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Ravensword Journey: Part 2



    Hey, everyone. It's been a cold day here at the green retreat with a high of 44 degrees and a crisp wind. This made it a good day for gaming. I finished my current game which is called Ravensword 2: Shadowlands.
     I think the peasants in the town of Aven are either bashful or forbidden to speak to the gentry. Either way, it hurts my feelings. I was glad to sell my boar hides to a lady, though. They were beginning to stink pretty bad and I got some gold coins for them. But wow, things are high when you are buying, too. For instance, I had to give 1550 pieces of gold for a wooden bow. Heck, when I was a kid, I'd make my own and pretend to be Tarzan of the Apes.
     Another odd thing about this game is the state of disrepair that the bridges are in. Who is responsible for this? Heck, here in the U.S. of A. the roads are getting pretty bad. I guess that there is no money for them. The government has wasted so much money for so long, there is little left for infrastructure.
     Back to the game. Be sure that you keep plenty of food in your bag. Some of the campaigns are lengthy and it is a bummer to have to leave a battle in order to eat.
     The Archmage has sent me all over the kingdom, hunting for Ravenstones... and then the Ravensword. But I am getting ahead of myself.
    Since we last 'talked' I had to go to the swamps and fight T-Rex and his buddies. I found that the fire I shoot from my right hand really put the hurt on the monsters. Then I went to the castle of Roi-Dan, which was full of undesirables. I had to clean it out a bit before I recovered the Ravenstone hidden there.
     I bought a cool horse, a Palomino that comes when I whistle. It wasn't long before I desired a faster mode of travel and I obtained a huge Falcon that I flew around on. While I was getting the hang of flying the big rascal, it helped when I took off from promontories, the best one being at a cliff in "The Terraces". While there I went for a swim in a waterfall and struck up an acquaintance with "The Lady of the Lake", similar to the one in Arthurian legend. She gave me some info when I gave her the password "Earth and Sky".
     I had to go to the frozen North and fight a bunch of Ice Giants who were rude, anti-social and towered over my slender frame. While there I had to fight my way through an old mine. There was a bunch of semi-humans in the mine who traveled on all fours and considered me a toothsome delicacy.
       Somewhere or other I bought a pterodactyl and was able to fly that dude all over the place in my quests. That really felt cool. I had to use it for recon because I couldn't find the hidden path to "The Crags". A guy named Cribbons was hiding there and I needed some knowledge from the old hermit. The path to his place is hidden behind a statue of a warrior's face in the swamps close to Roi-Dan's bachelor pad.
      I rode my horse on a frozen river, fought polar bears and a giant snake who lived in a swimming pool. It was the scariest thing I've seen in a pool since Bill Murray pulled that Baby Ruth candy bar from the pool in Caddy Shack and then ate it. Ha, ha.
      In the crags, I had to steal Pteradactyl eggs for Cribbons. Their folks didn't like it. All Cribbons did to help was sit around and eat crab meat. Those crabs were huge and I can see why guys would come back from the Navy, when I was a kid, and talk about the crabs like they were fierce.
      I had to go The Wastelands and fight some strange fur-less animals. I took their hides to a guy that perpetually stayed at his campfire, eating. He reminded me of today's men, except he wasn't watching Football. Not far away from him I found an old chum from my youth called Marissa. She showed me the way past the smoking tar pits and into the realm of the elves. While in their caves I had to accept a personal challenge from their Prince who talked a good fight but who just didn't have the goods to be in a knife-fight with yours truly. I spared his life and thus gained great 'Face'. By the way, they keep up with your reputation in this game. Be aware that breaking into houses does little to enhance your standing in the community.
     After a protracted struggle, the Archmage opened a doorway into The Shadowlands where a ugly goober ruled. He looks like Count Dracula after he'd been in prison for a long time. His place really sucked. There was lava pits and skulls laying around. I finally figured out that I had to turn right and jump from place to place, getting higher, until I brought the creature to bay at his pad above a pit. You'll know you're there when you have to climb on some tree roots.
      Hey, let me give you some strategy. As soon as possible, get a crossbow and the stone which allows you to shoot fire from your right hand. Then go to Grim's Pass. When you appear there you'll be on a slope. You can stand there and shoot arrows at trolls which will build up your XP points and skills. Use your magic stone a lot too and build up its power. With these two weapons built up, you can beat any of the trashy denizens of this hurting country.
     Hey, when I defeated the Elfin Prince I felt like mimicking Doc Holliday from the movie Tombstone. "Poor fellow, the pressure was more than he could bear."
      Anyway, it is a good game. Unfortunately, it is no longer a paltry 99 cents, but a hefty $6.99. It is well worth that, though it is certainly not without its bugs. Goodnight from the author's green retreat.
I'm CE Wills. 

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