The Chosen Minifigure

"That however good your magical prowess may or may not be, you're under-equipped."

"Then it's settled. I'm the party leader. And as my first Royal act…" Warlen passed his spare Garnet and his Magicians Glove to Calamity. "You look like you could use them."

*Stays in hiding*

Warlen smiled, the scar on his face twisting slightly as he did so. "Hey, Captain. Warlen Melimane at your service. Please, call me Warlen. It's an honour to be visiting Tridentia again. Oh, guys, I'm going to go ahead and say that I'll be party leader only if noone else wants to." He turned back to the Captain. "I guess my only request is that you refresh my memory from the last trip: Barring a fight, storm or the like, how long is it to Tridentia?" Oo-Thanks for having me again, KotZ! I too have made some purchases and updated my stats accordingly.

Warlen swings by to pick up 2 Grand Potions, a Grand Tonic, and two Smelling Salts. (10+10+30+25+25=100. 250-100=150 Gold)

Warlen sees the note, surveying his party. A smile slips over his scarred face when he sees Annie's name. He exits the hall still smiling.

Please don't kill me.

Everybody leave the Internet now. Asphalt has won it. Also, is now a good time to admit I've only properly seen Phantom Menace?

Warlen looked up at the munchkin, the surprise on his face doing nothing to distract from how conspicuous the scar on it was. "Lind! Fine, I guess. Had to leave early, though, Farmer Mac went missing."

Warlen steps into the building. Politics had never been his thing, no siree, especially not now. However, he owed some thanks to a certain Ji-Pei. So, Warlen joined the Crescent Union and cast his 2 votes for Jun Ji Pei. As he walked out, he saw Count Shadeaux. He nodded to his first employer in Heroica, and continued onwards, back to the hall.

Warlen adds his name to the signup list.

To Father Grogmas, I have many people I would be proud to call friends, and some not so proud. To each of them I wish to assist their, well, place in the world. Here are a couple of recommendations. To Vindsval, one of the wisest people I know-Weaponised Arm (when not in battle, the user can attach a weapon to this left arm. The weapon deals the Bleeding 1 effect while attached in this way. Handwear, suitable to people missing a left arm). To Lind, to shut you up-Gag of Silence (the wearer can only speak up to 5 words per round of battle. For each word left over from their total, +1 power is added to their attack for that round. The Gag cannot be removed during battle. Headwear, suitable for Lind Whisperer). To Annie, despite what the future may or may not hold for us-Ring of Hopefully True Love (The wearer is immune to the Enamoured effect and Fire damage. +3 Ether. Accessory, suitable for Annienal Anavir). To Miderun, keep fighting the good fight-Sword of Liberation (WP:13, holder is Blessed. Suitable for Miderun). To Sirecon, the mystery man-Glasses of Clarity (Wearer is immune to Blinded, and Light damage. Accessory). To Arthur, sorry I haven't found anything decent yet-Bright Polish. To Karie, thanks for the talks-Amulet of Aid (once per battle, wearer is resurrected to full health, accessory). To Throlar, a.k.a. grumpy dwarf-Grumpy Mask (SP:3, all attacks deal the Afraid effect, headwear). To

"Heh. Well, back then, Quarion was a rogue hailing from Drandora port. I didn't know it at the time, but I was to learn later that he was traveling the land to escape the memory of his murdered love. Not long after he arrived, we struck up a friendship. Those were better times, despite the dragon." --- "Hey, Q!" Quarion turned, saw his half-elven friend, and grinned. Brushing his brown hair out of his face, he sat down next to the young mage. "Hey W." "I hear you're going to go get that dragon tomorrow?" "That'd be true, laddie! Whit buisiness is it o yars?", queried the Rogue. Warlen replied in an equally jovial fahion. "Oh, my dear fellow, tis none! I was under, merely, the impression that we were comrades! Brothers in arms!" "Ach, no, laddie," said Quarion, "yer a pain in the backside!" Warlen stood, indignant. "Oh, well! I never! If you will be so... dreadful!" The pair grinned at each other, and even as the conversation turned to lighter subjects, neither of them could put aside the harsh reality of what was about to come. --- "Anyway... next day comes, Quarion goes off to stop him. I don't see him for a couple days, the dragon neither. But then..." --- "Quarion!" "I'm sorry, tama, theres nothing we can do." Warlen stepped back, a shocked look on his face. "Nothing?" "I'm sorry, Warlen. Quarion barely survived Vorpalis' attack. He has, at best, a few minutes." "Vorpalis?" "Oh, sorry. The younglings call him Nebulae." Warlen stared at Quarion, even when Risindiel was called away. Quarion just stared into space, barely breathing, barely alive. --- "Well, to cut a long story short, I saved him. He was reduced to little more than a Flameskull, albeit a super-smart, super-funny one, and I... well..." Ooc-Another break in talk.

Warlen sighs ruefully, and commences his narrative. "Many years ago, I was just a lad, living among my people (the elves), but never truly accepted. For ages and ages I trained, with the eventual goal of being Archmage. But one day…" --- "Warlen! Eltumiel! Merielle! Follow me!" The older elf was followed by the three younger ones as he ran towards the small gathering of huts at the rear of the settlement. Warlen glanced at the darkening sky as a huge, shimmering dark dragon swept by. The older elf, Thuriel, hastily knocked the three younglings to the ground in an attempt to keep them safe, but the ancient dragon just swooped past, ignoring them completely. As he rose shakily to his feet, Warlen shuddered with fear as he thought of the great and terrible beast he had just witnessed. --- "Of course, I didn't die that day, or any soon. And that dragon, which I knew as Nebulae, stayed in the area for a long while, to me at the very least. A bunch of heroes came by in the weeks to come; Harmon Kyree, Amnir Gerelial, and many more. One day, however, someone different came. A swashbuckling young rogue know to us all as… Quarion." Ooc-To be continued. If you like, you can assume a break in the talk now.

Warlen chuckled grimly. "Good question, and not an easy one to answer, either." He took a swig of his ale. "Strong stuff, this." Leaning back, he took a deep breath. "Where to start?"

The door to Heroica Hall creaked open, and a shadow coalesced inside despite the sun shining outside. As the door swung closed, this shadow seemed to step into being, and a battered Half-Elven mage stepped into the hall. Ignoring any looks he might have been getting, the Half-Elf slid tiredly over to the board. Scrawling his name on the sheet for Quest #144, he also scrawls a note on an empty piece of paper, pinning it to the board before slumping dejectedly into a chair. It was at this point that anyone still looking would have seen the last few shadows disperse from around his head, and a scar become plainly visible. Those who had quested with him had never seen it before, and it was certainly not obtained at the so-called Fields of Glory. So where had it come from? Nursing a mug of Dwarven Ale, the Half-Elf sat more silently than he had, perhaps, ever before. For Sale to Those With Cash or Scrolls. Price on Demand. See Melimane. Wand of Enamouring (WP:6, deals *Enamoured*-effect, wand) Feathered Cap (SP: 1, headwear, immune to *Petrified*) Pointy Hat (Max. Ether +2, suitable for mages and clerics) Viper Scale (worth 40 gold to a certain someone)

Warlen nods his thanks to the party leader for the remedies, and after returning the Darkstar Wand, and of course saying his goodbyes to the other heroes, walks off to the hall, making it clear that he is in no mood for conversation or company.

Warlen wipes some blood off his cheek, before following the party. *** When they arrive at the farmhouse, Warlen grabs a Decamodifier and a Phoenix Insence, replacing the one he used. "Can we come back at any time to spend points, or do we have to wait until we get another chance here?"

Warlen snaps. Something inside just breaks. He sits down, lays down his weapon, and with closed eyes, lights a Phoenix Incense. All of a sudden, when he catches a whiff of the incense, he grabs his sword and charges back into battle.

Ooc-Okie Dokie. Warlen ices the mud frog with the Darkstar wand from the back row. If the frog is defeated, he instead attacks the Mandragora Mob.

Warlen casts Ice, back row, Darkstar Wand, versus Mud Frogs B.

Warlen faltered with the First Aid Kit as a godly whispering came into his mind. "What?" -******************- "But Lady Eula-" -*******************- "If you say so, My Lady… Boys! Godly interference says not to use our items! Switch tactics!" Warlen instead repeats his actions from the last round.

Then Warlen uses the First Aid Kit.

Ooc-So we all want to keep going?

Warlen repeats FOR NOW. "Are we committed to doing this? I don't want to use my first aid kit if we're going to leave in a couple of battles, so are we committed till the end?"