Rime of the Ancient Poisonmancer
Finally finished my poisonmancer, and I did a traditional writeup, but it seemed a little boring, so thought I'd spice it up a bit:
[highlight]The short, short version[/highlight]
80 str + 150 dex + 275 vit = healthy poisonmancer
60 poison + 1 CE + 20 skeletons + 10 curses + 3 piece Trang's = dead monsters
[highlight]The longer version[/highlight]
Finally finished my poisonmancer, and I did a traditional writeup, but it seemed a little boring, so thought I'd spice it up a bit:
[highlight]The short, short version[/highlight]
80 str + 150 dex + 275 vit = healthy poisonmancer
60 poison + 1 CE + 20 skeletons + 10 curses + 3 piece Trang's = dead monsters
[highlight]The longer version[/highlight]
Code:
The quest of Pyrshal starts deep in the West
To hunt the source of evil in its nest
With Deckard Cain to guide him on his way
He ventures forth to battle night and day
His early skills are spent to call undead
Who keep him safe as they run out ahead
His jewels of Envy clear entire fields
A prelude to the novas he will wield
He pauses at the monastery gate
A timely twink will seal Andariels fate
An angel's raiment made for quite a suit
But ravenclaw makes ev'rything else moot
Soon Warriv says, "The caravan's prepared"
The tasks of Lut Gholein were to be dared
The blasts of fire make quick work of the act
And all of Kurast too, in point of fact
At level thirty things become more fun
As novas power cannot be outdone
Out goes the bow and on a wand of 'White'
While skin of snakes and tarnhelm add some bite
His Merc's insight keeps mana needs at bay
So on they march despite D'ablo's dismay
Atop the mountain he will find the keep
And even Baal himself is put to sleep
So Pyrshal goes to rest his weary head
And wakes to find a very diff'rent bed
His progress 'gainst the primes has been a dream
But skills and loot are still his, it would seem
And so he starts the questing up again
Beginning with the clearing of the den
Along the way he wears his brand new gear
Girth, Claws, and Wing of Trang'Oul his most dear
Near fifty percent block's enough he felt
And eighty strength's enough to wear his belt
For all the rest he builds to fill up holes
With skills, resists, and MF as his goals
With hearty summons to protect his flank
His poison power he is free to crank
Again he rips right through the hordes of Hell
Until to Anya he can bid farewell
He rests again, a champion indeed
But Tyrael says, "Wait, we still have need"
This too has been a dream and you must wake
You're ready now, your true quest to partake
His anger mounts and soon must find a valve
Demolishing more fallen proves a salve
No more a pawn of angels nor their foes
To all things living he shall now oppose
His novas drain their life and then in spite
Explodes their corpses, much to his delight
No boss of hell can stand up to his wrath
And soon he finds the ancients in his path
They call to him with words that make him pause
"Give up your anger, and accept our cause
The worldstone must be saved or all is lost
The wars will rage again despite the cost"
He laughs at them: "Now stand aside buffoon,
To poison damage you are not immune
The hordes of hell are welcome on this plane
Above them AND the mortals I will reign"
Down to the throne he ran without delay
Until alone did Baal stand in his way
Baal said to him "Of you I have no fear
Resists and massive life will see me clear
I can survive your poison all day long
There are no corpses to help you along
How can you think that you will rule instead
When all who live hold me in highest dread"
He laughed and grinned at Baal, "You are so wrong
Have you not seen the fools I've brought along
Behind the golem and the wall of bone
Enough CB to see your large life blown"
It happened just as Pyrshal had it planned
Decrepify would make it almost bland
Baal's life was crushed until its nearly done
And Pyrshal finishes what he'd begun
So Tyrael comes down to him once more
And sees the worldstone damaged to its core
Dismayed at what he sees, he drops his head
And sees a blast of poison as it spreads...
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