Endgame

A little comedy relief before 70 starts?

But my careworn features can't go without a full descri

"I'm operating off of a highest bidder basis, here. I have the feeling half the women in Heroica Hall want their hands on that damn suit, and all of the men just want to see another woman in it."

"Name your offer. What, I'm quite certain they'd go spectacularly with your dancing shoes!" I add under my breath.

I shrug. "Some places more than others. This thing hurts like hell, but I'm keeping it intact for... someone." I look pensively down at my mauled hand, bristling with glass.

"There is nothing to infect, is there? I fear this little injury will be staying..." I pause before continuing. "...Personal reasons, Guts."

He approached me, and Syntax is probably going to be a bastard and ward him off after a little bit anyway.

Guts approached me... I wasn't really in a mood to talk to anyone, but speaking was probably for the best. The memories, past and present, were too painful to dwell upon. "Hmph. festivities is not what I would call it, friend. All three of the Wolfgang generals laid siege to the theater... All of them dead, two of them defeated at my hand. Some witch disguised herself as a songstress to weasel her way into the show program, and managed to use her voice to hypnotize the head of every house. She somehow got them to hate each other more." I show my left hand to the raider, the skeletal hand barbed with fractals of glass. "This is my trophy for the evening." I say, voice dripping with bitterness and sarcasm.

...And Sorrow/Syntax permanently mutilates his hand, and refuses to fix it! Yay, psychologically tortured heroes!

I walk through the bustling night streets of Eubric, the mission in the theater done. We had wiped 3 of the most deadly thugs off the street, but of course, it came at a price for my conscience... I sincerely hoped it was all a coincidence. My Sarah was pregnant when I left her... could she possibly have been related to me? Perhaps I'm not the man who would never see his legacy. I was the man who was to see his legacy burn. I navigate the seedy city, making my way to a place of worship Not Helvetia's, though - Fabula Sibylla's. Perhaps the oracle would be able to shed some light on the situation... I sip the expensive wine I had recieved from the golem as I trudge onwards. Before long I stand alone before the shrine, surrounded by ivory white pillars. Cautiously, I knock on the doors... The altar was silent, and the door locked. Choosing to take my chances, I open the door a creak, stepping inside quietly. "Excuse me? Am I intruding on anything?" There was one other woman in the shrine, a woman clad in red. She turns his gaze away from the stained-glass window she was observing and faces me. "Ah, no - Fabula alerted me of your arrival, Sorrow. You stand in the court of Fabula Sibylla." "Thank you, kind Oracle. May... may I make a request?" "Certainly. Heroes come to this sacred place often." I remove an arrow from my quiver, slotting it into my wrist instead of my bow. With a flinch of the arrow I create a small wound, a few droplets of blood trickling out of my skeletal hand. I dab them onto the cloth containing Violetta's blood, the two stains side by side. I place down my goblet of wine and gently hand the cloth to The Oracle. "Oracle, I saw... I saw someone who looked just like someone from my past. Centuries ago. Could... Could you tell me if we're related in any way, through that cloth? Even the smallest relation?" The Oracle accepts the bloodied cloth, stroking her thumb over the fabric. She holds it in front of the stained glass window, the pale moonlight shining through an illuminating the rag. She looks at it intently for a few moments, before handing it back to me. Her voice does not waver in the slightest as she delivers the news: "Sorrow, the relation spans the centuries but is direct nonetheless. You are her grandfather - seperated by 16, perhaps 17 generations." For a while, there is silence. i can feel the guilt inside my throb, my hands trembling as I accept the cloth back. I can feel Syntax's consciousness bubbling up, overtaking mine. For a while, all i can do is stare pensively ahead, arms numb at my side. "...Thank you, Oracle." I turn around and pick up the goblet of wine again, taking a long sip... fighting to keep the emotions locked up inside me. I give before they do, a sudden wave of tranquil fury washing over my entire body. In my silent rage I crush the wine glass in my hand, shards of glass impaling right through it. The shattered glass slices right through my hand, bits and fragments of the glass leaving deep wounds across my entire hand. Blood gushes out from every cut, as I simply stand serenely in the sacred altar. I was beyond rage at that juncture, simply standing still as my hand pours out blood. "I am not the man who will never see his legacy..." I murmur. "I am the man who shall see his legacy burn." I stride out of the shrine - scarred, mutilated hand and all - and begin my walk back to the Heroica Hall. Specifically, the library. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The trip seems to go by even faster then the previous one, my mind wrestling with everything that had occurred tonight. Out of courtesy of the books, i wipe all of the (dripping) blood off my hand, but I refused to heal it. The shards, the scars, the wounds - I would ensure all would remain. I tear through every bit of literature possibly on Violetta, not learning too much. After a few hours, the only new bit of information I had divined was this: she once operated under the pseudonym Kayla. Hours of research in vain, I shamble back into the main hall, slumping into a chair. I remove the cat suit from my bag, disgusted, and place it on the floor. I scrawl a quick note reading "FOR SALE" and place it on top of the suit of my deceased granddaughter "Why..." I murmur, head buried in my hands.

I take a sip of the wine handed to me, savoring its taste. Heroica could never afford brews this expensive... especially at the rate some heroes chugged their beverages. "Thank you, Patricia." I say nodding to the captain. I turn and address my quest mates, glancing downwards at the bloody cloth. "I have... errands of my own to attend to. Good to quest with you all. Cold drinks at Heroica, perhaps?" And with that, I exit through the giant oak doors, wondering what verdict was soon to be handed down to me... Bravo - Excellent quest, Sandy!

And thus, Quest 66 is a wrap! I'll make my departing post in a little bit... but huzzah, golem champagne for all!

Perhaps it'd be worth mentioning to the houses to stop worshipping wolf idols if they feel compelled to?

I give the gnome a venomous look. "Eloquent. Very eloquent words about my goddess. ...No point to bicker though."

I wipe off my hands as the dinosaurs topple to the hard oak floor, vanishing in a whisp of color. The heads of houses stir awake, confused about the spectacle. I address the crowd: "It appears tonight was a tad more eventful then expected, ladies and gentlemen - more then Wolfgang was here to enjoy the party. Donny, Violetta, and Steerpike are all dead - all of them slain on the battlefield. The songstress, unfortunately, seemed to be the real threat of the evening. Enchanted entrees assaulted the heroes in the kitchen, and a demonic knight and his steed attacked us. The song definitely seemed enchanting... the contents of the song, though, are unbeknownst to me. Other heroes will have to inform you of the songstress's spell."

How much child support do you want one guy to pay, people?!

That snickering carbohydrated bastard. Yeah, Boomingham seems to get around a lot.

Ow, my feelings. Also, yes, wiped the floor with those despicable dinos!

I suggested both a new battle order and an auto-run strategy, 66ers - I fear it got paged.

I do a mental fistpump as my strategy works to perfection. "Not too shabby." "Couldn't go an entire quest without hearing you, could I?" "Brilliant. We have them right where we want them..." I attack the Chaosaur twice, back. Suggested actions for Arthur: >Arthur uses Scroll of Sealing on Chaosaur (back) >Arthur uses Scroll of Sealing on Chaosaur (back) (or Fragile, if Choasaur is sealed.) >Arthur uses Scroll of Sealing on Chaosaur (back) (or Fragile, if Choasaur is sealed.) (Or Roderick's Sword, front, if Chaosaur is Blind and Fragile.) >Arthur uses Scroll of Sealing on Chaosaur (back) (or Fragile, if Choasaur is sealed.) (Or Roderick's Sword, front, if Chaosaur is Blind and Fragile.) "Boomingham, could you move Arthur to the top of the battle order? If he can get a seal and fragile off, this battle is over." If the Chaosaur is Sealed and Blind, we can autoroll with all of us wailing on it from the front, with Arthur reapplying his scrolls as neccasary. (In the order of Blindness->Sealing->Fragile)

~Due to recent complications at the Foundation Day Ball, Quest 70 sign-ups have been postponed to June 2nd!~

Eh, they rhyme. I realized I'm a tangential thinker a loooooong time ago. (Also, my head and my hands don't like to be in synch while typing) Also, Masked, due to my screw-up, i can analyze Alexis if you want me to.

No, Karie's (That is officially canon, by the way) As a QM, you begin to develop certain... complexes. When sometimes you are a character's grandfather, when other times you are the green-clad monster she despises most. Or you are the one who convinced them life was worth meaning, and sometimes you are a Progg who wants to break them utterly.

Wouldn't that make Sorrow Arthur's great x17 grandfather too?