Scorpiox
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Did the plaything just get buffed? I created Zoot er Isen under the pretence that WP was equal to 2/3 of the hero's level...
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Haldor looked in comtempt at Arthur, somehow, he blamed the sorceror for this. "I want to carry Hans, who will help me?" Haldor pulls an old wooden board from one of the walls and lays it down like a stretcher. Carefully, the nord moves the dead Regulator onto it and breathes deeply. "Why is it that the good pass away, while the bastards always survive?"
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Haldor coughed up a small amount of blood. "No more of this talk of death, we should be looking to the future, how much of a better place the world will be now that Wren is gone. Like hell, nothing will change, there will be others, and we need to be ready when they come. Somebody pass me an ale, I want to go home."
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Haldor stumbled back and shook his head. He couldn't believe that after all this, it was finally over. "Oh gods, we did it. By Thoric's name, we did it. She's gone. But Felton, and Gnash, and Hans..." The nord hobbled over to the man's corpse, kneeling down to look at his face. "Brother, you were always so straight, so unfaltering. I will not forget your courage." Haldor bit back a cry, he would not dishonour Hans' memory by weeping beside his body, it would not be right; he had never once been weak in all they time they'd known each other. The shaman looked around at his friends in the darkness. "I wish that I could have done something for them." In a burst of emotion, fueled by the final end and the loss of so many in the process, a small tear appeared on Haldor's cheek. "Look at me, this is what I've come to? We've just saved the whole damn world."
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Haldor rubbed his head. "We're really cutting it close here, mates, pray to your gods that we can take this bitch and take her fast. Felton, get your a.rse up off that floor, we need you in this fight!" The nord lobbed a pheonic essence over at the wren hunter.
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I'd rather not join any organisation whose acronym is the term for a female pig.
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I hope that not all of them will die, and I would like very much to be able to revive a few of them; but unfortunately we simply can't afford to do so. After all, I've decided that Witch is a stupid class.
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Haldor stumbled back, hit by the full force of Atramor's reflected blow. The nord spat blood. "Well this bloody terrible. Jiin, you carry on as before, I reckon I'd better start getting some of our folks up and ready again. Cronk, I have here a pheonix esscence to be used on whoever you see fit."
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Haldor says nothing, but instead begins his assualt on Wren from the back row. The swirling green Jiin follows suit.
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Didn't we agree that Monty Python references granted free experiance? Perhaps his Sandiness could comfirm this?
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"Ah, I'd forgotten all about this thing. Got it all the way back when we were hunting down that Bluehood fella', never thought of using it before. Let's see what it can do, eh?" Haldor produces the Emeral lamp from his pack, and holds it at arm's length. The nord soon attempts to use it, hoping that any apparition summoned forth will attack Wren.
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I am almost certain that Sandy has not stated anywhere that magic can only be used outside battle to overcome obstacles.
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I can picture him lying on the deck with a glass of wine, sneering at the ordinary folks on the dockside.
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I tried the same thing, but was so repulsed by former Haldor that I had to stop instantly.
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Haldor wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. It was all coming to an end now, Wren was backed into a corner, the heroes were protected by Cronk's angel, it was all over for her now. In the midst of the chaos, Haldor thought he could hear a voice in his ear, a woman's voice: "Go on now Haldor, do it for me, do it for us." "Arrggh! Your reign of terror is at an end, witch. There is nothing more to say, except that I wish it hadn't come to this; if only you'd stayed on our side, then maybe Bennetton, Triad and Bal might still be breathing. You dishonour them by keeping your life." The nord screamed an unearthly scream, before burying his weapon in Wren's weakened body. Lady Wren, front row.
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Just to throw my hat into the ring, Haldor would probably back the Bonapartes over the Ji Pei if everything came to a head. Although their methods may not be ethical, I believe that order is just the thing that Eubric needs. If the Bonapartes could take more of an active role in managing the city, I believe that it would be much better off. The main cause for all of the crime and poverty is lack of an effective government.
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Just a question for his Sandiness concerning a grammatical choice. In Heroica, are we operating with the standard or Tolkein plural for the dwarf race? And for the elf people as well? I'd just like a solid ruling for the game, so we can have consistancy accross all quests. I'm just curious to know, in case it means having to change anything for the Embassy.
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Haldor clambered awkwardly to his feet, making use of any nearby objects to prop himself up. The nord was coated in a thick layer of dust, which looked rather hilarious. Cough "I'd better start having a go at that witch again..." Cough. The shaman attacks Wren twice from the back row.
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Wow. That round has to go down in the history books as the most hilarious in all Heroica. Nyx literally just blew up the whole party. I think he might have been swept up in the firey ball of death that was circulating around the room at that moment.
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Haldor checks to see if his legs are still there; then procedes to singe whilst lying in a pile of rubble. "Well, that was fun."
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I'm sorry if you're actually aware of this, but the quote I think that Legonater is referring to is the immortal: "Power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely." Mandatory upgrade, I'm still sitting high and dry with Windows XP fitted with IE version 7, and damn does it work well.
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"With all this, I'm almost looking forward to being shot in half!"
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"Hmm, alright. You know what, if I'm going to be blown up, then I'd rather be blown up with a smile on my face." Haldor begins a merry dance, involving the attack of Wren and copious alcohol. "If I didn't know you better, Miss Nyx, I'd say that you've gone mad!"
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"How much damage we looking at here then, I might be able to take it. If not, well, see on the other side mates."
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The nord braced himself for being shot to pieces. "Hold on to your arses!"
