I had a taste of the paranoid dynamics of the necromancer fooling himself that he is good. Immersion (and probably a germ of insanity on me, the player) combined deliciously.
My Young Necro went out hunting with a Young Prydean (Since I was 6, I was always attracted to Tom's girlfriends in Tom & Jerry toons). I found how underpowered is the Necromancer trying to hunt with only Strange Arrow. Things were taking ages, the young Prydean must have thought I was lucky she was around to save me if I started doing even worst. No been able to tenderize the targets, or improve myself with PHP or IVM, I was getting hit all too frequently. Not being able to use SV to regain my vitality made me end up a bloody mess. Every time an enemy felt, I had to restrain my knife from performing Rituals.
I found myself biting my tongue (or typing fingers) so I would not ask how she felt about necromancy or necromancers (as a prelude to an "I am Batman!" moment). But I realize I could not risk her running to town and telling everybody about her suspicious or discovery of my real Guild (specially in Theren).
The experience was frustrating and nerve wrecking to me. It gave me a glimpse of the handicap put in the "Good Necro". Blast the Gods! I want to hunt with Acid, Improve Reactions, Hardened Skull and Hide, stealing life force and even feasting on my enemies and, eventually, with an Undead Companion by my side.
My friendships, my friends and my Community life be dammed!
Loved it!
Carlos
