K-Nut
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Althior looks at the number of satellites surrounding him. He smiles, and fires two spells of light on the Amalgam from the back row. The undead satellites will take out any remaining satellites. If there are none left, they will attack the Amalgam.
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42, 46, same difference. I'm cursed with a terrible memory.
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It's official. I'm never going on another one of your quests. Althior checks the ground below him to make sure it's still there, having no idea why he does so.
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Eh, beaten to the punch by Endgame. I enjoy being able to use smoke bombs. It's a shame, because that was such a cool concept for a quest. Probably.
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Quest #42 I think it was. Like I said, we were restricted from our smoke bombs.
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And it only happened when Endgame forbade us from using Smoke Bombs. A year later and I'm still bitter about that.
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Endgame. You officially SUCK. Althior uses a Grand Potion on Johon then repeats his attack on the Amalgam.
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This battle's too complicated for me. Althior does what Karie says.
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I haven't rolled a shield yet, thus I can't have raised any undead. "Karie, put Johon first in the Battle Order so he can possibly take out some satellites if he ravages," Althior will swing his staff at the first Satellite on the list when it's his turn, then use light on the Amalgam from the back row. If there are no satellites left, he uses light on the Amalgam twice from the back row.
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Althior sends two spells of light at the amalgam from the back row.
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Althior swings his staff at the technique satellite and fires a beam of light at the Oculoid Amalgam, both from the back row. "You say I'm like your master. You follow him blindly because he must hold the power. If I'm like him, then I have the power. Logic. Or are you too stupid to compute that, insect?"
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Althior steps back as Finnegan wets himself, however that's possible. "Well, I'll see you folks back in the epilogue! Toodle loo!" Althior takes a Smelling Salts before driving his scepter towards the Beast. "Come on then," He taunted, "Don't have all day now do we?"
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Just imbue all of them into my medal of glory.
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"So why do you keep saying I'm like your master, even while I apparently have these beasts inside me? You are truly stubborn," Althior listened to the explanation of the Spark. "That's impossible... It's not- it can't be real!" "Wrath. Your recently deceased cohort told me before we drove him through."
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I've used these myself and they work pretty well.
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My thoughts exactly. If I could whistle, I'd be doing it innocently right now.
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"I don't need an army. I've never needed an army. You know I am powerful enough on my own. You've always known. And I never chose these two. They would have been my last choice, but they are still more of a threat you with me by their side. You know that. You know that everything that I'm saying is true because you have intelligence. You are trying to get at us through our weakness. But I have no weakness! You know that! I have lost all suffering. Used it all up in my time in hell, and I' determined not to go back. I will walk away from this alive. Because I am stronger than your master." He turns around in annoyance, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He turns back to the Oculoid. "Oh, you like to think you're a god? But you're not a god. You're just a parasite, eaten up with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. on the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So..." He pauses, a look of sadness beginning in his eyes. He had been lying to himself. He had this sorrow and loss in him like every other being, "I'm not-" He stutters, "I'm nothing like your master. I watched as time ran out for me, moment by moment until nothing remained. No time, no space, no life, no death, nothing! Just me!" Althior's eyes look human for the first time in a long while, "I have lost things, things that you will never understand! Secrets that must never be told!" He loses the look of desperation in his eyes. He tried to keep away from the menacing gaze of the Chief. "But that's what makes me better than you. I have feelings. We have something to fight for, something wonderful to fight for. You follow a single order. You have nothing. And that is why your kind will go extinct. That is why you will cease at my hand! At our hand! We have weakness, and it makes us stronger. I have my values, I have my way of doing things that is unorthodox but it will do me wonders in the end! It will let me topple things like you, things that should never have existed in the first place, things that don't have the right to live!" Althior starts to yell. "You will fear me! You will fear us! We have the power! You. Have. Nothing. You parasite. You have no life. You don't deserve existence. And I will end you once and for all. Maybe not here. Maybe not today. But the Oculoid's will die. Because you are a disease." Althior calms down, breathing in and out slowly. It takes a minute for him to compute, but he stares at the chief. "This spark you speak of. I know of it, It's only a fairytale. Something children are told in hopes of a better tomorrow." He laughs again. "You actually think it's real?"
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Althior looks over the Oculoid's and laughs. "Honestly, chief? This is all you've got? This is pitiful, truly, utterly, pitiful. I've seen beings more powerful than you, more in numbers than you, and they have fallen without me breaking a sweat. You Oculoid's think you are that high and mighty, but you don't realize, I have been to the other side and I have returned. I have seen things you would not believe there. I suffered there longer, much, much longer, than you could ever imagine! More than any sane person could withstand," As Althior recalls his time in death, his eyes subtly change to a golden color before reverting back to their usual hue. He nor his party notices. "Now, are you sure you want to play this game? Because not even death itself will keep me from stopping you. You don't believe me? You will fight us, undoubtedly, and you will most certainly lose. The name of Heroica will become one of misery. It will be known as the oncoming storm to you for millennia to come, and you will run away from her frightened, distraught, unbeknownst to the destruction you will face. Now, go ahead and boast of your power and superiority, but if you were wise, you would do as I say. Run. Simply run. For that will be the only thing that stops our wrath." He directs his staff directly at the chiefs eye, his eyes filled with rage. He did not lie, he had suffered in death for longer than anyone could have.
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"I do indeed..." If Karie finds nothing suitable, Althior uses his garnet to create a plateau to shorten the gap at the expansion of one ether.
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Althior takes his Nostrum, seeing as he forgot to before. ( ) "Oh enough of this!" He pulls out his scepter, "Frankly I'm just sick of you. So please, please, get out of my way. And don't go on a three hour spheel of how superior you are, because you are clearly not, as we've beaten all of your cohorts before," Althior sighed, exhausted.
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Althior chews one of his Ether Cores. "Let's kill this son of a bitch, get the paper, and go home," He was obviously tired of getting sidetracked.
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"I don't need it. Id prefer rather to have some gold and either the Nostrum or smelling salts. Plus the tonic could be useful for when I get my undead army back..." "Welcome to the club..."
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Althior repeats his action.
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Althior fires a bolt of lightning at Fourth B from the back row.
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Althior watches all of his undead vanish "Sir, I believe this is a dire situation,"