Endgame

"Not everyone is infatuated with the houses. I have no qualms with most of the houses - even considered siding with the Ziegfireds - but not everyone likes them."

Oh, you are definitely going to be. As soon as Fugazi posts (and he is lookingat the thread now) I'll dispel The Regret and kick off the main ending sequence/conversation. Also, back from dentistland, and two hours earlier then expected to boot! Huzzah! Also, 4,000 posts... bow before your Gran Duke, puny humans!

QM Note: Going to the dentist again for an after wisdom-tooth-removal-appointment. Of course, this dentist is also notorious for being 2 hours late to every appointment, so... I'll see you tonight, folks.

Imported spiders he screwed over an entire ecosystem to get. Also, Hestia must've hit a growth spurt recently...

"Last words? Last words? How many times must I reiterate before it pierces through yor skull? I am undying. Immortal. You may dispel me here, but I will remain a wandering soul - weakened, but not extinct. There is no end to my existence!" Sylph opens up to Humanity's Folly, and begins to browse. Alex reads intently over the druid's shoulder, but he soon wishes he had never laid eyes on this chapter - it was a detailed account of every atrocity The Regret had ever witnessed. Wars, murders, plagues, famines - unceasing death described in meticulous detail. Sickeningly the Progg had a death count at the end of every paragraph, the numbers climbing higher and higher at an alarming rate. Even Sylph reads in horror at the tragedies written down in the tome, crimes so gruesome and wars so destructive that no man could even bear to write them down and preserve the catastrophe in history. The words on the page begin to glow purple as the two read them, a faint droning echoing in their minds as they read on. This droning gets louder and louder as the death count climbs, eventually giving the heroes physical pain. By the time the death count was in the millions, they had to slam the book shut before they inflicted any more pain upon themselves. The Regret simply laughs as they stop reading that chapter - not even the heroes could handle what the Progg had written. They flip open to a much thinner chapter, this one titled "Perfect World." Perfect World "For those of you who were capable of enduring at least part of the previous chapter, it must occur to you now that humanity isn't something that deserves or can achieve salvation. Thousands upon thousands of years, and yet they just keep making the same mistakes over and over. Technology improves, war machines are constructed, new fighting style created... and yet, as time marches on and Olegaia changes, humanity simply refuses. they are an antique of a bloodstained past, and keep us locked in a perpetual existence of oppression and bloodshed. A perfect Olegaia is one devoid of their verminous kind, and I will be taking steps to ensure their destruction: 1. Enter: This step is a bit barbaric for my tastes, but marvelously efficient nonetheless. The Progg Legion will storm into the desired location, and just go on a rampage - a wanton spree of destruction. Destroy every plot of land, wreck any monuments or structures possible, kill every human you lay your eyes upon. Leave no survivors - women and children, of course, included. 2. Establish: With the initial slaughter done, begin routing out and imprisoning any hiding humans. Turn their settlements into Progg property and establish a camp here - all while hunting down and jailing any stray humans. When you have a camp suitable for Proggs to live in for some time, proceed to step 3. 3. Execute: Take prisoners out of their jailcells one by one. Two Proggs will escort the human to the executioner's podium, where he or she will be promptly slaughtered. A perimeter of elite Proggs will surround the entire area, as well as several patrols, to prevent any form of escape should a human break free from their escort's vice. Any humans unwilling to die yet may opt to be brainwashed into being a Progg servant, and either sold into slavery or to assist us in the next Entry phase. If the latter occurs, they will receive a painless death the next Execute phase in exchange for their meager services. If the former occurs, human slaves may only serve their masters for one year before being put down. 4. Systematically repeat, county to county, city state to city state, country to country, continent to continent. Sometimes, to permanently end a threat, you must commit the same crimes as your opposition... and if the above is what it takes to create my perfect world, then so be it." Sylph opens up to the next chapter... Magicks Hatred is an emotion that is such an underrated thing... Long ago, my spirit was split and my heart and soul were consumed by the blackest of despairs. It was - and still remains - an infinitely growing burden. However, hatred, sorrow, regret... I embraced it all, accepted it as my being. And it gave birth to some of the most powerful magic Olegaia will ever see... The chapter breaks down into a variety of strings and tables for every Arcane - every spell in this chapter was documented in minute detail. And there were plenty of spells - spires of fire, torrents of water, hurricanes, lightning bolts, summoning ents, raising glaciers, creating earthquakes, shooting beams of light, creating spires of darkness, teleportation, mind control, telepathy, spiritism, he even researched time travel. However, at the end of this chapter, there was a rather large section... regarding The regret's notes on how to end his life. It spanned more then a four hundred pages, his neat notes and hypotheses slowly growing more and more cryptic. His clean penmanship faded into a messy scrawl, dark phrases such as "MERCY" and "NO HOPE" visible in the jumble of letters. By the sections end there was nothing more then unintelligible scrawls... Tragically, from the dating, it was clear that The Regret had researched how to truly end himself for over a century. He never found the answer he was looking for.

"Unfortunately there are plenty of harsh or grumpy people in Eubric." I shrug. "He's just another one in the crowd."

"Hah. Just going to flip through my literature, are you?" QM Note: Just tell me when you want to dispel Perfect Regret - I'll have the rest of the Tome up tomorrow morning.

Foreword I lead a very twisted life, I fear. A pariah from the very species I gave birth to, an outcast to everything that is real in this world, I wandered this Olegaia. A slave for quite a few centuries, I walked this planet, with hope in my heart that the disease that drove my masters to their heinous acts wasn't widespread. Foolishly I searched and searched, looking for one settlement that wasn't yet corrupted. And yet, more then a thousand years later, my search has proven fruitless. Humanity now teeters on the brink of calamity... and as The Regret, it is my duty to this planet to eradicate them. No longer will they prance about, destroying everything they touch. They robbed me and countless others of everything they had in their, and I will ensure they will get what they rightfully deserve. In this tome, I have recorded the damning follies of humanity in great detail - every noteworthy fiasco for the last two millenniums. I have described the ideal Olegaia in great length, and I have taken notes on the dark magics I will use to accomplish my goals. If your mind isn't capable of handling the truths and the hatred-borne magicks inscribed in this tome, I suggest you put it down.

Ohh, yes, I remember that move quite fondly. Every legendary just loved spamming it. But I could see similar items working (Toxic smelling salts, dizzy nostrums)

Sylph opens up the weathered tome, the jet black book laced with various writings in seemingly every language. He cracks up the dark book and is immediately in awe - this book was not your average literature. Magical runes and spells laced the book's every margin. Various projections flashed out as he flipped through it, the holograms hovering over the book's weathered pages. Every tragedy the twisted Progg had bore witness to had been researched and recorded in grea tdetail, along with the beast's own twisted fantasies. Table of Contents: >Foreword >Humanity's Folly >The Perfect World >Magicks

Actually, an item that makes you fall asleep but also restores health is a fine idea.

"I was ever a stranger in this world - just an undying shadow, lost wandering in world full of lights... And I stranger I shall remain. Not even I am to be afforded the true bliss of death." From the colossal brawl that took place tonight in Luosh, the party feels themselves grow even stronger... The Party: Sylph Solanum (Dannylonglegs) *Party Leader!* unknown age, unknown race Druid Level 21.66 Power: 29 (21+7+1) Defense: 0 Health: 37/37c(21+17+7+1) Ether: 4/24 (5+16+1) Gold: 37 Equipment: Shrapnel Bow (WP: 9, Bow. Every successful hit drops the target's SP by 1) , Ranger's Quiver (WP +1 to bows and crossbows), 20-20 glasses (headwear, +1 turn of effect for scrolls) Inventory: Mockthril Rod (WP:7), Scroll of Frailty, Scroll of Sleep, Scroll of Blindness, Scroll of Sealing, Scroll of Confusion, 2 Potions, 1 Grand Potion, Venom, Smoke Bomb, 2 Fire Bombs,Ice Bomb, 3 Water Bombs, 2 Lightning Bombs, Floral Bomb, Bedroll, Shovel, Pickaxe, Magnifying Glass, 6 Bones, Signet Ring, Saber Teeth, Journal of The Bleeding, Sword Fragment (1), Helmet (Max. health +1), Quartz, Tale of the Invincible King, Psych Documents, Merry Bow (WP:7, ranged, steals 1 gold with each successful hit except Shield-skills), Journal of The Wound, Sword Fragment (2), Emerald, Trial Brew x3, Suffering's Journal, Sword Fragment (3) Johon [AKA Alf Gregory] (Bricksandparts) 25 years old male human Barbarian > Raider Level: 22.66 Power: 34 (22+8+4) Health: 39/39 (22+8+1+7+0) Shield Power: (5) Ether: ~/0 Positive effects: *Immune to:* (*Fragile*, *Cursed* *Stunned* *Poisoned!*), *Natural Respite* Negative effects: (none) Gold: 2607 (186G(1), 0GB(50), 0CB(50), 0GO(80), 0CC(70), 0GC(100), 0M) Equipment: Sword of Decay (WP:8)(once the target is inflicted with damage they lose a quarter of the power of the strike each following turn for three turns. the effect cannot be compounded with more strikes. Suitable to Mages, Knights and Barbarians.) Heavy Armour – SP:5, protects from fragile-effect, suitable for barbarians and knights, Bravado Boots (1/6 chance of being Lucky at the beginning of every battle), Scarlet Hood (+4 to power, immunity to stunned) Extra Artefacts: Helmet (+1 max health), Blessed Amulet – Protects from cursed-effect. Dog Statuette - (suitable for anyone, SP: 1, once named (Rover), speaking the name summons a dog almost certainly to tag along on madcap adventures and make snippy comments.), Hide of The Bleeding (Backwear, restores 10 HP and 5 ether for every enemy the wearer kills, suitable for anyone) Extra Weapons: Greatsword (WP:3), Meteor Blade (WP:8, Light elemental), Focal Staff (WP:5, Focus Fire-Roll a 3 for 5 ether Suitable for clerics and mages) Tools: Shovel (1), Pick-axe (2), Magnifying Glass (1), Magic Compass (1) Consumables: Potion (4), Venom (2), Trial Brew (1), Remedy Elements: Aquamarine (1), Emerald (1), Topaz (1) Scrolls: Scroll of Sleep (1), Scroll of Blindness (1), Scroll of Sealing (2), Scroll of Confusion (1) Quest items: (None) Elgar Gligin (played by Jedi master Brick) Level 21.66 Evoker *Immune to Fragile!* Power: 32 Defense: 6 Health: 24/31 24 Ether: 4/20 Gold: 621 Equipment: Mockthril Crossbow (WP:11), Chainmail (SP: 2, Bodywear: half damage from Fire elemental enemies and double from Electric elemental enemies) Emerald Hood (SP: 4, headwear, protects from Fragile) Inventory: Fauxthril Longbow (WP: 5),Smoke Bomb, Bedroll, Emerald, Sapphire, Topaz, Opal, Venom x4, Spade, Pickaxe, 3 Potions, Trickster's Mask of the Elf(Accessory, Changes user's appearance into an Elf),Scroll of Poisoning (Grants target’s weapon the badly poisoned effect for one battle at the cost of 5 ether), Needlessly Large Rod (Non-Artifact Item, Curses a random enemy. Usable once per battle.) Does not prevent free hits. Grand Potion x2, Scroll of Sleep, Scroll of Blindness, Scroll of Confusion, Scroll of Sealing, Fireworks, Remedy, Dualis Scepters (WP: 8, Club/Staff, Dual-striking) Alexandre le Chevalier (Played by Capt.JohnPaul) Level 20.5 Paladin, 20 year old elf male Power: 30 Defense: 13 Health: 40/40 Ether: 9/20 Gold: 172 Equipment: Sword of the Elven Blademaster (WP: 10 *Crumbling!* ;ignores SP, +1 gold per successful strike), Cross Heater Shield (SP: 10), Mail of the Renegade Commander (SP: 3; Damage of all Free Hits is halved; suitable for Knights and Barbarians), Dapper Hat (Headwear, wearer has a 1/6 chance of becoming encouraged at the start of each battle) Inventory: Potions (5), Bedroll, Smoke Bomb, Smoke Bomb, Fire Bomb, Potion, Grand Tonic, Scroll of Sealing, Elixir, Feather Duster of DOOM (WP: 1) Deadly Venom Lycan Romulus Dean (played by TheBoyWonder) Level 15.5 Rogue *Immune to weakened* *Immune to Stunned* Power: 35 Health: 21/21 Gold: 1270 (95 gold owed to Thormanil and 30 to Loreal) Equipment: Combrys (WP: 15 16 *Deadly Envenomed!*, consecutive successful strikes raise Combry's WP by 1, unsuccessful strikes drop it to it's base WP), Scarlet Hood (Headwear, Power +4, Protects from Stunned) Hide of The Suffering (Bodywear, Power +7 when under a negative status effect. Doesn't stack.) Inventory: Bedroll, Staff of The Frog Paladin (WP:6, 1/6 chance of Amphibianocs Blessing (protects from damage)), Throwing Dagger (WP6), Venom x3, Sylvania's Cowl(grants Animal Talk to Wearer), Garnet, Scarlet Hood (Headwear, Power +4, Protects from Stunned), Garnet, Phoenix Essence, Pugilist Gloves(Power +2, protects from weakened) Galen Woodward (Fugazi) 36 year old male human Rogue Level 18 Power: 28 (18+10) Defense: 1(+1) Health: 28/28 (7+17+4) Gold: 4794 Equipment: Murkwood Thread (WP: 10), Chimera Headdress (Headwear, Suitable for Rangers and Rogues, +1 SP +4 Health), Stretchy Rubber Band (Accessory, returns thrown weapons immediately) Inventory: Fauxthril Shuriken (WP:5, ranged), Throwing Dagger (WP:4, ranged), Bedroll, Venom x2, Grand Potion, Fire Bomb, Goblin's Wrench(WP:10 ,retrievable), Black Katana (WP:8), Trial Brew x3, Goblin's Wrench (WP:10,retrievable), Cast, Leather Armour (SP:1), Hide of The Wound (+6 power to throwing weapons), Smokebomb, Phoenix Essence, Deadly Venom, Plague Venom, Throwing Dagger (WP6) "Is... is it finally *wheeze* over...?" Punii, 2 month year old Progg Alchemist Jellies: Red x5, Green x5, Blue x5 "Oh, thank Ennoc... it's over... it's finally over...!" Hal Bohrd, Luosh Guard Captain Level 20 Power: 30 Defense: 3 Health: 37/37 Gold: 50 Equipment: Halberd (WP: 10) Luoshian Armor (SP: 3, Bodywear) Inventory: Rolls: 6: Charge! Does damage to the target equal to all conscious party member's WP added together. The special effects in the weapon (such as decay) are not transmitted. 5: Critical Hit: WPx3+Level "Luosh will remember this battle, heroes." Phantom Aquos, Minstrel Level 20.33 HP: 38/38 SP: 2 Ether: 0/12 Equipment: Phatom Carapace (SP: 2), Percussus (WP: 9) Inventory: Tonic x2, Mead Party Leader, how will the loot be divided? 755 gold Mead Smelling Salts Nostrum The Regret's Tome: An arcane booked laced with various magicks. it thrums with dark power... what has the twisted creature written inside? Sword Fragment 4: The final sword fragment. Is reassembling the shattered sword possible now? Hide of The Regret: A ghostly silver hide that once belonged to The Regret. Being one who held reins over death, the hide halves all damage from Undead dealt to the wearer. Suitable for everybody, backwear.

Where do you see that? Yeah, I've loved hosting 48... but it is pretty draining and time consuming. Definitely taking a bit of a break to digest what I've learned from 48 and apply it to the rest of the quests, as well as whatever feedback I get on the QM lounge upon 48's conclusion. Summer break is rolling around the corner (8 weeks), and although I probably will be back into hosting by then, my schedule will be incredibly flexible.

I'm taking a bit of a break after 48, so I'll see how many people I can hook into Stealer 2. Also, I'll probably see what I can do in terms of scheduling for both quests.

No, I'm done. Running boss battles that big consecutively takes its tolls on you. Expect Stealer 2 to atleast start out a bit more dmoestic.

Unfortunately, I don't think LDD has their prints... And with that, 48ers... you have defeated my True Final Boss. Now just sit back, RP through the ending, and watch the credits roll. Great hosting for you all.

Round Thirty-One Of The True Final Battle! >Punii mixes jellies: 6 is rolled: 40 damage to all enemies, disregarding SP! >Sylph uses a tonic on Aquos (back) >Aquos sings Ballad of Bravery (back) >Alex VS Perfect Regret (front): Damage Critical Hit (10x2=20+20=40x2=80 damage) >Sylph VS Perfect Regret (back): Critical Hit (9x2=18+21=39x2=78-10=68 damage) >Elgar VS Perfect Regret (back): Critical Hit (11x2=22+21=43x2=86-9=76 damage) >Galen VS perfect Regret (back): Shield: Mug (10x3=30+17=47x2=94-9=85 damage, 85 gold earned) >Johon VS Perfect Regret (back): Hit (8+21=29x2=58/2=29-9=20 damage) >Hal VS Perfect Regret (back): Shield: Charge! (10+10+10+8+9+11+16+9=83x2=166/2=83-9=74 damage) ...! With the crowd of Proggs gathering below them, the party launches into their final assault on the collosal beast. Punii lets loose one final blast, even the phantasmal royalty being thrown back by the explosion's magnitude. Slph gives a tonic to Aquos. Invigorated by his last dirnk on the mortal realm, the fallen Progg plays his swan song. With Aquos's triumphant song bolstering their every attack, the party all attack Perfect Regret. The beast evades, rolls, hops backwards, even teleports and tries to retaliate - but in the end it is for naught. The invasion had not treated Hal or his town well. Luosh had nearly collapsed under Progg rule, and hundreds of good men and women had perished - some under his employment. He grips his halberd, resolute... and simply raises his hand into the air. That was the only signal the party needed. In perfect synchronization the entire party draws their weapons and charge Perfect Regret, hitting the hateful beast with all of their might. He staggers backwards as he is slammed by the titanic attack, a giant crack suddenly splitting down his carapace. He rears backwards and shrieks in pain, his howl betraying thousands upon thousands of years of sorrow and hate. Dark magic erupted out of his every wound, his silver shell blasting off of its body and being thrown away in the whipping winds. His eyes glow brighter and brighter, piercing the darkness that loomed over the party during this grueling battle. A dark mist shoots out along with the dark magic, enveloping its party in its cold embrace... Under the mist, the party sees visions flash before their eyes. Wars. Schisms. Sieges. Genocides. Rebellions. Murders. Plague. So many sickening visions engulfed the party - in a horrifying way the party felt like they were there, witnessing the hundreds upon hundreds that had flashed before their eyes. In not even a full minute, the party had seen thousands upon thousands of deaths. Wars that had never been recorded in the vagaries of history - uprisings that faded into myths. Entire empires collapsing whose name had faded into nothingness - over his long and terrible life, Prometheus had seen so much death. So much sadness, so much regret, so much death, so much hatred - and the Progg had embraced them, accepting them into his heart. Prometheus had been slowly dying for centuries... and at this point, there was no trace of the kind creature. All that was left was the abomination they had just defeated. Even as his body fell to shambles, Perfect Regret haunted the hearts and minds of the heroes... In his wirhting agony Perfect Regret stumbles backwards, still belting out a spine chilling shriek. Rhodus and Eidolon's flickering forms lay on the rooftop, clutching their hearts in pain as they fade into nothingess. Aquos, too, was trying his hardest to remain tethered to the land of the living. With one last howl, Perfect Regret's eyes are sealed shut... and he allows his body to tumble over the edge of the roof, plummeting to the ground below. The party watches as the beast topples over, disinitegrating into a purple fireball of dark magic as he plummeted to the ground below. He hits the ground with a resounding explosion of magic, a purple beacon exploding outwards from where the body collided. As he hits the ground below the crowd of Proggs flee, scattering in every direction. The party covers their ears and struggle to remain on their feet as the shockwave nearly bowls them over. For those watching the starry sky that night, the beacon released by Perfect Regret's demise would be clearly visible: The beacon fades into nothingess, and the party looks down off th edge to see what remained of Perfect Regret. His body had shattered upon impact, now nothing more then a smoldering pile of slag. As they stare down at the destroyed progg below, a black shadow rips off from the burning remains and flings itself upwards. It flies erratically, its ghostly form flickering and distorted. As it reaches the top of its ascension, its silhouette illuminated by the full moon... it collapses down onto the drenched roof of the town hall. It was as The Regret had said - no matter what, his soul would persevere. Despite its body being destoryed, the essence did indeed live on... though it was clear it wasn't capable of any type of fight. The party's two brawls with the Progg had weakened him... he speaks, his voice tired and weary. His body was shattered, and his soul defeated - all that was left was to dispel the ghost from Luosh. "You... you did it, heroes. Bravo." The party looks down in disgust at the broken soul.... all that was eft was to dispatch the foul spirit, and free Luosh once and for all. QM Note: Levelled up party and loot will come later on this evening... but you won, 48ers. Excellent job on every battle I've thrown at you, and thanks so much for hanging in these past six months. I won't delcare it until Regret is dispelled, but 48 is officially succesful. Stick with me for a few more days to experience the ending, and I'll have you out of here by Tuesday-Wednesday, most likely.

Turtle stompers or shroom abusers next, then.

Well folks, with that, I have officially uploaded the final photo for 48. This behemoth of a quest is just about over.

I raise an eyebrow at the concentrated ball of... stuff. "Why the black goo?"

So the official name of the "Elite Mosquitoid" is the Mantizoid, huh? Also, the Galactic Titan is described as the final battle... I know Ninjago is getting more sets even after it was declared to be the final battle, but it still isn't a very good indicator of another wave.

Deserves it then! Just sat back as foreigners saved his country...