The_Customizer

Woah, now I really am going to have to get this item!

Ah, that makes sense. Well, I guess it comes down to who wins the lottery then, in which case, I'll just try to buy it off them anyway.

With the new lottery up, I noticed there is an item that applies poison 10 permanently to your weapon. Would this stack with my Crimson haze, enabling me to have Poisoned 17 on my handcannon?

Erdathcath idly waits in the hall, hoping for her quest to start soon, suddenly a letter appears! Another lottery? And she could get yet another poison item? Erdathcath quickly signs her name on a piece of paper and sends it in!

"Ah, well if that's the case, I'll take it off your hands. I'm sure I'll find some use for it. Say, where did you manage to find it at?" Erdathcath hands over 1 gold.

Erdathcath pops out of the shadows for a moment, "I'll take it! What does it do?"

So, pretty much you are wanting us to go against the quest's options for fighting the Regret? Fine by me!

Erdathcath casually walks into the Marketplace, purchasing items for her upcoming quest. "Good to see you again Portia, how's the potion business going?" "It's going quite well actually, what can I do for you today?" Erdathcath looks through the goods, and chooses 4 Smelling Salts (100 gold), 2 Elixirs (80 gold), and 2 Phoenix Essences (100 gold) "I think these will be enough, have yourself a wonderful day!" Erdathcath hands Portia 280 gold (100+100+80=280) leaving her with 308 gold.(588-280=308) Continuing on her shopping spree, Erdathcath walks over the the Smithy, and upgrades her handcannon. Handing 160 gold to Anwyl, her Handcannon is upgraded to wp:16. (WP:15 to WP:16 =160 gold) leaving her with 148 gold. Erdathcath then leaves the Marketplace, feeling well prepared for her next quest.

Erdathcath looks down upon the scene revealing itself below, "Now.. Now is the time to finish this once and for all. Never again will the Regret raise his head whence I have finished with him. Time to prepare myself."

"Ah, thank you very kindly. This item will last me quite a while in defeating foul minions of evil." Erdathcath hands over 162 gold, from 750, leaving her with 588 gold.

"I dare call you anything I wish to. I am your elder by over 160 years, I do not believe you have much room to speak with. In either case, I cannot allow you to win the poison." Erdathcath places down more gold, totaling 162.

"Ah, I see that you are attempting to pull the 'friend' card to manipulate your friend into selling you an item? I must disagree with your attempts. Em, perhaps 160 gold would be better?"

Erdathcath notices the two bargaining for the items Em has placed available, and decides to join in. "Em darling, perhaps you would take 150 gold for the Crimson haze? It is of utmost importance that I use this for my Handcannon. Perhaps there is also something of mine you would like?"

Something that would be cool to see, is individual pages for each played character in the game. Of course, everyone would have to do their own, but it would show their various stats, background, story, etc.

Sitting in the corner sipping some tea, Erdathcath notices a familiar, albeit, horrible, sight. She walks over to the Oculoid calmly and collected, then demands, "What are you doing here? Don't you have something better to do? Maybe some poor souls to consume? Get out of this Hall, it is not the place for the likes of you!" She then flings her cup of scorching hot tea onto the Oculoid for added emphasis.

With heavy shoulders, and a heavy mind, Erdathcath looks upon the Quest board, and notices that there is one more quest, the quest to do what her life has seemed to lead up to until this point. Killing the Regret. She reaches up, and signs her name. 'Erdathcath Midilinas, Quest #105'

As long as no one is planning a Bonaparte quest in the time Endgame's final quest is happening, you can count me in! Will be good to see how this finally wraps up.

"I think I'll be sitting those quests out, my past few quests have been exhausting, and...trying. Not only physically, but also mentally. Are you going on any quests?"

"Rather hard to say, my skin definitely isn't the smoothest, yet it is very firm, hard to break. Needless to say, bleeding doesn't really happen anymore, due to being wood. Other than that, it just draws me closer to nature, which also helps me in my job as a Druid."

"It occurred during my training to become a druid, since then, I have grown accustomed to it. Not that hard to deal with though."

"It's perfectly fine, I'm not entirely Elf anyway. I'm part elf, and part wood. But that is a long story. There actually used to be many elves in here, but indeed, it seems they have disappeared after a while."

"As of right now, only 199 years old. But that is extremely young for an elf."

"Good question, I believe I have been here around 3 years. I was one of the first to walk through the doors of this glorious hall. Though those 3 years may seem long, they are but a few minutes in contrast to the rest of my life."

"You have nothing to apologize for, it is not my fault, nor my fellow Questers, we simply did as we were supposed to. We saved a few here and there, but in the end, the one with a true heart of gold, we had to kill to save ourselves, and this world."

Erdathcath pauses for a moment, reflecting on the horror and look of dismay as Monolith was killed, a tear slipping down her face she responds, "The... the Regret as he calls himself, created... creatures out of his own power. He then brainwashed them into being monsters doing only his will. This armor I am wearing, it was the heart of the last monster we destroyed, we tried so desperately to save him. Most people would wear this armor with pride, showing what they did, on the other hand, I wear this in remembrance of how we failed him, to remind myself, that never again will the Regret win the battle."