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Althior walked in, and listened to the man lecturing him. He sat, quietly. "I have no questions". He was interested in hopefully meeting another necromancer. It had been a while Sorry, I didn't see the thread was up. Stats look good!

Maybe not the best choice, but I like it. He's a good version of a young Lex to go up against Cavill's Superman. Especially if he can emulate Michael Rosenbaum's version. Irons is a good choice for Alfred as well. Definitely one of the best choices out there. He and Affleck can do a good job of portraying the pair.

Althior honestly didn't care how to get out of the hall, so he signed his name upon the Unlimited Quest sign up yet again. Now that there were actually people he may have a shot of getting out.

Althior signs his name on Quest #95 as well.

Althior crosses his name off of the Unlimited Quest and signs up for Quest #94.

Althior gets up from his seat, obviously annoyed that he is still trapped within the walls of Heroica Hall. He signs up for the Unlimited Quest, hoping to at least get out of the hall for a little while. He returns to his seat, and orders another drink.

Althior signs up for Quests #92 and #93

Althior sits quietly, simply listening to the heroes converse over the ink creatures. He sits, and waits, and waits. He watches as the three stand up and leave him to himself at the table. He couldn't help but think of that eye. That one eye of the Oculoid's that would torture him for the rest of his life. This one, pure essence of evil exiting inside of hid memory, and it seemed that none cared about his account. The Necromancer sat back, signaling to Scheherazade for another drink. He stared intently at the cracks in the table, for he had nothing better to do. He sat back, taking a slow sip of his drink, then sighed. He was to be trapped here for a long while, it seemed.

Sorry, last couple days have been frantic. Didn't even see this until today. "Eh," Althior leans back, "I've got nothing better to do. Anything that gets me out of here is a good thing, be it just recreational slaughter." He takes a sip of his drink "Decimating everything? Just like old times it seems..." He gets out a forced laugh.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense when I think about. Can't believe I'd never noticed that before. I mean, I guess when you look at it from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's pretty obvious."

"He was probably one of those guys who was just completely unable to walk past a fez. Can't blame him for that, though," "Wait, wait, what is this about the Veterans?" Althior crosses his arms and leans in onto the table, concerned. "Anyways, good for having your own standards. Too many people in this hall are just complete and utter sell outs. Have some dignity in your work. I wish I could myself, but right now all my focus is on getting out of this hall. There was, something odd going about on my last quest, and I can't attempt to solve it from being cooped up in here." He sits back, twiddling his thumbs, feeling uneasy about everything that was going on outside of Eubric. The beauty, the horror, he'd seen it all. He felt the need to get back out there.

"Ah, yes. I'd forgotten about that old thing. Sadly, I lost the old thing down in the sewers a while back. I should get another one. That one is pretty nice itself. I seem to be the only one here without a floppy hat here. Quite a shame, floppy hat's are cool..." Althior finds himself rambling and quickly checks his pocket watch to fill the lull in conversation. Althior had forgotten the last time he'd spoken with Arthur. Obviously, it had been a while. "I was right about some of those things, yes, but most of it, I was completely misguided. Events occurred that had left me in a blinded rage, and I had taken that out on everyone. I was weak then. I don't plan on making those mistakes again." He leans back on the chair, scratching the back of his head, before leaning back in and trying to lighten the situation. "But honestly, of all things to go to, the watch? Those pompous little brats..." He chuckled. Even worse than Alexis, he thought. "But what have you been up to lately, ol' chum? It's been a while,"

"Absolutely nothing interesting, at all," Althior pulled a vial out of his satchel, popped the cork, and downed it. A sour expression overwhelmed his face as he placed the vial back in his bag. He stands making his way over to a table with another familiar face. "Arthur Regulus, is that you? It's been quite a while," He continues to sit down as his brow wrinkles. "Changed your class yet again I see. Can't keep anything constant in your life, can you?"

Althior stares at the chosen heroes lists and rolls his eyes. Was fate cruel and abandoning him to rot in this hall for the rest of eternity? Could he ever get out back in the field? It seemed to be unlikely at this point. He makes his way up to the bar, dreading the moment that those who were insecure would come seeking his advice, or just those attempting to make chit chat. Thus he sat and waited, patiently, for the final roster to be posted.

Althior signs up for Quests #88, #89, #90, #91, and the Unlimited Quest before returning to his lonely table at the bar. He orders a glass of water and downs it, before tipping his chair back against the wall to observe the rest of the heroes. He needed to get out of this hall, and fast.

Althior crosses his name from Quest #86 and lists his name under Quest #87. Deductive skills needed? He had to be perfect for this job.

Althior walks in and signs up for Quest #86, before sitting down, isolated, at the bar.

"It weakens your enemy quite a bit I believe. It's much like a deadly poison." The infection deals damage equal to 1/3 the enemies level. I don't know how too explain how Althior would know that.

"I believe it has a one of six chance of infecting whoever is unfortunate enough to come in its way. Pretty nasty, but I have no use of it."

"Ah, Gibbin, haven't seen you since that theater business, You're looking a bit different," "I was indeed. But as you seem like you are not pursuing another path, would you in fact be interested in this Oculoid Claw here? It seems suitable for you, at the moment," Althior sips his drink, "I believe he may be referring to me, and I wouldn't blame him. I've done things I'm not proud of. That is one of them, but then again, haven't we all made bad choices?"

"I remember that. What was that, two years ago now? Back when we were simple mages and rangers. Life was much simpler then indeed." Althior listened to Skrall go on about Alexis. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "Too ashamed of her current path I'd say. The path of the Harlot is the lowest I can think of. I have more respect for dirt than I do for them." He sits back, "my apologies if I seem harsh, I just simply cannot understand why any sane being would stoop that low. Though Alexis was never a sane one, I'll say." He chuckles. "Say, my friend, you look much more battle hardened than you were previously. Any interest in taking your training up a notch?"

"Five months? Been quite a while then. I spent almost a good three quarters of a year there myself. Thinking of going back, as I have time to kill. I've been doing my fair share around the island. Stopped a curse placed on a play by a demon queen a few months back, and just recently finished fighting some large ink demons in the settlement of Taurost." He sits back. "Things are getting much worse than they were when we started here, eh? Seems a demon or god's about to destroy the world every other week these days. Barely can sleep at night thinking of that..."

"Indeed it had my friend. Care for a drink? I don't remember the last time we spoke." He offers a seat to the ogre.

Althior laughs at the dwarf. "You're a ghostbuster? I am a Dragon Slayer, little one. And I don't deal with demons. i give people second chances, just as I was given. Learn your place," Althior sits back. "Give the wand to the little one, Monk, for she seems in greater need of it than I..." Althior sees Skrall selling items from his satchel in the bar. He taps the ogre on the back, gesturing that he himself would like a scythe. He turns back to the monk. "Though, if either of you would be interested in these Phoenix Incenses..."

Althior finds himself staring at the quest board. He rolls his eyes seeing his not getting picked. He puts his name under the Unlimited Quest once more, figuring he has time to kill. He walks up the stairs to the bar and sits down. He pulls out his old wand, Dragoro. It had served him well, but it was time to seek a replacement, be it another wand or a simple sum of gold. His eyes wander over to another table. His eyes are caught on the satchel of what looked like a monk. He sees a wand sticking out of the bag, and starts to, intently, look at it. He figures it is much stronger than his current wand, and goes over to the monk. "Hello, my good sir," He sits down with the monk, not looking to see who else is around. "I am interested in that wand you have there. Would you be, perhaps, interested in a trade?" He sets down a bag full of 100 gold and his two Phoenix Incenses. "I believe this would be a reasonable deal. What do you say?" He smiles, attempting to be friendly.