrible surprises for my characters coming up, and I think another POV character.

Many appologies if this is anti-climactic - I just couldn't face writing the escape. ----------------------- In the distance, a column of smoke rose over the valley, and a farmer turned white bones into his field, with a critical eye turned to the furrow of the black earth. A lone seagul, eyes sharp...

A real class act. ----------------------------------------------------------- Two wags had daubed "The king fucks arses", on the gate in whitewash, and were now being hoisted back onto the gatehouse by their hooting comrades, cheered on by a gang of women, who stood, handkerchiefs around h...

I was aiming for humour, but I think I might have missed the mark and hit a passerby. ------------------------- "You've made an error here." Mr. Kolhass pointed to section 12 in the mass of revisions that made the third draft of the treaty. "More care, it deserves more care! With a do...

At least, the cell was one of the nice ones, thought Jan, leaning back on his cot. He felt a flicker of guilt, thinking of Dorcas in the under-basement cell in mage-restraints. He had seen both, neither looked in any way comfortable. From outside, he could hear the rumble of gunfire. The dull whump ...

"Goring, I want you to take Hensley and Shen, go into the houses along this street and draft fire-control teams - get them out of their beds if you have to. Each of you take eight men, you'll find buckets in the store!" Kolhass turned and screamed at a rider from the Republcan army that ha...

Yeah - it's rendering, but making is better. It's actually a major project of mine to get rid of the accademicisms that normally creep into my style. The high number of typos are due to the fact I use an extremely bare-bones program to type (I'm highly susceptible to distractions, so having just a b...

"I have used Golobrian portals to move two divisions of Royal cavalry to a position here." Thorsen had fashioned a simulacra of the valleys around Villach in dancing flames, and used a thick, broken-nailed finger to point to a hillside, concealed by a rise from the approach of the Republic...

Jan woke up with a start, attempted to launch himself out of bed, tangled himself in his blankets, then landed on an incredibly hard stone floor. "Coffee's on the boiler," said an old man, one crooked claw pointing at a steaming pot. Thorsen. The old man was Thorsen. "Uh, thank you, s...

There really needs to be a stealth god. I've given up playing stabbers because the later stages of the game are such a nightmare.

Things are hostile to you because you're the last in a long line of mass murdering psychopaths that have attempted to murder, butcher, then eat the dungeons inhabitants since time immemorial. Seriously - take an objective view on your actions in an average game of crawl. You kill everyone, often in ...

I don't like the idea of cutting down species - frankly, I can't think of two I'd play in the same way. I mean, take Centaurs and high elf hunters, for instance. In the first case, I usually go for AC and don't worry about magic. In the second case, I usually try and get some translocation spells go...

A vacuum vault full of moon trolls genuinely sounds like a brilliant idea to me. You could have it as a portal. In the entrance-way there would be a stack of potions that would confer the 'unbreathing' status. If you run out of time, you should take 5% hp damage every turn until you leave. No fire m...

"I have no opinion." "Come on, Dorcas, opinions are like aresholes. Even aristocrats have them." The old man poked at the fire roughly with a length of steel. "Or do you bluebloods hire someone to do the shitting for you?" "I see you've grown no more tasteful with ...

Jan shivered in the strange despair that you sometimes feel after a strong electric shock. They had been attacked by a beast composed of clouds and writhing filaments that had dropped down from the thunderheads as they had forged a path over a peak. It had twisted in and out of sight, chitinous claw...

If I made less mistakes, I'd be effected with less of a ruddy, rogued, alcoholic's countenance. Apologies this one is so short - it's just fairly self-contained, and I liked the end-point. =============================================== They spent two days trecking north, hiding in drizzled bushes a...

Hopefully with less ladies effected by the lead-content of their rogue. ========================== "What the hell is that?" Jan looked at the small hovering shape, like a black jellyfish, creaking in the inconstant wind. "A blimp. Small one. Probably scouting for someone." "...

>You're going to want to study the meaning of the word 'effect' a little more. Again, my face. I probably need to proof-read a little more carefully. The setting isn't exactly real world, but there are a load of reference points. Basically, Villach is in a similar location to where it is IRL, except...

>And that, boys and girls, is why they are called roguelikes. Boy is my face rogue. Can't believe I missed that. Anyway, further stuff since the preceding chapter was so short. ====================================================================== "This, is disgusting." "Yeah." J...

It was a strange, grey fog-shadowed day, and it was the day in which Jan met Dorcas. Women in Villach fell into two categories, with an unhappy middle. The first, rogued and pale-faced with powder, preened bare-breasted from doorways, calling prices out harshly; women who fought in alleyways and pul...

Update: In which Jan has a sinister dream. ================================================ Jan spluttered, and lurched back in his chair. "Why is he here?" "Apologizing," said George, in his deep, calm, voice. Jan flinched, and moved so the chair was between him and George. &quo...

>The faces...had been...walking? No doubt why they looked so unhappy. Walking on your face is terrible for the complexion. ----------------------------------- "Ol' Screws himself, eh?" said one of Mr Kolhass' men, Hoarson, Jan thought it was. "Who's Old Screws?" asked Jan. "...

Mainly I was calling this a DCSS fanfic because it's DCSS that does all the work. Failure to acknowledge this would be basically ripping off other people's writing. All the world-building (in terms of cosmology, mechanics, entities involved) is already done. Demons and their subdivisions, gods and o...

[UPDATE] https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9895445/1/And-Strife-is-Justice I put it on fanfiction.net because I've been doing a lot of re-reads to try and deal with all of the Chekov cluster-bomblets I've left littered all over the story, and gave it a badass new title ('And Strife is Justice') in the tr...

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