TAKE HEED AND BEAR WITNESS TO THE TRUTHS THAT LIE HEREIN, FOR THEY ARE
THE LAST LEGACY OF THE HORADRIM...

Act 3 Hell sucks for Javazons. Kheperkare was soon to discover this as
se ventured out to the Spider Forest waypoint one rainy afternoon, level
21 Valk and Might Merc with Insight stick in tow.

"Still," she said to herself, unconsciously echoing her famous
spear-wielding sister, "onward and - well, onward."

The merc and Valk weren't the most coherent (or even talkative) of
company as Kheperkare slogged her way through the Forest, fortunately
finding a short way through the Marsh to enter the Flayer Jungle. She
decided not to hunt down any of Khalim's Giblets today ("I can kill the
Council and cheese the Durance waypoint off of someone, right?"),
instead using her cube to sling phat purples and flawed gems into.

Lower Kurast was much of a muchness with the rest: almost all lightning
immunes.

"I swear," Kheperkare complained, "this Act is like trying to debate
with a religious extremist -
expend all the effort in the world and not get very far!"

Finally she discovered the waypoint, tucked away in the northwest
corner.

"So what've we got to show for all that hard work?" the Valk asked.

Kheperkare examined the contents of her stash and cube.
"Hmmm. A few phat purples, some nondescript gems, a Tir rune, and - oh
look. Isenhart's f.cking Case again!"