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"I fail to see how in any of the potential realities acting like a belligerent child will help you in any way, shape, or form." Iris tries to speak, [anicking, but no words can pour out form her frantic, frail body. "Now you see the extent of control I have over every single Oculoid - I can even shut down speicifc faculties, if need be. I'm afraid your dear iris won't have any say in this matter, quite literally. "To be brtually honest, druid, whether or not she lives or dies is largely inconsequential to me. I simply decided to dedicate my brainpower to other matters - so instead of flippign a coin to decide whether or not the useless piece of trash lives or dies, I'll allow you to be the jury in this case. Please, choose quickly. I'm beginning to lose my patience."
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Ironically, the thing I was building with those bricks was a swarm of Micromanagers... Oppresive, cubic robots bent on the destruction of creativity.
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Karie had him hexed from the second she walked into that armory in 70, before she was even a witch. Of course, he's loving every second of it.
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"Luckily, when we chop off all of these vines, I will be able to absolutely decimate the main plant... I could flatten it in two hits. Karie, don't force it! If it gets too painful, just let the thing go."
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The former is because I haven't gotten around to writing that bestiary yet.
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Karie is ironically adept at hexing.
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I attack Vine F, then Vine E. "Karie... How in the world are you doing that? I mean... How does it feel?"
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"On that note, none of us will ever really have to leave the back row..."
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For the first time, the party sees The Regret hesitate, but only momentarily. "...No. I am The Regret. No more, no less!"
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"To be honest, I have little appreciation of the gods as well. They're weak and spineless, relying on cloak and dagger techniques to have any semblance of power of control. Remove the smoke and mirrors, and they are nothing. However, the reverance they have for me is something of an accidental byproduct udring their creation. Harmless, really, and I'm unsure whether or not to phase it out."
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"I made them, and I will use and dispose of them as I see fit! You're quite lucky I'm even giving you a choice here, Raider. They know me as their Master, for that is exactly what I am. Both creator and commander. To them, I am a very little short of a god." "That, my overly-angry runt, is a blatant lie. This is the most clear and concise I have ever been with you. You vote for her to die, she dies. You vote for her to live, she lives. It's all that simple."
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"You're the one who thinks that all Oculoids are just slaves, a fact that you wave in my face endlessly. Do you think that Iris is any different, Raider?"
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"Whose to say she won't come crawling back to me when and if I pull this scepter away from her face, Raider?"
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"Karie gave me a simple hug once and my shoulder popped, I don't think that really is a factor that deserves any consideration... A low breeze can do that, nowadays."
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Sarge manages to get a lash on Iris, ink spurting out of her side. She isn't dead - not yet. The Regret points his claw at Sarge, his blood seemingly running still in his veins. He collapses to the ground, suddenly exhausted, but not actually physically hurt. "Not going to let this be done democratically, you old soldier? You know... My powers allow me to see straight through the exterior of people. Into their souls, to be precise. And the spirit carries a whole nother spectrum... Most of the time, I barely even see peoples' outside appearance. It's a facade too easily changed. But the soul? Every person has a unique blend of colors and hues, a distinct mesh of insecurities and issues. Scars on the soul never truly heal. Do you want to kknow what I see when I look at you, "Sarge"? A boiling red aura. Anger. You're a passionate man, Sarge. I can see that. But there's something lying under the crimson surface... A feeling of inadequacy. A feeling of not being able to accomplish anything, thus why you wanted the false "glory" of killing Iris yourself. Am I on the right track here, "hero"?" The Regret's last word is brimming with malice and contempt.
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"Leave the plane'ts big, ugly head to me. I can sustain several free hits from it. Put me at the top of the battle order: I'll absorb the damage, and may even destroy some of these tendrils right off the bat.
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QM Note: A foot of snow, a dentist appointment, a relative vistting, preparations for a future trip, and some actual physical Lego building later... The only wounded people nearby were the splattered remains of Oculoids, and a hyperventilating Iris. QM Note: Progg Males have 4 claws on each hand, females three. (I just went with the most visiually appealing build that makes hhim look two-fingered, much like minifigures.) The Regret cackles once again, twirling his scythe in his hands. "So, you remember the nightmares then? Well, not neccasarily nightmares, mind you... More like illusions, really. My prediction of the future. I thought that perhaps the veil of sleep would erase those hellish dreamscapes, but it seems I wove a vivid enough world to make it stand out in your memory. Yes, those were my doing. I figured I'd demoralize you... Soften you up pyschologically, so that Iris could break you. But it seems that Iris is the only broken one here, ironically enough. The Eternal Reaper doesn't exist yet... but he will soon. It is the title I will take when I devour the Lifespark and absorb its power. I will become the Eternal Reaper, and I will rid OLegiaia of its humanoid plague. It's a world I've dreamed of so long... It'll be perfection. When I have every last human exterminated, I will withdraw my forces and stand by, allowing history to take course once again. Should Olegaia repeat the mistakes of the past? Wipe out whatever species that arises that is similar to you filrth. Repeat over, and over, and over... Until this world achieves the perfection it has wanted for so long." "Ah, no, don't leave yet. I still have one last treat for you..." The Regret clutches at his scepter, coils of magic swilring around it... and points it directly at Iris' eye. "One shot from this staff, and it will tear Iris in two. She will be dead. Now, heroes, I'd like to give you the choice: Will you spare Iris' life? You may rid the world of a demoness, the same being that brought calmity to this Colony... But, similar to that night in Luosh, so many moons ago, you may inadvertantly further my plan. Are you willing to take an unforeseen risk, and reap whatever consequences may spring forth? Or will you allow Iris to live? The choice is yours, heroes." Iris stares at the party, trembling, tears dripping from her eye- or perhaps that was simply inky blood. She looks at the heroes pleadingly, trying to repent with a single gestrue. But even if spared, would she continue to serve The Regret? QM Note: Last big decision of the quest!
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Gah, you're right - I was leaving a spot open in case I got a Tidings artifact (don't ask how that logic made sense in my skull, because it really doesn't ), but now that we're under time pressure... "We have 7 enemies and 9 actions, total. I would suggest someone goes after C and D, as thir captors are the most feeble." I shoot vine A then C. "Is this thing normally like this??"
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I was quite concerned that bringing The Regret back would cheapen his defeat in 48, especially as he appeared as a mere cameo. I didn't want to undermine the hero's accomplishments - in the original drafts of Progg 0, before the Regret was even planned to be the final boss, (48's final showdown would've been the Mythrogg, originally - I altered it after Aquos was slain), 81 was going to feature The Regret rather lightly . It was originally going to be called "Lingering Soul", and that title is actually something of an easter egg in 81's tags. However, after I realized that The Regret pretty much fit the MO of my last arc, and I couldn't resist the irony of The Regret toying with the very magical artifact that created him (His only real parent), so he has made something of a comeback. Will he get his ultimate comeuppance? That rests on the heroes' shoulders. It's entirely possible, and if you can tough out the events of the finale... His appearance in 81 is something of just a continuation of his previous track record... I've designed my next two quests to show the other two sides of him, before he become the soulless monster he is today. 3000 years is a lot of time and a lot of change, and I plan to show the many faces of Prometheus "Regret".
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I grimace as Karie becomes flighty, belting out her words like an auctioneer. "Eh, Karie, are you quite alright?" "It can't hurt to try... Siobahn, Ewald, would you happen to know anything about the greenhouse?"
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Stole it from his slavemasters because revolt was brewing. (There was a lot of easy to miss stuff in his monologue from 48. ) He may have had a future in magicks ahead of him even if he didn't tear up his soul - after all, he was forced into mining things as a slave.
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Animutilav was established in 48 - the spell that tore The Regret's soul to shreds, spreading his being across several planes - to the point where the other fragments of his soul rendered him literally incapable of dying, much to his despair. It is absolute agony, and he is lucky that he managed to survive it; most anyone would've died and been reduced to nothing. Only through sheer willpower did The Regret manage to tether a piece of soul to his body and endure.Being a Progg, a creature of the Lifespark, helped as well.... A human probably wouldn't have the capacity to survive it.
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I mentioned no such spell.
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You have to keep in mind that not all the cards are on the table yet - the only thing we truly know is the Lifespark and his motivation, and even then, we don't know either of them fully.
