Endgame

I have one in the pipes as well - well probably propose it within this week.

Can you make that a drop, Danny?

*Cough*WP25*cough* Shame I will become incapable of using the thing when Necroamncer rolls around, though.

Thanks for the memo, then. I would be willing to pay 400-500 gold for one.

Wait, what? Since when was Mythril that low? At WP: 25, it would cost me in the ballpark of 3200 gold to get to WP: 35. 2002 gold is cheap.

I'd price it at anywhere from 2500-3000 gold, to be honest. 2002 seems low to me.

I'll throw my hat into the ring! 1. What is your favorite Collectible Minifigure? Either the Hazmat Guy or the Computer Nerd, definitely. 2. Will you be able to post on a daily basis over the next month or two? Yes. 3. Can you keep up with 24 hour night action deadlines? Double yes. 4. I almost forgot to ask for your experience! Only two: Police Infiltration and Eurobricks Mafia II. 5. Will you be ready to experience whatever horror the simplicity of my first hosting experience brings? Challenge accepted.

Brickdoctor ninja'd me. Keep in mind that all pictured Progg Weapons (Including Gladius) are 1:1 scale, so... I hope Haldor can handle the sceptres. Also, why is nobody using Gladius? It's basically a superweapon.

Time to pay some dues - I walk over to the Sorcerer, standing next to his chair. he is in conversation with Thromanil. "Ah, hopefully I'm not intruding. Hello, Thromanil - and hello to you too, Arthur. Thanks for the ...assist... back there."

"Okay, Karie. Thanks for having me, and get the sleep you need." This whole "relative" thing was weird. Very weird. How did normal people go about this stuff? Either way, she doesn't seem to want to kill me now, so that is a step in the right direction, I guess. I give a guilty chuckle. "I've had quite a few homes over the centuries... Too bad the neighbors torched all of them when they decided they didn't want an undead living near them. The piles of ash weren't wort it, and so, I adopted this life style. See you around, Karie." And with that, I exit, going down the stairs. A short walk through Eubric later, I return to the hall, opening the doors and shuffling into the bustling rooms. There were plenty of familiar faces, but most of them seem occupied in conversation. I simply order a glass of water and sit down, taking small sips.

Sorry I couldn't post yesterday; busy day and I ended up with a migraine. "Usually I camp out during the winter. During the nicer months I usually drift from inn to inn, or just sleep at the hall."

I snort. "Humans are irrational. It's in our nature - we're ticking, illogical timebombs, many of us close to going off at any moment. Desn't mean we can't accomplish good in our lives, however. I've seen entire revoltuions occur. The world advanced, but I noticed something. Our tools grow more useful, our pool of knowledge expands. And yet? Humanity odesn't change. Just the things we utilize. We just keep marching on, and there's something admirable about that. And your question of why I'm here: I prefer building bridges to burning them. That's it, really.

I can over the diary entry, holding it under candlelight, my eyes lock onto the second to last line, reading it carefully, word for word - despite the fact the meaning was quite obvious. "...Does he treat you well, Karie? That's the bottom line. If he truly is allied with the law, and does care for you, best of luck to you both." My expression grows grim. "But my opinion is worth a grain of salt, anyway, considering the fact that... Well, you likely hate me."

"Good drinks, yeah." I sigh, and begin. "Karie... He is a vigilante crimelord, isn't he." I state in a voice calm int tone but firm in demanor. It was hardly a question at that point - getting that defensive over a joke was a dead giveaway. Now, it was just a question of whether or not it was Ulric...

Why would she suddenly get defensive over a joke unless... ...Oh. OH. "Careful you don't shatter your other hand there, old timer!" Syntax quips. I sigh and open up a bottle of hard lemonade, sitting down. I take a long sip - I was going to need it. The next conversation we were having probably wasn't going to be pleasant. Typical.

I give a slight smile. "Just here to talk a bit, not to manage your life. What you do is what you do. I'm just happy that he treats you well, Karie. He's not a vigilante crimelord, is he?" I joke, heading over to the cooler. I pull out two bottles. "Hard lemonade, right?"

Well, this was getting increasingly awkward, but atleast the apartment itself was cozy. I realize that, despite the fact I had enough gold to afford a penthouse, I slept on a hammock outside the hall, with a dagger literally under my pillow. It hits me that i was pretty much a hobo in comparison, and an undead decaying one at that. Scary thought. "Nice place, Karie.", I remark, looking around the apartment. And it was true. I drift over to the the window, looking out at the sea for a few moments. The sound of the ocean was as soothing as ever. I look around the room, going for a drink when I spot a fresh boquet of roses. I smile - gave a few of those to my Sarah, once upon a time. "Helvetia almighty, i'm beginning to sound old..." I think. "Have an admirer?" I ask.

I nod. "Seems like you're doing welll for yourself." I try to keep my voice normal, but a hint of glumness manages to slip in despite my best efforts. "6 months is all I had. Burned alive as a kid - was revived by a necromancer who I now consider my father."

I chuckle. "Heh. Life is for living, even if you aren't neccasarily living yourself." I chuckle a bit more, my next question without malice: "That your idea of a good time, huh?"

"Well, I already hurt one of my few descendants. I hope to make amends with the other." "My name is Sorrow - undead human for as long as I have lived."

"Well, look on the bright side. Most people don't get to change back." I sigh and stop for a moment. "Let me guess. You don't live 428 years without picking up a sixth and seventh sense. You think I'm crazy for being nice to you right after you attempted to shove a rapier down my throat, right?"

"Your travels are probably more exicting then mine. After the ball, I spent my last quest beating up sentient horses and thugs." I look up for a moment. "However, Helvetia knows that sometimes it's nice for business to quiet down."

After all of the ups and downs Sorrow has had 73 was a great departure from the tension, Joeshmoe. (Despite the fact that that he is currently in an ocean of hot water. ) Your photography and builds were great, and portrayed the quest perfectly - ht eloot was well balanced, and Sir Edward is up there with my favorite NPCs. It did feel like it dragged at times (some lulls like "Do you set up camp?" seemed a bit superfluous, especially since we usually just roleplayed after camp was set up), but other then that, it was good. QM Advice: Players are dynamic. Keep your battles dynamic. I tend to only lock in who the party will fight, not their specific stats.