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It isn't easy, but I'm convinced now that to really appreciate the game, Hard is the only way
Now ghouls in there aren't your usual flesh rotting walking corpses, they got more muscle mass than what you would expect from something that feeds on the dead, so they're goddamn hard to take down
Now, for those of you who don't know, in The Witcher there are 3 types of sword fighting styles: Hard, Fast and Group
Hard: for heavy strong foes, sacrifices speed for blow strength
Fast: for agile foes, sacrifices blow strength for speed
Group: for groups of foes (duh!), sacrifices blow strength even more than Fast
Also, there are two types of blades:
Steel: to battle humans
Silver: to battle monsters
Now as it was the case for this crypt, I had no silver blade...
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Before entering the crypt I make sure to read the bestiary entry for ghouls on my journal:
-hard type is the recommended style (no problem), plus use of necrophage oils (oh shit!) on the silver blade (now I'm fucked!)
First time I enter the crypt, it is dark as fuck, but the journal reads "no problem, pick up a torch OR use a Cat Eye potion"
well FML, what is a Cat Eye potion and why don't I have a 100 of them in my satchel beats me, but I venture into the crypt anyway, looking for a torch to pick up but I can't find shit, "oh well," I think, "I'll probably be able to see something in there" but to my surprise, I can't make out anything in there, it really gets pitch black 20 steps in, and you can hear noises coming from the depths of the chamber.
Well, I move in anyway and hear the first ghoul coming towards me, rotting smell taking over the place. Not knowing the battle ground ahead, I lead it to what little light the crypt door lets in.
After a small fight I bring the fucker down, it feels easy, gives me confidence, but now I have to walk deeper into the chamber of Pitch Black country, so my plan is that, whatever I'll find there I'll lead towards the entrance to see what the fuck I'm up against.
I walk down a hallway and BAM!, I can hear something coming out of the ground behind me!
Two foul beasts it is, they have blocked my way out to the entrance so the plan is fucked!
I can only make out their eyes in the dark and so, none the coward, I slash away, but as it is two of them, Hard style isn't going to make it.
I try to make a break for it, but it's too late, I fall victim to the claws of the third ghoul.
Second time, third time, fourth time and fifth time come and go with no success, by the sixth time I have finally beaten the 3 ghouls, I've figured out where they come from and was able lead them to the enlighted part of the crypt, but even with my regenerative powers, I am left pretty beaten up, so I wait for a bit to regain some health and then I walk into the crypt's rapemain chamber ... there, by the farthest wall of the room, glowing in that hellish darkness, I see what looks like a magical rock!
I feel hopeful, but I leave my guard down and let hope take the best of me! I foolishly rush into the room to savor whatever arcane secrets that stone has and before I can touch the damn thing to unlock its powers I find myself surrounded by three ghouls who make short work of me.
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I recall it says on the journal that in a Witcher's line of work, Alchemy takes a very important role, so on what would have been my seventh try at the crypt, I decide to create potions, but so far I can only recognize one type of flower in the area, and don't know many formulae that can help me during combat.
Conveniently, a vendor at the local inn has a book on local herbs, but I don't have enough to pay him.
Also, a witch who lives in a hut by the town outskirts has a book on certain potions, yet I can't afford it aswell.
It is so I that I'm forced to get involved in activities frowned upon by the common townsfolk: fist fights and poker dice to gather up some onars, plus the odd contract to kill lesser beasts.
After several days of bum punching and dice rollinghard work, I'm able to buy both books (around 400 orens), and spend some time manly picking daisiescollecting ingredients for my alchemy.
Potions in The Witcher use alcohol as base, the stronger/better quality of the alcohol, the more the potion lasts and the stronger its effects.
I start a fire by the crypt, this time sure of my success, gathering some of the best beer this shithole of a town has to offer to use as base for my potions:
-Cat Eye
-Swallow: accelerates the regeneration of Vitality
-Tawny Owl: significantly increases Endurance regeneration
-Thunderbolt: increases damage inflicted on opponents by 100%, but reduces dodging and parrying efficiency by 50% each.
After meditating until midnight, I step into the crypt...
The first thing I do is walking into the pitch black and drinking the Cat Eye, the whole place becomes clear as day, I can see every corner of the crypt, every detail, it is awesome! And so I face the first ghoul, I stab him like a boss and he goes down easy.
Now, the wretched hallway where the two ghouls appeared behind my back... I drink the Swallow and Tawny Owl, those fuckers won't now what hit'em. I walk in, sword in hand, as if I didn't know who or where I'd be attacked from... they fell for it!
I switch over to Nine Sun Swords (fancy for Group style) and start to cut the flesh of both ghouls simultaneously in a fiery dance of lethal moves. I am slashed in the face by their unholy claws several times, but I make damn sure they pay for it!
Three down, three to go. This time, I'll be the one who will take them by surprise!
I rush into the rapemain chamber, as I did before, only this time, before they gather around me, I drink the Thunderbolt potion.
Meanwhile, my gut tells me something's wrong, the Swallow and Tawny Owl potions have started to wear off earlier than expected, making me feel weaker by the minute.
Nevertheless, I push forward with my plan, the Nine Sun Swords and the new potion make me land hard strikes on the multiple unholy beasts, but then, the horror! I notice I'm getting hit more than usual! What kind of trickery is this?
And so I recall, from the potion book: Thunderbolt: increases damage inflicted on opponents by 100%, but reduces dodging and parrying efficiency by 50% each,
Now, it is I who is getting tore apart 50 PERCENT FASTER THAN BEFORE!
I try to run like a pussyretreat to learn from my mistakes and fight another day, but it is futile, I am defeated, once again.
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So close yet so far, this time I will spare no expense. I go to the inn and order the strongest of their alcohol, so all potions will last longer. I also visit a dwarf blacksmith who had offered to sell me a blade oil before, one that, he says, would cause crippling pain to a wounded creature and that's illegal in some places.
With these in my satchel, I head to the fireplace near the crypt, and craft all the aforementioned potions except for the Thunderbolt, this time, I will use Blizzard: improves reflexes and reaction time, allowing a witcher to better parry and evade attacks. It slows down time, making the witcher's movement faster and everything else slower reads the potion book.
I would not fail once more.
Enter the crypt for the eighth time, and the first thing I do is to use the oil on my sword's blade, it smells bad and has a sick yellow color to it. After that, I switch to Temerian Devil, Hard style stance.
Next, Cat Eye, Swallow and Tawny Owl down and before you know it, first ghoul aswell.
Then I rush into the hallway and switch over to Nine Sun Swords style, to meet with two ghouls about to be put out of their misery in a choreography of epileptic sword slashes.
I'm kicking ass, but that is just the appetizer, the main dish is about to be served. Before stepping into the rapemain chamber, I make sure I loot the ghouls' remains, after all, my employers need proof of my success.
I walk, not run, into the cursed last chamber. After 10 steps, out of the ground, the three rotten creeps step out, hunger burning in their red eyes.
I walk towards them, they do so towards me. I let them surround me while I await in my Nine Sun Swords stand.
Before they jump on me, driven mad by the smell of living fresh meat, I take out the ace up my sleeve... I drink the Blizzard potion!
And then... Time takes a break in that accursed tomb, I move like a feather in a windstorm, my sword cutting the rotting undead everywhere, in a synchronized conga of fury, a samba of vengeance, I am the fucking Queen of the Parade!
Their claws cannot touch me and I can't stop swinging my sword until I shower in their putrid blood and the mossy floor has claimed their remains!
THIS IS MADNESSECSTASY!
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I am the victor!
tl;dr: The Witcher owns!
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