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Endgame

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  1. Part of me wonders whether I got the sickness from the visitors!
  2. "I said I cut the strings of puppets who do not serve me. So yes... Loiter, and I will not hesitate to dispose of you." "Karie, were you just under The Regret's orders when we...?" "I'm surprised the love potion is still in effect... it should be dissapating by now."
  3. Sorry, quetees, I've had a fever these past 24 hours.
  4. "You should know your arrows are hardly a threat to me." "If I wanted you to die immediately, I would've just sent two Ameobosses at you from the beginning, and that would be that.. I don't off my puppets while they're still useful. Cardic, Bellum, and Vanguard are not valuable puppets, because they are belligerent when I don't need them to be. But you... All that's left of you is a sad sapling that wants to kill me. Wirthout me, druid, you are nothing. And that makes you as valuable of a slave as any other Oculoid. The rest of your party is following suit as well. The Raider obeyed me without any sort of question, and if I assured him the next love potion would earn him the redhead's affection, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Karie obeyed me as well, when masson and Karie slinked off. I'm assuming you know why they're so... Exhausted. And Alice? If I had given her a more instant method of killing Mortimer than drowning, your Warden would not be here right now. None of the accused can deny how obedient they've been to me. Do you comprehend now? I'm anything but "passive". I'll tear you apart without a drop of magic, without lifting a finger. And if you do reach my Inner Sanctum, well... I'll use three milleniums of magic to obliterate you." "See, the automaton understands. The purely logical, resonable machine knows that you've done horribly wrong. You've rushed into the darkness with no plan, and no light to carve yourselves out. You go down? An army awaits you. You go up? I await you. And if you linger here, you'll die for sure. It's a shame you didn't take my offer when you could, Jeaux."
  5. "I would like to hear you intend on killing me. Conventional methods? Worthless. So, what is your grand plan? How are you going to get to my Inner Sanctum, challenge me to a battle, win, and destroy me forever? You don't have one, do you?" "Prometheus, you have put them through enough!" "I disagree, Bellum, my belligerent pawn."
  6. "To be brutally honest, both. I need you to find, identity, and destroy the disturbance, at all costs."
  7. Mortimer hops backwards to the past, wipes way some of the mortar, and returns to present time. The wall now weak and crumbling, the heroes plow through, ascending the staircase on the other side and climbing to the top of the tower. Swirling snow chiulls the heroes once more, the party once again at the mercy of the elements. In front of them was the stone bridge connecting the two towers, a massive strait hanging over the entire island. From their vantage point, the party can see the carnage down below. The hunters were losing, and horribly, their numbers being quickly reduced. The black torrent of Oculoids hacks away at the humans, the hunters now having no chance of victory. "We've... They're dying! Thery're all dying down there! We have to hurry up and save them..." The party continues along, encountering the three Gladius ghosts, and their current master on the bridge. "We had a deal!" "Tell me, Bellum. Why would I willingly dispose of one of my finer puppets?" "Bellum, your family-" "Heroes are approaching." Cardic warns. They all turn to face the heroes, The Regret's steely eyes locking onto the sickened and disshelved crew. "Fancy meeting you here, heroes. Tell me, did you enjoy your tours? How about your quick little jaunt through the unfinished Citadel?"
  8. Updates should come tonight, 105/115ers. I have family arriving shortly.
  9. "Sounds major, and I don't know how well that'd work, given The Regret's notes. We have to find a minor thing to change in the past that will somehow let us bypass this wall."
  10. Mortimer reads the final vvolume of "The Basic Principles of Time Travel".
  11. "Not a drop of ether runs through these veins. I have no idea what is cuasing it..."
  12. "I suppose you could say I'm a... Tinkerer, an inventor, an alchemist. I work in the medical field, mostly. But my failed creations, the ones I've stuck in the wing to your right... They're doing something. They're stirring, they're... I can't describe it. I've heard them while I toil away, seen their shadows when I dare venture into the junk heap. My work cannot be interrupted. It cannot, under, any circumstances. Just going to fetch you has cost me too much precious time, and I will not tolerate more interruptions."
  13. Johon backtracks and chips some stone from a brick on the previous floor, before Mortimer activates the bulb once more. The party is flung back to their present time... now even Karie and Johon feel queasy from the time jumping. Alice's face has gone pale and her face contorted to a look of sickness. "Ugh, my head... And stomach..." Back in the present time, the party finds another firmly locked door, as well as an almost empty bookshelf.
  14. Lynne stands, entranced by the history lesson, taking it in. "That's... Quite a story, Captain. It's good to know where our missing missionary might be. Best wishes, Captain, and thank you for your help." Lynne follows leofwin to the shops.
  15. He did PM me to be let back again, but after making an excuse why he couldn't get in that I don't believe (he tried clicking the thread and it wouldn't open), plus being inactive for a 10 day stretch, and seemingly getting angry at me when I questioned that... Well, let it speak for itself, really.
  16. "...I've been out of touch for a while, Captain. That, and I was pretty pampered growing up. Is it a burden, holding it all together, sir?"
  17. "Focus, Karie, please. I have... Tended to your needs, haven't I?" The party cautiously ascends the scaffolding, the wooden bridge spiralling up the tower. While climbing, they see an odd sight: Primordial Oculoids, by the looks of things. Their eyes were glassy and almost lifeless, their bodies oddly shaped and lumpy. They drift through the air at a moderate pace, dragging a brick behind them - to be slotted into a building somehwere in the Citadel, likely. They hardly seemed sentient. "Looks like *wheeze* oculoids weren't always all they were cracked up to be." The party reaches the end of the scaffolding... Another time bulb sits in the corner, the incomplete wall exposing a critical fact: there was no way up for a non-Oculoid from here. A line of goopy mortar is lined on the floor. "What are we gonna do?"
  18. "If there is one thing that Pegarm Gryphinn and I agree on, it's that a glass of wine should never be wasted." "Don't listen to that white clad clown." "Excellent, that let us proceed." "Farewell, friends!" With that, the barkeeper still giving a cheshirer smile to the heroes, the duo and their employer leave the Inn of the Wayward Angel. They weave through Eubric onc emore, until they find themselves at another odd location: A decaying manor. One half was made of solid reinforced stone, maintained to perfection... The other was in shambles, windowless and rotting away. Jonthan opens the door, and they step into an odd foyer. To the left is a pristine steel door, while to the right is a decrepit wooden one. Mold festers in every corner of the foyer, a horrid stench rising from the grid in the floor. "I'm afraid my home has no sort of living room, or kitchen, of the sort. My work is far too important. Now, I'm sure you have questions, so ask what you will."
  19. "From what I *wheeze* understood, these things are set only to send us to this time period, or the present..." 'Boomignham, I don't think I could handle a jump much longer than what we've already done, anyway... Does that mean I'm... Well, weak?" The scaffolding seemed rather sturdy. "I'm not surprised. The Regret doesn't seem to be one who doesn't put in a full effort, whether its construction or human genocide..."
  20. Wow, today marks 2 years since 48 was started.
  21. "I have my purposes for sending you here. But, yes, if your friend is done drinking his ale, we may proceed."
  22. Johon returns with an exhausted Masson and Karie in tow. Both looked relaxed and refrshed, a hint of a smile playing on their lips, but also looked dishelved. "We're back. Now, I was told there was time travel here and such?" Following the instructions in the books, Jeaux pulls down four of the bulb's lever, and Mortimer activates it with the palm of his hand. The party is enveloped in a burst of green static, their stomachs lurching and their senses going hazy for a moment befor ehtey find themselves jolted to a different time period... They arrive, slightly queasy, but otherwise intact. They were now in the Shadow Citadel... Five hundred years in the past. The tower was still under construction, a gaping hole leading to scaffolding the spiralled up the expanse of the tower. Snow rushes in through the hole, piling up on the floo, chilling the heroes. The air ripples with the bulb's power... The bulb was now crimson, now able to return them to their present time. "Remarkable..." Alice, however, wasn't doing as well. "i feel sick..."
  23. "Is there really religious battles and, err, disagreements like that...?"
  24. "Hmph. I hope you weren't intending on walking out on the job early." "Hmm, an interesting name. I'm afraid chitchat will have to wait until afte rthe deed is done, however." "You haven't changed a bit, Jonathan, as much as I'd like you to." "Hmph. Pay no mind to that man. He gave up all of his bligations a while back." "You ever graft the missing arm back on, Gryphinn?"
  25. QM Note: I need Kintobor to respond to a siequest one more time before we can proceed, (I need to keep this in synch) but you'll definitely get an update today!
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