Scorpiox
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Pretty much sums it up. Haldor is just a very passionate individual who may not be the smartest and nicest bloke around, but he believes in doing what's right for the city and the world as a whole.
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"I will say one final thing to you, trator. I do not hate you for your disagreement, or for your views, but the fact that you signed up to save this city and now you have failed at your goal by your own hand. You could have stood alongside us in the end, but no, you chose the route that you have and I will never forgive you for it. If Wren was always something to be worshipped in your eyes, you could have had at least the courtesy to have defected in the beginning when you are a whining quivering wreck, not now when we are battling for ours and everyone else's lives. You do not understand the magnitude of your betrayal, there is no going back now, you have decided to side with the monster that threatens this very city's core; you are no longer a hero of Heroica."
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Arthur' Skull (+2 Power to all magic spells, solidifies your status as a turncoat.)
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Good idea! Let's first get Wren out of the way, and then Dyric can claim his third skull!
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"Okay, fine, we can skin the bastard once his oh-so-precious goddess is dead." Haldor stopped himself, and turned back towards the foes. But as one final touch, in monument to the drastic change of emotions that had occurred, the nord spat directly and venomously into the spellcaster's face. It was all over now, there was nothing left but hate. Haldor vented his fury at Chaos Beast J twice from the front row.
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Yup. I vote that once this is over, Arthur be evicted from Heroica.
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Haldor couldn't contain his surprise, but it quickly turned to anger. "Arthur, how could you? I trusted you, I trusted you with my life, you pathetic little bastard. How dare you call yourself a hero if this is what you intended all along?! I called you brother, and this is how you repay me?! Are you so damn blinded by your beliefs that you would sacriface your own humanity to satisfy your stupid desires? Are this time, I helped you, I fought alongside you - but now I wish that I had never you deserving anything other than death. This witch is out of control, the fact that you now announce that you serve her makes you worse than her on so many levels." The nord laughed savagely. "Ha, how you squirm! You call yourself an expert but are so woefully ignorant that you know nothing of true chaos. Wren will never be a force for good, she cares only for herself. If we allow her to succeed then there will be no Eubric left for anyone. If I ever see you again masquerading as a 'hero' once this is all over, I shall feed you your own cowardly sympathies on the end of an axeblade. Wait, why wait untill then? I might as well take your worthless existance, right here, right now." The shaman screams a cry horrifically. His eyes are red, his teeth bared. Haldor charges and takes a wild swing at Arthur from the front row, twice.
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And here it is! Overall, I think it is pretty accurate. I couldn't get the legs perfect however. It is really nice to see all of our characters translated into different forms; it really puts accross what we all intended for our figures to look like when they were designed. .
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Thought I'd give it a go, and I must say that I am pleased with the result! Wait, how do I upload this?
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Haldor waved a hand. "Alright everybody, shut up now. This ain't no mother's meeting, we're fighting for the safety of Eubric and Olegaia here! Oh, and Arthur, there is no way in hell we are letting the witch live. She's long past redemption now, she is far too dangerous to be left alive. I hope we're not going to have a problem here." The nord propelled himself against Chaos Beast of Death twice, from the front row.
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Haldor rolls back from Sphinx's weak strikes, but decides it would be best to patch himself up before trying again. The nord heals himself quickly, and will then attack Sphinx again if he is successful the first time.
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While we're at it, may I suggest some ammendments to the Berserker class? At the moment, its shield skill is pretty useless seeing how many people use consumables now and the fact it is only on use per battle. Perhaps something similar to the Hunter's shield would be better, in that the entire party becomes encouraged and the Berserker does a normal hit's worth of damage as well?
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Haldor laughs in triumph at the kill, and then quickly moves on to his next target. The old berserker blood is flowing through his veins, the nord madly attacks Sphinx twice from the front row.
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I just read that, hilarious!
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"Here we are, and here it ends. Keep your focus everybody, we'll decide what to do once we've won!" Haldor leaps forward with a huge cry, and attacks Chaos Beast D twice from the front row!
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For me, I would never feel happy generating entire landscapes virtually. I don't know whether it is laziness, lack of technical skill, or just my preference for real bricks, but I wouldn't be able to do it. That's why I would much prefer to co-host with someone else who has the time and supply to help me achieve a good quest at some point.
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Can't wait for the final battle! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yL4HzGzw3Y
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Haldor nods and begins to pass around the drinks. He gives Thothwick a mead, Hoke a pongcanis brew, Arthur and Dyric a Soma each, before finally necking the mulled wine himself. "Good stuff this, don't waste it. And while we're at it, Mallelio, you had best take this lens and these scrolls to use in the upcoming apocalypse, so I can get back in and start kicking heads again." He takes another sip of the wine, and produces a bone come from inside a pocket. "Old habits die hard, I want to look my best for our final meeting with Wren." The nord grinned. If they listened, the others might have heard him whistling a tune long forgotten by most of the world. It was a song of doom and destruction, which Haldor recalled from his childhood. The tune was know as 'The End', written by a long-lost group of travelling minstrels who called themselves The Gates.
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"Mate, no-one here with us will be perishing today; Wren's is the only grave that will need digging. We have nothing if not optimism, yeah? While, we're at it, d'you want some of this stuff? Help yourself, all of you." Haldor waves a ale bottle around at his friends, and then stepped forward. "I'm looking forward to pulling up a pint once this is all over."
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I have neither bricks nor time at the moment to put into practice an idea that I've been working on for a long while (those of you who have sharp memories may remember a post long ago). Perhaps one of you renowned builders out there would be able to co-host such a thing with me in the future?
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I stand corrected, sir!
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The fans will never know!
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Please explain how you got to Najdelena from Biblical names.
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Haldor puts down his finest mead for a moment. "Don't see no point in saying any goodbyes, I ain't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. But if it makes anyonel feel a bit better in me saying it, it's been a pleasure serving with the lot of you; I've never seen such a varied and hearty bunch of folks in all my life. Felton, Hans, Poletad, McColt, Gnash, I don't doubt that this will be the last time we fine gentlemen meet each other, and so I wish you well with all my soul, and a long life that you may enjoy. Such strong, dependable people are difficult to come by." The nord paused and took another long swig. "Let us pack our bags and sling our weapons, there is a witch to hunt!"
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Haldor swallows the cookie, feeling his health grow as he does so. "I am ready to move on. There is little point is standing here lamenting over Wren and her motives. What she is preparing to do will cost the lives of too many innocents for us to allow, and that is why we must stop her before she can do it; there is no moral judgement I will make here. It is not that she does not deserve our words, simply that there is nothing that we would wish to say to her, seeing the devastation she has already wreaked, inadvertantly or nay." The nord finds time for a last-minute drink, and so helps himself to some smelling salts and a nostrum. You can take the boy out of Vartland, but you can't take Vartland out of the boy. "Well, since we're advised to spend this last moments 'enjoying ourselves', anyone fancy coming over here and 'enjoying themself' with me? The night is young, and I brought my last supply of mead..." The shaman downs another pint cheerily.
