I can't remember which of the rings was the Akara one. There are 11 rings in the Atma stash named A HC ITAMZ, to which so far only he has contributed. The Azure Ring of Light could have been it. It has +10 AR, Cold Res 5%, and +1 to Light Radius. Does Akara give rings of a fixed item level? His highest ilevel is a 7, a Beryl Ring with +8 Poison Res. Whatever it was, it didn't strike me as a great sacrifice not to be wearing...
My Compilation Tourney character just found a Crude Sash, which promptly broke. I unequipped it and the potions popped out - then was able to re-equip it and fill those slots again. Then threw it on the ground & picked it up & tried again to make sure that just having it in the stash wasn't causing it to 'remember' somehow. And it still works to carry potions. So now a broken Crude Sash will go into that stash in case Fil really gets to feeling the need to tie a ribbon around his waist to carry an extra row.
After rescueing the rogue encampment, his task of saving the world was far from over. His travels now took him to a desert town called Lut Gholein. There he encountered his first problem almost immediately upon arrival...
The rogue that helped him carrying his gold wanted to travel no further. "Why should i?" she said. My sisters are free now. "I do not care for the faith of the rest of the world. We are a far away place and evil shall overlook us". No she certainly was not as good of heart as our trusted BloteBert.
This left BloteBert with a huge problem. One that he grudgingly admitted, could only be solved in one way. And that was to hire one of the mercenaries in town. Less trustworthy folk is hard to find, but he didn't have a choice.
So he went up to the guy that seemed to be in charge and said he wanted to hire the best he had. "Ha" the mercenaryleader said "My men are the finest money can buy. Each and every one of them will be well worth your gold". BloteBert couldn't disagree more. "I guess we have different standards. Those so called 'finest' can hardly even defend this pathetic little town of yours." he said. "But as i do need the help i have little choice. Are there any of your men who have close relatives that are being held captive by evil?" BloteBert asked.
The overfed mercenary didn't know what to do, or how to act. First this weird naked guy insults his business and now, rather then asking for their fighting skills, he wants to know about the family of the ones he has for hire? When he finally came back to his senses, he stumbled: "Most of my men have lost family to evil. But they hardly take any prisoners. Still, there may be one. Chalan's wife got dragged into the desert sands, when she went to get some drinking water from the well. His kid was smart enough not to try and rescue her, but stay hidden as he would've had no chance of making it out alive. Whether his wife is still alive is anyone's guess. But Chalan certainly believes that he will get her back one day. Why do you ask?"
BloteBert responded that he believes those men will fight harder, as they have so much to loose, and also so much to gain. Still that didn't mean he'd trust that Chalan fellow. However, out there in the desert there was little Chalan could do. There was simply nowhere to run. Only when getting into close proximity of bigger and smaller residents he'd have to be careful. Even then, if Chalan somehow got help from the townguards he was confident his army of undead could take them out.
First evil didnīt even come from outside the town, but from underneath it. So pointed there by an old woman, he swore to avenge her pain. There he encountered a soul that loved to be surrounded by undead just as much as he did. In another time and place maybe they couldīve been friends. However this Radament had chosen to support the dark side and BloteBert was bound by an oath to help the old woman on her quest. Thus there was only one thing he could do: attack.
After taking care of business. He ventured into the desert. There, hidden deep inside a maggot lair he found a piece of the staff that old graybeard he saved earlier had been talking about. Oh crap! He was supposed to find some kind of rubics cube first. "I knew i should've taken the third sandhill to the left. Not the fourth." he thought. So he backtracked a while until he found the structure that should contain the cube. Upon entering he was pleasantly surprised. "Hmm, with a little paint and some redecorating this could make a very nice home." But with the world in peril there was no time to take measurments and visit furnitureshops. Finally he managed to find the sparkling chest that was said to contain this mystical cube. But when he opened it: nothing! Could the old man be lying? Could he be a demon in disguise? Time to head back to Lut Gholein for some answers!
After travelling back he confronted the old man. "Oh yeah" Cain, as the old man was called, said "Now that you mention it. I forgot to tell you the chest has a double bottom. I am very sorry, but at my age my memory isn't what it once was. I am very sorry you had to travel all the way back and hope you can forgive an old man." So BloteBert once again travelled back to the chest and inspected it more closely this time. As much as he was displeased with having to travel back and forth, he was glad the old man spoke the truth so he didn't have to kill him. And while he would rather stay here in his home-to-be, there was little chance of living here in peace as long as the prime evils were still roaming the world.
Checking back with the townsfolk it appeared trouble was once again coming from within. This time from the palace cellars. So he cleared those and somehow ended up in some kind of bizarre dimension. He wished he had time to study it, but with evil spreading, there was no time. So he tried finding an exit of this place. After hitting some dead-ends he finally found what seemed to be the right direction. By now, he knew this had to be the work of the amongst necromancers legendary Horazon. Oh, how he'd love to meet him! The things he could learn. Sadly, all he found was some deluded fool who just thought he was the great Horazon. As reason seemed lost on him, there was nothing left to do, then put him out of his misery.
Now it's time to put this staff he put together to good use. Once the ground stopped shaking he noticed an opening that wasn't there before. Curious as BB is, he entered. Boy was he sorry! After seeing giant maggots in the maggotlair he thought he'd seen it all. But no, here he saw a bug that was big. Did i say big? I mean huge! And strong too! It took out his beloved skeletons with little effort. After a few trips to gather more and also one ressurection for Chalan, he finally managed to take that ugly thing down. Suddenly the air around him also seemed much less cold.
Venturing deeper into the cavern he found someone claiming to be Tyrael. That guy got himself captured and still had the nerve to tell Blote he'd expected him earlier! So much for gratitude. Luckily the leader of the town had better manners and thanked him for saving his town.
It seems like he now had to leave his beloved desert behind and follow evil into the jungle. He'd rather follow them to hell, but hey, with any luck he'd see that too.
Alrighty, this got a lot longer than i expected, so in case this was to long for you: BloteBert finished act 2.
While writing this at some point i was thinking that it was more like writing a book then the journey of the character. But i was just having to much fun trying to write a cool somewhat related story, which also explains why it got a bit lenghty.
I'm sure my stories will get shorter after normal as then it will be pretty much a repeat of previous acts (with the exception of any NDE's and such).
^Yeah, that's pretty much what writing up a sept feels like, when you try to do a story with it. Everything winds up twice as long because you're making up 95% of it as you write. Very fun, though. It was a good read, too
After a long hiatus BloteBert made some more progress. While hell was nice and toasty, BB didn't like this act. Treading around in the freezing cold and snow looking for some statues is not his favourite passtime. The act itself was easy. Only thing is that poison took quite a bit of life, even at this point in the game. This will surely be something to watch out for when damage goes up, and resists go down.