CoonerTheRed
Diabloii.Net Member
SCD- day 1
The first rays of sunshine peered over the horizon as six lone warriors gathered around the fire. The mighty barbarian hefted his sword; new steel for an old dog. The amazon inspected her mighty wooden javs slowly, tired from her travels as only old bones can be. The young palidin crouched down against the stone wall, amazed at the sheer numbers of years of experience surrounding him. The assassin twirled her blades, her arthritis-slowed fingers remembering the feel of her weapons, and nervously checking the worn burlap bag of traps slung over her shoulder. The sorceress adjusted her reading glasses and poured over an old book, mumbling to herself under her breath. And the druid just stood peacefully, warming his hands at the fire. Each was wizened beyond his years, and even the young palidin had many a summer destroying evil under his cracked sash. Each had heeded the call of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye, traveling from far and wide to be there in the time of the Rogue's need. They had come from places like the cattle-grazing lands of Yootika, the sour mash fields of Ten-nessie, and even the great cities like York.
Warriv, the old travelor in blue, approached, and let the warriors know that the last of their group was approaching. Sure enough, the creak of old bones and a walker warned the group of the last member of their company before they could see him. At last Grandpa, the old necromancer made his way out from inside the tent.
Warriv welcomed them all by name, and thanked them for coming. At last, the untwinked fellowship known only as the Senior Citizen's Division had begun.
The first night of SCD began without a hitch, with exactly 7 people to play each of the 7 characters (with some messing up of names/chars... this is the SCD, i don't have to have short term memory to play with these guys, but sorry anyway :lol: ):
SCD_PoetsRage (our fearless leader WarriorPoet as the conc/bo barb)
SCD-Cooner (myself the veang/conv pali)
SCD-ofTEB (Stinger the trappassin)
SCD-Kelicc (Kelicc the fire sorc)
SCD-Skunkwind (i think... Skunkbelly the druid)
javs-SCD (Dahkar the javazon ? But i think he changed the name...)
SCD-Grandpa (our poison necro... was this Kenshin? help me out here)
For most of the night, all went well, with only a few close scares by the fast-moving Grandpa and our resident tank, Poet'sRage. The den and Blood Raven were quickly taken care of, Cain was rescued, and all went as planned for most of the game. Rares were falling like flies (and the countess even dropped a uni bow) so items were passed around and divied up. With the exception of a few teamwork issues and general strategy questions, the team quickly morphed into a well-oiled killing machine, taking monsters out faster than they could spawn.
All went well, until the last 10 minutes of play, when yours truely had the good fortune (and stupidity) to get trapped in the chaos between a wall and a particularly rough LE monster in Cat 1, and find the deeds screen. (All bets of whether Gramps or Poet would eat it first were proven wrong.) I feel it's good to get that one out of my system.... NO MORE DYING!
However, despite the death, I think a good time was had by all, and that this team should mold nicely into a unit. It was nice to see the mountain of gear strewn all over town, with people taking as they needed and dropping as they didn't. Two thumbs up to a great night of coop- and I'm definitely looking forward to next week.
(ps- due to dumb luck, and Stinger and Kelicc's donations of Cooner part 1's loot to SCD-Cooner part 2, I'm back up to lvl 14 at the Inner Cloisters wp. In the first game I created to clear the den, I was quickly joined by 5 or 6 others, and we had a pretty decent experience questing together (for a pubbie). Cooner 2 is (of course) untwinked (only has the gear Stinger and Kelicc donated plus a rare or two I found in questing to catch up) and is looking forward to running with the old dogs
)
The first rays of sunshine peered over the horizon as six lone warriors gathered around the fire. The mighty barbarian hefted his sword; new steel for an old dog. The amazon inspected her mighty wooden javs slowly, tired from her travels as only old bones can be. The young palidin crouched down against the stone wall, amazed at the sheer numbers of years of experience surrounding him. The assassin twirled her blades, her arthritis-slowed fingers remembering the feel of her weapons, and nervously checking the worn burlap bag of traps slung over her shoulder. The sorceress adjusted her reading glasses and poured over an old book, mumbling to herself under her breath. And the druid just stood peacefully, warming his hands at the fire. Each was wizened beyond his years, and even the young palidin had many a summer destroying evil under his cracked sash. Each had heeded the call of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye, traveling from far and wide to be there in the time of the Rogue's need. They had come from places like the cattle-grazing lands of Yootika, the sour mash fields of Ten-nessie, and even the great cities like York.
Warriv, the old travelor in blue, approached, and let the warriors know that the last of their group was approaching. Sure enough, the creak of old bones and a walker warned the group of the last member of their company before they could see him. At last Grandpa, the old necromancer made his way out from inside the tent.
Warriv welcomed them all by name, and thanked them for coming. At last, the untwinked fellowship known only as the Senior Citizen's Division had begun.
The first night of SCD began without a hitch, with exactly 7 people to play each of the 7 characters (with some messing up of names/chars... this is the SCD, i don't have to have short term memory to play with these guys, but sorry anyway :lol: ):
SCD_PoetsRage (our fearless leader WarriorPoet as the conc/bo barb)
SCD-Cooner (myself the veang/conv pali)
SCD-ofTEB (Stinger the trappassin)
SCD-Kelicc (Kelicc the fire sorc)
SCD-Skunkwind (i think... Skunkbelly the druid)
javs-SCD (Dahkar the javazon ? But i think he changed the name...)
SCD-Grandpa (our poison necro... was this Kenshin? help me out here)
For most of the night, all went well, with only a few close scares by the fast-moving Grandpa and our resident tank, Poet'sRage. The den and Blood Raven were quickly taken care of, Cain was rescued, and all went as planned for most of the game. Rares were falling like flies (and the countess even dropped a uni bow) so items were passed around and divied up. With the exception of a few teamwork issues and general strategy questions, the team quickly morphed into a well-oiled killing machine, taking monsters out faster than they could spawn.
All went well, until the last 10 minutes of play, when yours truely had the good fortune (and stupidity) to get trapped in the chaos between a wall and a particularly rough LE monster in Cat 1, and find the deeds screen. (All bets of whether Gramps or Poet would eat it first were proven wrong.) I feel it's good to get that one out of my system.... NO MORE DYING!
However, despite the death, I think a good time was had by all, and that this team should mold nicely into a unit. It was nice to see the mountain of gear strewn all over town, with people taking as they needed and dropping as they didn't. Two thumbs up to a great night of coop- and I'm definitely looking forward to next week.
(ps- due to dumb luck, and Stinger and Kelicc's donations of Cooner part 1's loot to SCD-Cooner part 2, I'm back up to lvl 14 at the Inner Cloisters wp. In the first game I created to clear the den, I was quickly joined by 5 or 6 others, and we had a pretty decent experience questing together (for a pubbie). Cooner 2 is (of course) untwinked (only has the gear Stinger and Kelicc donated plus a rare or two I found in questing to catch up) and is looking forward to running with the old dogs
)
