Endgame

"Ah, think you are clever, do you? Unfortunately, I have no time to waste with the likes of you. Congratulations, by the way, you three - I've always tried to convince my master that all the subtlety wasn't worth it. Now that you fools have disrupted this mob here, I will have permission to bring a force far more potent here. You struggled with a handful of humans? let us see how you contend with over a hundred demons." Siri throws her head back and lets out an ecstatic cackle, as if overjoyed from what she was planning to do., Au revoir, heroes! Don't worry too much - we'll be back oh so very soon. And we'll off that runt Aquos Jr, as well as burning this colony to the ground. See you soon, huns?" And with a snap of her fingers, Siri vanishes - along with Jetorix. She had never demonstrated such ethereal might before... The party can feel an awful sensation churning in their stomachs, as if an impending doom was soon coming. Would they return to the stronghold and report to Solon now?' --------------------------------------------------------------- The heroes ascend up another flight of stiars, coming across the roof of the expansive building. An unbolted hatch sits atop it, leading to the crawlspace, presumably. What would the party like to do.

Aren't the two rolls not influenced by eachother? My knowledge of statisitcs is pretty rudimentary, admittedly.

I already made an effect called Infected.

I follow the conversation worryingly, listening to karie and Arthur's grim triade. "Okay, let us back up here a second... Back to why I was here. How much of a commitment are we talking here, Karie? Weeks? Months? Years?" I take the questbook out of Arthur's hand, and skim to The Regret's section in it; his massive battle with the heroes, nearly massacring them. I raise my eyebrows as he not only spelled out his genocidal goals, but even managed to devour a guardian angel. he killed one of Ennoc's own children?! "...According to what is here, you two, this... "Regret"... is shooting for entire human extinction. Sound familiar to either of you two? Either way, I doubt he has time to waste on you two - and I'm not saying that as an insult. If he was trying to get rid of the entire infestation, why focus on only two ants? if anything, he is merely using you as a plaything, Arthur... A tool of amusement."

Hey, I'm the one who murdered a hero.

Don't forget Destiny!

"And what, exactly, did he do to get Heroica's attention?" I asked her if she was dating Ulric - was this man an equivalent?

*Vulnerable!*

Not a named one, but I've had a handful of specials that could do it.

Guilty as charged. Perhaps Plagued could be added to the list? (-15 HP, -1 SP)

I try to remain as neutral as possible, trying to get the full story before I actually respond. Still, I can't hide my surprise. "So... Allow me to get the order of events perfectly straight here, Karie, and tell me if I'm wrong or not. You're hired to stop Masson, staged a kidnapping with Masson's friend, fell in love with Masson, joined him, nearly got yourself killed by your own party, and then talked Masson out of what you think would've effectively been suicide, and are now going steady, still working for him. Am I right, or do I have the order of events wrong here?"

Brickdoctor's PM chain in CAT comes to mind. I'd argue amount of off topic hilarity and intensity of current Heroica quests are proportional.

Timezones on how to synchronize our quest schedules. That, and Thanksgiving, communist turkeys, royal figureheads, wild animals, Canada, and the sun. (We have a tendency to go off on a tangent, apparently. :nlush: )

Or we could all go to Massachusetts/New England, where the winter is harsh, the summer is decent, and the people are stereotyped as unfriendly.

I believe it refers to the fact that Britain has so many territories in so many timezones, there will always be someplace owned by Britain where the sun is still up.

Siri draws herself up to full height, the venomous glow in her eyes now clearly visible. "Perfume? Why, just simple jasmine, hun. Seemed pretty good at enthralling your comrades to say the last - didn't even use a drop of magic for that little stunt! Oh, go ahead, try me. Why would I answer to you?" "Not quite, I fear. As much as I hate the insufferable bastard, Jetorix was right - you are a relic. A waste." With surprising force, Siri forces Em back, her glowing blue eyes flaring up. "And to think I said you were the cleanest swine in this disgusting pigsty." Using a similar strength she heaves up Jetorix, slapping the warrior. His robes slip off as Siri lifts him to his feet, revealing the gnarled plates of armor he was wearing... They seemed to dig into his body, glowing a similar malignant blue. Siri slaps him awake, the soldier coming to his senses. "Jetorix, you... IMBECILE! You, in your confusion were the one to knock me out, not these insidious pests!" Even in his stupor, Jetorix maintains his arrogance and demanding nature. "You... You worthless broad! How dare you speak to me like that, you useless harlo-" Siri, having enough, makes eye contact with Jetorix. The bewitching glow seems to have a profound effect on Jetorix... He collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, his shoulders slumping, his arms, legs, and neck falling limp. "Ugh, finally I could just get him to shut up." ------------------------------------------------------- QM Note: 5 and 6 digit combinations uses the letters A through Z only - the four digit lock uses the numbers 1-9 only. Where will the party go next?

Preparations for the future! Besides, it's like 9 AM here, I'm trying to eat breakfast.

I lean against the wall, careful not to knock down any portraits of the accomplished heroes. "So. What would you like to tell me?"

Oh, plenty of people do! There have been more overtly centered Chaost quests then Order quests, I suppose.

"Anything you know would be much appreciated, Arthur..." I snort. "Damn her, and damn what she did the houses. Although I wouldn't be surprised if shes trying to pull the strings behind the Wolfgang, too... It'll be "interesting" to see how this whole Ulric and Baba thing climaxes." "Nasty bunch, they are." I look down at my bloodied and bruised hand, glass still impaled into what little flesh I have left. "Though, I suppose, I fit their mission statement well enough. In a roundabout way, anyway. This is penance, not worship, rest assured." I can only look wide-eyed at the young man I thought I knew. What did he do to himself...? Have to think of something to say... "I'm... unsure how to respond to that, Arthur. I suspect you are more human then you think you are, though. Nothing can last in chaos's grip forever - not even chaos itself. Not even you. I'm... on my way out of this world as well, I suspect. Few more years left in me." I rise up as well. "Lead the way, and do try not to devastate me too much."

Power =/= Chaos, in some cases, Arthur.

I give an awkward cough. "Erm. Sorry. Didn't realize the subject was that... You know. I guess ancestors humiliating their descendants unintentionally is borderline cosmic law..." I raise an eyebrow. "Just how much does this concern me, you two?"

I shake my head. "Gah, sorry, Karie, I misspoke. I was referring to "that" night at the theatre and your sister Kayla, not last night and you." I give a sly smile. "Oh, sure, sure. I've been celibate for the last four centuries, but don't think you can delude me into not realizing what you two were up to last night. Hey, your life, and there is nothing wrong with it, anyway." I chuckle. "What, do you think I'd ask about more grandkids without some basis? "Dare I ask, or would you rather I let this one drop?"

Still fails to beat that Roni/Dini/Hal/Vaygas collab we did. Don't worry, we have Now Wisened And Slowly But Surely Dying Sorrow to put him back on track. Has Sorrow ever struck anyone as ramble-y? I have nothing against walls of text (and do enjoy reading them), I just see Sorrow as someone who doesn't mince words.