It's Been A Long Time We've waited a long time for Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor. Old-timers like myself, who fondly remember the original Pool of Radiance and the rest of the classic SSI Gold Box Dungeons & Dragons games, have been sitting on their hands for 13 years in anticipation of a sequel. Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor. For posts concerning Stormfront Studios' Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor. Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor Walkthrough Welcome to our Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor walkthrough! Simply click any of the links within the navigation bar to the right and you will be brought to the respective area. Navigate to “Local files” tab and press “Browse local files.” button. Now you need to find the folder with Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor executable. In the example picture they are located in Binaries / Retail subfolder.
First up, we've got Carl's review of Pool of Radiance, and before you pass it on up assuming that he utterly slams the game (I mean, he did call it poop of radiance for a few weeks in his column), know that Carl has covered the pluses and minuses of this game, and he's laid out what I think is a fair criteria for guessing whether or not you'd find the game in its current state fun or not. He was also kind enough to put up some expanded screens of gameplay, so you can get a sense at least of how good the game at least looks. Enjoy.
Author:Carrie Bebris [Bebris, Carrie]
Publisher: Fanversion Publishing
At first light, the party set out for the southwest ruins. They entered the ghost shrine to hear Anorrweynâs spirit still repeating her lonely, sorrowful call.
âWhere are the followers of Mystra?â The cry seemed to echo off the intangible walls.
Faeril stepped forward, holding out the medallion she wore around her neck. âHere, priestess! Mystraâs faithful still walk this earth. I am Faeril, but one of Our Ladyâs many servants.â
Goosebumps prickled Kestrelâs arms as she waited to see whether the elven spirit would respond. The room fell unnaturally silent. No sounds from outside seemed to penetrate the spectral building, and those who stood within scarcely dared to breathe.
A faint scent stole into the air. Kestrel inhaled the musky perfume, searching her mind to identify the familiar fragrance. Gardenias.
Moments later, the slender figure of a woman appearedâat first dim and wavering, then brighter and steadier. A small nose, high cheekbones and a soft mouth set off the large turquoise eyes that dominated her heart-shaped face. Long, dark tresses cascaded over her shoulders, disappearing behind the silky fabric of her close-fitting green gown. Though an emerald ferronniere crowned her forehead, in truth Anorrweyn Evensong needed no adornment.
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Kestrel absently ran her fingers through her short, boyish locks. The priestessâs understated elegance made the rogue suddenly self-conscious of her own rough-and-tumble appearance. Kestrel knew that while she might have the dexterity of a cat, sheâd never possess one-tenth Anorrweynâs grace. In the past, women like this gentle elf made her feel defensive, but somehow this spirit struck a chord in her.
âFaeril.â The elven spirit smiled and extended her hand toward the cleric. Her fingertips came within inches of Faerilâs face but did not touch it. âYou are truly a daughter of Mystra?â
âYes, priestess. Your sect has suffered hardship but yet survives.â
âI had feared the spinning centuries had put an end to Our Ladyâs worship.â Anorrweynâs gaze swept the group. âThese are your companions?â
The spirit then studied the party one member at a time, briefly assessing each person as Faeril made introductions. When Anorrweynâs eyes met Kestrelâs, the thief felt warmth and peace pass through her. âYou are the heroes who freed the remains of my temple from the evil creatures who laid claim to it.â Anorrweynâs voice had lost its melancholy timbre, and its tones now fell soft as spring rain. âHow may I aid you in return? Speak quicklyâmy foothold in your time is light.â
Corran removed his helm and genuflected before her. âThe Mythal is in jeopardy, priestess. Evildoers have corrupted its magic and harnessed its power for their own diabolical ends.â
âYes, I feel them, even through the years. They have raised an abomination under the very seat of the coronal, an abomination that cracks stone and earth in its hunger.â She extended her hand toward the paladin. âRise, holy knight.â Mcasmr. regan's educational website.
Corran obeyed. Though his large form physically dwarfed the priestess, it was she who exuded more presence. âThey plan to overtake first Myth Drannor and then all FaerÃ»n,â Corran continued, âraising a dracolich to ultimate dominion over all.