Endgame

"Just operating from what I've heard, m'lady. And so far, your seminars have been unconvincing. You can say you help Eubric all you like, but I see none of it."

"Your plans thus far have consisted of you running around a fish market relieving people of their gold, and the mistress stealing trinkets. Where is the results? What are you doing besides gviing everyone a minor headache? You overestimate your importance in Eubric. Not that you had any to begin with. You're common criminals infatuated by a demented idea of justice... by thowing this city deper into the grave it is already digging." I draw a glistening arrow back in my bow. "I have no need to speak to Ulric's pawns. Get out or I'll destroy you. Tell me, do wolves like the cold? How about the darkness?"

"I'd consider "putting a leash" as being to be able to properly control your men so they don't act counterproductive to your goal. Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes, I did. A riot of about 20, a mere fraction of Eubric's population... and the riot was trying to assasinate the... Bonapartes, correct? What else could they do? Killing the houses would only serve to throw this city further into the depths of chaos. You have no idea what you're doing, do you? By destroying one house only give reign to another. The houses' constant rioting is the only thing keeping you thugs from total extinction! Free one from their usual squabbles and I'm certain they'll waste no time snuffing you out. Eubric hangs in a fragile balance, and you're only a means to an end of upsetting it further."

Sorrow is ambivalent about the houses, but he just hates the Wolfgang's guts.

But Violetta is in love with Ulric... You just got into a love triangle with the big bad of Heroica!

Lets see if Sorrow can snuff out two generals at once.

As the last goon crumples to the ground, I breathe a sigh of relief - only to have the gesture cut short as two of the most high ranking Wolfgang generals appear before us. I listen carefully as they speak, my brow furrowing as they continue their tale. I resist the urge to snort when they offer their reputation, seeing that Arthur was getting infatuated by their words. I, however, was not. A broken soul is easily led astray, I suppose... but also led back onto the path of righteousness, hopefully. "I applaud your efforts, you two, but it truly isn't enough. Do you really have faith in Ulric? He who would treat his highest officers as mere pawns, and most of his army as expendable? Why do you think he would be capable of molding Eubric into some place truly free, when you're just all just tools to him? For the love of Helvetia almighty, he can't even weild the power he has correctly - if he could, he'd keep a damn leash on his thugs! I've seen then mug and rob people on the streets for nothing but profit. You say the hovels love you, the poor applaud you, and yet... why haven't we ever seen that?" I down a Mead, Nostrum, and Smelling Salts. "The "Perfect Eubric" your owner would like to establish is a farce - and I'm sure he is well aware of it, too. You've become quite complacent with your ideals ever since Ulric came to town, haven't you? Probably is the best way to his bed, but I digress..." With a roll of my shoulders I remove the Croise Armor, instead coiling the Shackles of War along my arm. I brandish my bow to the two wolfgang, the elemental gems within it thrumming with power. Though they can't see it, I can't help but smile a devilish grin... The two elemental gems thrum with power, the bow cold to the touch and its arrows slathered in a thin layer of darkness. "You see this bow, you two? Designed to massacre werewolves, and humans as well if need be. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Now, tell me, how many arrows from this bow would it take to end you? Two? Perhaps three? And remember, lady and gentleman, there will be no escape for you if you fight. Choose wisely." I turn to look at my other two party members. "I only hope you two will stand with me."

The Stealer of Senses! And a crime syndicate known as Syndicate! I always do that when I send quest pitches to Sandy. When we hit triple digits it'lll be Quest #XXX: Blahblahblah.

Aaaaaand the pitch for Quest XX: Syndicate has been sent!

T͏H̡́͝EY̶͘͞ ͡͡MU͟S͢͟͟T̨ ̕B͘Ę̧͡ ͜͞A͘S̴͠S̨I̶͡MÍ̵Ĺ̀A̢̛T̡E̕͝D͠ ...Wait what? I only featured 2 Progg females. I hope to feature more later , though they only make up 2% of the Progg population.

Order came in! Shame the boxes got pretty beaten up, though.

"This is just folly, at this point." I follow Arthur's plan.

Poor Karie - captured, brainwashed, lost looking for a theatre, stuck in Brendenton, became a newt, lost her mask, and now keelhauled by a fellow hero.

Just don't slice her into too many peices, I'm putting the finishing touches on my next quest pitch now.

Maybe it's just the Meads, Nostrums, and Smelling Salts catching up to you.

"If the flow of goons stop when these folks are dead, I'll be concerned... it means they either gave up or found another way in. And, really, how likely is the first one?" I follow Arthur's plan.

Woah, Zepher, what head is that? (The rainbow-speckled one)

Woah, Psykater, that is quite the breakdown! ...You do realize he jumpstarted an entire species, correct? He's probably better in bed then all of Heroica's rogue gallery.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I started Quest 48 a Count... and ended it a Grand Duke.

Welcome back, Myrddyn!

I hope you've been jamming out to Gooper Blooper's theme. ;tongue:

More thugs die, the bodies piling up. "We have this just about wrapped up." Arrowic, back, twice.

That is basically the Mythrogg's stats (if the heroes were stupid enough to fight him. ), Brickdoctor. Just quadruple both the HP and the SP, and multiply 1 by 99.