» Tue May 17, 2011 12:22 am I joined the Mages Guild today, and took my first quest... and fell in love with this game. So, fresh out of PIrvateer's hold, elven flail in my hand, basic healing spell in my book, I marched out to The Citadel of Wolstock (or something like that) and was ready for my first dungeon delve to kill a rogue atronach. I was doing great, having a blast, killing rats, warriors, bats, and a few slaughter fish. I rested when I ran low on magic points and healed with my new spell whenever the occasion arised. However, my frolicking in this dungeon would soon come to end once I delved deeper. About 2/3 of the way through the dungeon, I was still battling the dillema of which shiny pair of steel boots I liked better (because I only had so much space in my backpack and stupid me forgot the wagon) when, instinctively, I saved... over the file that was outside of the dungeon. I thought, that's no big deal, I'm doing great. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, in response to my cliche, everything went wrong. Soon, I began encountering orcs. It was a nice change of pace from the warriors and rats whom I had been wading through so far, but they were taking large chunks out of my health. So, I instinctively rested to get my health back up to full before going into the next hallway. There was a problem, though, at some point in the dungeon, I had contracted the plague. However, I had rested 10 hours before symptoms arose. So, I reloaded my save, and thought, "Well you have ten hours to finish up this quest and book it out of here." For about the next few (real life) hours I rigorously battled enemies, my magicka, the twisting dungeon, and time. However, battered, beaten and broken, I finally found the damned thing. It was a bit anti-climactic, but at that point I didn't care. I had one hour before the plague hit me, and i had to hoof it all the way back through the dungeon.
As I broke the surface and breathed the fresh air again, I got the message. "I have contracted the plague." I pulled up my map, and looked for the closest temple. Luckily for me, there was one just two pixels east of the cave. So I thought, what the hell it's two pixels, and tried fast traveling. As any Daggerfall vet would guess, I died. So, I reloaded and had to set out on foot. Unaware of my surroundings in the cold, pale, black night, I ran. I ran like I had never run before. The only noise I heard was the crunch of my feet upon the snow... or was it my heart racing at the fact that there was a very real possibility that, within the hour, I could die, cold, alone, and exhausted in the middle of a snowy barren wasteland from a disease that a small bit of foresight could have prevented. My fatigue was getting low. I had to slow down and walk, keep my energy up, not wear myself out for the plague to take me. I was beginning to lose hope when it came. "You are now entering The Eternal Sunrise of Kynareth." My heart jumped. However, I soon realized that the temple could be anywhere in this lone pixel on the map. Desperately, I continued onward in the same direction I was heading. Suddenly, though, an urge pointed me northward. Following that urge, beaten, battered, and broken, my eyes were set upon by the gleaming light of a window. Then a house! And finally the Temple of Kynareth! I rushed in and was willing to pay any price to the priest, anything to cure this disease.
500 Gold lighter, but with a renewed spirit, I returned to the city of Daggerfall, triumphant over my first dungeon, and taught many a valuable lesson about the cruel and fragile world of the Iliac Bay. Oh and the bastard quest giver short changed me on the reward by a good 200 gold. Cheap [censored]! <_<
Well, ladies and gentlemen, in response to my cliche, everything went wrong. Soon, I began encountering orcs. It was a nice change of pace from the warriors and rats whom I had been wading through so far, but they were taking large chunks out of my health. So, I instinctively rested to get my health back up to full before going into the next hallway. There was a problem, though, at some point in the dungeon, I had contracted the plague. However, I had rested 10 hours before symptoms arose. So, I reloaded my save, and thought, "Well you have ten hours to finish up this quest and book it out of here." For about the next few (real life) hours I rigorously battled enemies, my magicka, the twisting dungeon, and time. However, battered, beaten and broken, I finally found the damned thing. It was a bit anti-climactic, but at that point I didn't care. I had one hour before the plague hit me, and i had to hoof it all the way back through the dungeon.
As I broke the surface and breathed the fresh air again, I got the message. "I have contracted the plague." I pulled up my map, and looked for the closest temple. Luckily for me, there was one just two pixels east of the cave. So I thought, what the hell it's two pixels, and tried fast traveling. As any Daggerfall vet would guess, I died. So, I reloaded and had to set out on foot. Unaware of my surroundings in the cold, pale, black night, I ran. I ran like I had never run before. The only noise I heard was the crunch of my feet upon the snow... or was it my heart racing at the fact that there was a very real possibility that, within the hour, I could die, cold, alone, and exhausted in the middle of a snowy barren wasteland from a disease that a small bit of foresight could have prevented. My fatigue was getting low. I had to slow down and walk, keep my energy up, not wear myself out for the plague to take me. I was beginning to lose hope when it came. "You are now entering The Eternal Sunrise of Kynareth." My heart jumped. However, I soon realized that the temple could be anywhere in this lone pixel on the map. Desperately, I continued onward in the same direction I was heading. Suddenly, though, an urge pointed me northward. Following that urge, beaten, battered, and broken, my eyes were set upon by the gleaming light of a window. Then a house! And finally the Temple of Kynareth! I rushed in and was willing to pay any price to the priest, anything to cure this disease.
500 Gold lighter, but with a renewed spirit, I returned to the city of Daggerfall, triumphant over my first dungeon, and taught many a valuable lesson about the cruel and fragile world of the Iliac Bay. Oh and the bastard quest giver short changed me on the reward by a good 200 gold. Cheap [censored]! <_<
Gotta quote that one. Pretty epic for the first dungeon quest 0_0
And that post alone summarizes what's wrong with today's games. Lack of scale, realism and challenge.
