Endgame

Which one? I'm making the final big update in 48 now. Basically, as soon as I get this post off the ground, you can leave for the hall whenever. Though you may want to forge the sword first. I'll be in the QM Lounge soon to, to begin my breakdown of this quest.

I whip out my new bow from Alexis and pull an arrow back at the first time. Knowing the rider's penchant for darkness would make the bow futile, I take aim for the Night Mare twice, back. "We'll make short work of this fellow and his steed."

Well, 3114 replies later, and I get to say the four words I've wanted to for 6 months. Congrats, 48ers. Also, soundtrack for this moment!

Mythrogg looks concerned at the frantic heroes, but speaks... "it is the heirloom blade of the Gladius Unit, as you most likely guessed. Its every strike has a chance of leaving its target frail... though I'm afraid I can't reassemble it here. It'd be the equivalent of an ogre trying to reassemble a toothpick with his bare hands. There is a bit of finesse involved... Though I'm certain there is a blacksmith in Luosh that can reforge the great Gladius for you." The Mythrogg sighs, the gesture from the gargantuan Progg nearly sweeping the party off their feet in a burst of air. There is an unmistakable melancholy in his voice... "How I wish I could, heroes. How I wish I could... I must apologize for all of my cloak-and-dagger mannerisms, but may I ask that we finish this discussion somewhere else? I'll be heading to The Clearing... Young Punii, you know how to get there, correct?" A trembling Punii stammers out a reply... "Y-yes, your *wheezewheezewheeze* majesty!" "Excellent. Then I shall see you there." And with that, the Mythrogg descended, using his new found magical powers to open a hole in the earth and glide through the sub terrain. The party walks down the Town Hall's several floors in collective silence, catching fleeting glimpses of its hiding occupants - little did the poor souls know that this was over. They walk out the grand oak doors and march along, watching the beautiful morning sun banish out the horrible night prior. It was a sight the heroes weren't sure they'd ever see again.Walking through the rows of closed up houses of the Commoner's Quarter, the heroes can't help but wonder.. what was going on? They contemplate and come up with various theories in their mind, ranging in plausibility. The ideas cause quite the ruckus in the heroes' minds, filling them with tension and anticipation - the final truth was about to be unveiled. After a walk that felt like hours, the party arrives in The Clearing... A light morning breeze blows through the serene place. The blue roses dance and sway in the wind, the filed of flowers rolling like the ocean. In the middle of the beautiful place stood The Mythrogg in his full glory. He gently holds a single rose in one hand, examining it... He notices the heroes' arrival, but doesn't take his eye off the flower. "I suppose this is only a fitting place for this tale to reach its conclusion. Proggkind can be described as a blue rose, it seems... unique, yet unnatural. Beautiful, yet barbed in thorns. How I wish I could guide my people again, but my return would only cause more harm than good..." The Mythrogg still holds the rose, but looks directly at the heroes. he sighs once more, then continues. His voice sounds wiser and warmer then ever, but even now the sadness in his voice is apparent... He begins his story. "Do you recall what Prometheus said about my Eve, heroes? About why we only had three children? There was an error in the evoking process... a mistake that rendered her nearly unable to create offspring. Thus, Prometheus and Primii were born... I loved Eve, heroes. No matter how many errors they could or did make when creating her, we were literally made for each other. And so it was, always at each other's side for thousands of years. She would sometimes curse herself for whatever issues she may have been created with, but I would have nothing of it. It mattered nothing to me. However... little did we both know I was not free of imperfections. That fateful day eight hundred years ago, your Raider probably remembers it well now. It was the night of the siege. While the other forces were skirmishing with the weaker mages, Eve and I decided to go right for the head of it all... the Archmage, the descendant of the one who created us. We battled, not unlike what has transpired today... He struck down Eve, and in my moment of weakness he chose to reveal a horrible truth. I was not immortal like the other Proggs. Invincible on the outside, yes, but my years were numbered. I was slowly eating myself away on the inside, destined to wither away in a few short centuries... Ever thinking that you can create life correctly on the first try was foolish of me, anyway. I was slowly dying every second of my life, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. In my rage and hatred for the man I skewered him and killed him, but the victory had a price I wasn't ready to pay. Choosing to kill the Archmage rather then help my Eve, she went beyond the point of salvation in that short time... because of the hate in my heart, I lost her. Deeming myself unfit to rule, I foolishly disappeared off the island soon after our bittersweet victory. I have lived in isolation since, not knowing what taint Prometheus was spreading to my people... I have weeks left, heroes. perhaps days. And that is why I cannot return to my people. To do so - then to perish days after - would only serve to throw them into greater confusion. I must die as I lived these past eight hundred years. Alone." The party can only look at the terminal colossus in shocked silence. Even the invincible Mythrogg had sorrows and sins of his own... "Here, heroes. Take this. Allow it to be a reminder of what has occurred tonight." The Mythrogg releases the rose he was carrying, the wind causing it to drift to the party... they take the gift in silence, looking over what they had received. Blue Rose: A gift from the Mythrogg, and a token of his blessings. A reminder of the invasion of Luosh, and everything that happened and everyone they met... Cherish it. Party leader, who will receive this item? With the Blue Rose in hand and Perfect Regret soundly defeated, the party knew that... ~The Quest Was Successful!~ Will the party say anything to the Mythrogg before you both depart?

The way I see it, we just try to incorporate everything LEGO throws at us... and we've done a really great job of keeping it coherent thus far. I've condensed your list a bit... I believe all of those "intelligent" animals can be crossed off of the list (magically enhanced?), were-whatever can be condensed as Werepeople, and variations of elves can be given the axe as well (There are plenty of variations and different cultures of humans) Ratabor I always thought was just a pale humanoid, and witches more of a profession then a species. (Atramor looks nothing like Elphaba or Baba). The trimmed list is far less daunting, and minus a few stragglers (I don't even think Spelljammer had omnicidal molluskorpions, Danny! ) is about on par with other works of fantasy.

Not to mention six story tall wizened elder mollusks/scorpions/things prancing about...

Speaking of which, I keep misreading Quest 64 as "Disco In Duplovia". Hey, I pulled a Brickdoctor moment - smashed Sylph and gave him shock therapy when he poked Eidolon.

Oh, if only some of these whispers could be visible... Also, if you have a certain monarch from the same game you referenced in your quest, I will be Favorite game of all time, though that final boss...

"Oh, poor Karie Quinn, you must be so confused. Kill him for Mr. A, darling." Although I must give a similar apology to all of my questees - you've missed almost 20 quests, but luckily you'll be out of my ~nefarious~ clutches very soon.

"In the flesh. Though I am unsure how much a druid would appreciate the existence of an ether-born creature such as myself..." "We may never truly know who deserved to die tonight, out of the hundreds of proggs who lost their lives. But I thank you for freeing my people from my sons. When my Eve died, I was devastated... I was the strongest of my kind, but also the weakest. In my pity and wallowing I left behind my people - the species I ruled - and spent the greater part of this last millennium in isolation. Cut off from my colony my children, fueled by hatred, began tainting them... no creature, no species, should live life only to hate and destroy. It is more unnatural and vile then even I. So, when The Regret sent me some magic equipment, in hopes I would imbue myself and join him in his sick crusade..." You recall Adam Envill's testimony... Were those Aerial Proggs delivering the equipment? "...I realized what was happening to Proggkind. Those poor souls that delivered the magic, though - The Regret must've discovered where I was hiding, and hexed almost an entire squadron out of their minds to deliver it to me. Killed themselves as soon as they set their packages down; The Regret's instructions, I imagine. The Regret - no, Prometheus - was very sick being, heroes. Did you know that it was I that split the sword you currently carry? It was a precaution it had to take. I returned home from my daily labor, only to find Prometheus with the blade in hand, inches away from his heart... I snatched the blade from him and shattered it in my rage, making sure to keep a close eye on him from that point on. His resent managed to trickle down to my children and corrupt their hearts, and nearly swayed all of Proggkind. Even as a Pariah, he was the one pulling the strings. And for that, I thank you, heroes. For doing what I would be incapable. For purging the hate from my people." The Mythrogg looks concerned at the hero. "What is the matter, young one?"

I'll be posting a thesis giant breakdown on it all when it concludes. You still have the Mythrogg to speak to! You'll have to ask the 48ers in private, Flipz. Whether or not they divulge, well...

I take one step back in slight awe as the formidable figure gallops near us. I quickly collect myself... "Hello, sir. Is there anything you'd like?"

Gee, thanks for the encouragement. You see, though, I have this super-op item called "medicine" and "some rest", not to mention my immune system is Level 40. Should allow me to conquer it pretty quickly.

Gah, sorry for the lateness, 48ers. Your QM seems to be battling a final boss of his own right now, and it's name seems to be "stomach bug".

QM Note: Busy morning - I'm afraid I won't be able to update this morning! After your conversation with the Mythrogg, you'll be allowed to buy stuff at the marketplace and can leave whenever. 48 is going to be over within a few days.

All that is missing is "Freak-In-A-Sheet", slick.

I have no idea what could be contained in that space.

Bloody hell Flipz, I couldn't help you if I wanted to! My computer would explode!

Somewhere in the... 2,000 area, if I remember? I use a rig from 2004, if isn't the greatest.

Maybe I didn't want to spoil him? The angel you see him at now is the only angle the Mythrogg actually looks good at - he is woefully incomplete, I fear. If I make a complete Mythrogg, the universe would either fold over or my computer would melt.

The ultimate Progg! he isn't there to fight though, so worry not.

The Regret gives a strained chuckle, his phantasmal form mangling the sound into something horrible. "Optimism doesn't suit you, Druid." With one last wheezy chuckle, the regret resigns and his spirit collapses. His dark shadowy forms flickers and distorts, fragments drifting off of the battered soul and disintegrating in the air. With a collective nod the party unsheathes their weapons - they had faced some of the greatest trials of their lives this night. The darkness that plagued the sky clears as the party draws closer and closer to dispelling the hateful beast. Knowing fully well that the mutilated creature before them was the root of thousands upon thousands of deaths, the party clutches their weapons in their hands... And charge. In one synchronized strike they all slash at The Regret, his pulsating form being thrown into the air after being hit by the massive attack. He clutches his face grid in pain as his decaying form rises into the now-clear night sky. Fragments begin to split off from the ghastly soul in bursts of black light, fading into nothingness. With one last blinding burst of darkness, the remains of The Regret's soul swirl away into the night's darkness, soon spiraling out of sight. The heroes sigh and smile as they finally see the sun rising over the horizon once more - the evil was banished, and it seemed today would be a beautiful day. In no more then 8 hours did the heroes undergo their greatest challenges, stop a genocide, and dispel one of the most powerful creatures in Olegaia... they all turn to look at each other, everybody amazed the tragedy was finally at an end. Hal thoughtfully watches the slowly rising sun, almost keeling over from relief. it was clear he was using his halberd as a means of supporting his exhausted body. "Never... never in my life did I think I'd ever witness so much...So much carnage, so much bloodshed, so many lives lost. And yet, I saw so much heroism, so many brave souls fighting for the safety of others... I can and will say this countless of times, and I am certain the citizens of Luosh will echo my sentiments. Thank you, heroes. Thank you for everything." "I'm glad I could *wheeze* help, heroes. You've become legends! I just hope that *cough* the Proggs learn their lesson from all of this... We're made of tough stuff, though. We'll find our way through this trial, just like you guys did *wheeze* today." The heroes turn their attention to Aquos. With The Regret dispelled, he too was vanishing away - he managed to cling on for some time and outlast his brothers, but it was time to let go. He had found redemption in his heart. "Heroes... although it was you who slayed me, it was also you have gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Galen, do keep an eye on Beatrice on my son, will you? i trust you'll take better care of them then I ever could. Goodbye, heroes... til' we meet in another life." With one solemn wave of his tentacle, Aquos allows himself to slip back into the realm of the dead. he vanishes in a wisp, peaceful and redeemed - he and his brothers would recuperate in due time. They had an eternity, after all. As the heroes turn for the stairs to head down from the roof, they hear a soft crunch on the other edge of the roof... a voice speaks from behind, a pleasant voice with more then a bit of melancholy and age mixed in to it. It sounded wise and experienced, well-versed in the ways of Olegaia... "I'd also like to send my thanks." The party turns around, startled - it was indeed a soft and pleasant voice, but they saw a giant claw hanging off of the edge of the town hall! Another claw slowly raises and clutches the edge of the town hall, followed by two more... The giant claws tighten their grip on the roof and pull, raising up an equally gargantuan body. The MYTHROGG?! The colossal beast had managed to come into Luosh incognito, coming to bestow his blessings on the victorious heroes. The heroes look in awe, mouth agape, and the magnificent creature - if anything, the legends were understating the Progg. He was absolutely huge, as tall as his palace - his giant hands could scoop up the entire party. His tail was gigantic, virtually a pillar of pure muscle. He was unmatche din beauty, the majestic beast clad in head to tail in pure mythril. It composed nearly his entire body, the priceless mineral shining brilliantly in the morning sun. His eyes seemed to match the sun in brightness, white beacons of light shining out from is shell. This was the King of all Proggs... and, thankfully, he wasn't there to wage war. "I know you've been bestowed thanks so many times this night, heroes, but I was hoping you'd accept mine."

Thanks, B&P! The quest isn't over yet, I haven't kicked you guys out (but will be within the week). Hold tight for the post I'm brewin' up, it contains my favorite build ever.