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"Don't be hasty. The residential district is unfinished, as of now - the last thing we needed to add was the Echoes tubes, which saved the place, ironically. We won't hurt anyone if we flood it. Flooding it will set us back, but it is part then waiting here for waterboy." "We have an overpopulation issue! People need that building to be usable." "And we'll be underpopulated if the dragon has his way."
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"No, and we are spreading out deliberately to avoid that. Thus the Billows tunnel." "...You reading off a cue card, kid?" The party reaches the tunnel to Billow, and finds two Proggs arguing in front of it. "I can't believe you want to set us back." "And you prefer to be dust?" The red progg notices Solon and Fydelle. "Solon, Fydelle, and... humans. We heard you were coming, an aide sent a message through the Echoes. Either way, settle this." "I'm afraid the Construction Master has lost his damn mind." "I have the drains set up already. My men can set the final charges, detonate them, destroy the last of the blockage we have set up, and we can have this tunnel drained swiftly." "Care to tell them where you would be draining it to?" "...The nearest choice is the closest large cavern. The unfinished residential district. But if time is a factor here, Solon, it's the only way." "Oh, really? And when my men - the Aqua Proggs - can just swim them through?" "How long will it take to scout it out, to make sure the route is even possible? And do you know if you can ensure they get through safely?" "I don't know, and no, respectively."
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"We don't have much more time to spare. Let's get going towards the tunnel to Billow, and see what we can do." Fydelle and Solon shuffle off, and the party follows suit. They exit the building they were in and head down a series of stone walkways, leading them over the submerged colony. An air of tension hangs in the caverns, the Colon'ys cramped walls only causing the feeling of oppression to build more and more. The huge group steps through an arch, and find themselves in a vast cavern, looking down at a huge, but uninhabited edifice. "The help you Heroicans gave us two years ago allowed us to build this. It's finally almost complete - it'll finally fix our overcrowding issue, especially now that the Residential Quarter is half submerged. Nice, isn't it?" "Looks like you are getting to do some sightseeing on the way to the Billows tunnel." notes Solon. "This is Residential District Two, though. Took us a long, long time, but it's almost done."
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"I mean, I can't swim either." says Masson glancing at where his arm should be for the umpteenth time. "Only in circles, really." "The submerged part of that tunnel is easily more than half a mile long - it never got fully flooded, thank Ennoc, only a section of it. Nevertheless, you swimming by yourselves? Not an option."
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"Time will tell. Best case scenario, you beat an answer out of him."
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"Do... Do humans have resistance to alcohol like we do? Or are you really trying to get drunk at a time like this?" "Some of us." "Well, regardless, we actually managed to "plug the hole"... by partially collapsing the tunnel. They'd still be plenty of room for you to walk if it wasn't absolutely full of water. To be honest, I've been so busy running around, trying to get things at home straight, I haven't seen what the tunnel is like - if you even have options to go through it. I will head down with you, shortly, and we can check it out yourselves. ...You know, it is a shame. Damn shame. We had almost just finished the construction efforts you Heroicans salvaged the first time you were done here, but... Well, square one, if not worse, if this dragon isn't stopped." "What tyrant demands control over a city for only half a year? If he wanted power, I'm not sure if he would bother with the judgment process, or the plea agreement. Is he a bastard? Yes. But from what I've seen of him... Power is not his goal. Or perhaps it is. Maybe he's been decieving us the entire time - it's also possible." "Care to show them what we found in our archives, Fydelle?" "Right. We believe there to be at least one other copy of this. Up until now, we did not know who it may be referring to. Well, now we have an idea." Fydelle unrolls a scroll. "Unless you know any other dragons that emerged from the Dawn of Time?"
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Heroica RPG - Expert Job Class Discussion
Endgame replied to LEGOman273's topic in The Heroica Archive
I'm glad someone else noticed this. I think the Prophet should get nerfed instead of buffing the Paragon, though. -
"That was the input I was looking for. So you truly think you can defeat this Father of Dragons, then? And honestly... Even if half the houses bend knee to that serpent, whose to say the other half is too stubborn to give up what they've built? Everyone needs to agree to it, and who knows who else was given the "request" besides myself and the houses." "No. The Syndicate were never a major group in Eubric. We're roughly two dozen men and women with little power over the city's affairs - we just cleaned up crime. I still don't know if burning down the HQ was him diverting you, sending a message, judging me for past crimes, or what. ...I'm not sure if we are going to be able to rebuild it."
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Solon and Fydelle look confused as Karie bobs a curtsy. "Human culture... Is not our thing. Anyway. Immortalis has contacted me, after I got judged and after this whole storm started. His terms were this: If myself, and every other faction who got judged, agree to allow Immortalis to control things in Eubric for no more than half a year, the storm will cease. He's essentially trying to bully us into bending knee, as far as I can tell. Which frightens me... Because that means the worst of this damn storm is yet to come. And you've seen what has happened to this poor colony already."
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QM Note: Thanks for the heads up Asphalt. Siercon, Swils, you there? If you guys are still struggling with illness/coursework, no problem. If Fydelle's stares were daggers, Lind would be dead. "I wasn't kidding about it looking good, but suit yourself." "Listen, little dragon. We have enough trouble from one of you. I am not letting another come down and lecture us while... Well, look for yourself." The party exits the tunnel into the main cavern, walking along a long strut of rock over the Colony... What they thought was a canal was actually a street- a neighborhood. Those were doors into people's homes. And they were submerged fully by water. Above the newly formed pool, the party could see two parents telling their young Proggs about what had happened... That they didn't have a home any more. That floodwater had washed away everything. The children simply watched their parents, confused and lost... "This is what has become of our colony. And there isn't much we can do about it... But if another tunnel breaks, the nightmare starts all over. ...Come on. Solon's office isn't far from here." Sure enough, the party soon enters an impressive stone edifice - the Stronghold of the Progg colony - and hear a heated discussion inside. "I can't keep doing this. We can't keep doing this." "You have no choice, Solon." "I am a regent. This was meant to be temporary. It was supposed to end when the young prince came into power. We were supposed to have an election!" "But now he's dead, and you're all we have left." "Me? Someone who is just a military man? I was never fit for this. I was on the battle field, for Ennoc's sake, you're the politician. And now we have to rebuild again!" "Are you saying you will be abandoning the cause?" "Hell no. But expect my resignation when this is over." A huge, frustrated looking albino Progg steps out. "...I'm Solon." he says, frustration and exhaustion in his voice. "Regent of the Proggs. And you all are?" "Heroes, Solon. Heroica." "...If there is any way we you can help, or we can help you, I will do what I can. Immortalis has offered us a way out of this, but I don't think I should accept."
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I can try whipping something up for you, not sure what the issue is...
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Gabriel keeps walking. "I know looks are important, especially for someone as good looking as you, but-" The sniper turns around. His eyebrows raise as he takes in the sight before smiling and whistling appreciatively. It seems the dye had the intended effect on males, at the very least. "Does it look okay? It looks better than okay. Didn't think you were that daring with your looks." "I mean a huge hole got ripped in the tunnel to Billow and it got flooded almost entirely. Oh, and here's the big kicker. Our Colony uses something called the Echo System - stone tubes that can carry sound all over the Colony, just by speaking into them. Great communication system. Big, wide things, a Progg could fit through them. And they all connect to the same place. The tunnel broke and flooded, and the water went up through the Echoes tube right back up to where all the tubes meet. That chamber got flooded, and suddenly water is getting pumped out of every damn Echoes tube in the Colony. For here, a basic mining shaft with one Echoes Tube, it's only a foot of water. For residential areas, though, where there's one on every corner... You can imagine the flooding. It's... It's bad. Hmm... I would maybe say we're the grains in the sand in the sand box more than anything. Shaped and destroyed because some god, or false god, or dragon said so."
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"I could try carrying you, but uh..." Masson looks at the stump on his right side. "Can't exactly do it bridal style, would have to do it over the shoulder, and that'd be.... Yeah." "You think this is bad? This is the least flooded place. Some people have their homes submerged right now, all because the damn tunnel to Billow broke..." "I imagine these fellows could do some damage if they put their minds to it... Being the size of a horse gives you that strength." "Dragons are fine, little one. There is a progg who... Well. Many proggs, actually, at least four, who did some awful things. At least Immortalis was cordial when we met him -one of the kindest souls we've met. It doesn't make sense that his methods are... well, this."
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"Listen, I'll get the guard captain. But if it is Billow you're going to, you might be out of luck..." The ground rumbles, and the Progg sinks back in only to be replaced by a bulkier, olive green one. Despite his complete lack of of a face, his sluggish movements and worn voice pointed towards him being exhausted. "Heroicans? Name is Fydelle. Get down here. Less rain." The ground collapses inwards in a controlled fashion, creating a slope downwards. The party descends... They follow Fydelle theough the tunnel, as the crustacean wades through the water - easily about a foot to two feet, maybe three feet deep, in places. They splash through the water and follow the Progg through the steamy tunnel. "As my employee told you, I am the guard captain of the Progg colony. And no, most of us are not aquatic in the slightest. These tunnels... They aren't meant to be flooded. Damn dragon judged us too, and he's making you pay just as much as the folks up above. I'll be taking you to speak with the current leader, Solon." "I did not expect to go swimming with giant lobsters today..."
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"First I'm hearing about it. And we're getting hit bad by the storm - being underground doesn't protect us, so we have our own "unique" issues - so we're on edge. We don't really have a way of communicating with the above ground. I'm willing to bet your employer just reached out to Punii without informing us. We are a bit... secluded. This is supposed to be a "secret" entrance. Heroica, huh? That's... Good. You bailed us out once before. You actually know how to stop the storm? What's causing it?"
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"No dragons here, mate. Not in these tunnels, I can guarantee you that." "Punii? That little yellow fellow who is an alchemist? Hrm... Why did he send you? He could not possibly be employing you, he's a kid."
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"All you're gonna find in there is bottles of booze and my cigar butts." And sure enough, the Sniper was right. Lind strikes the ground near the cobble stones with the shovel, causing just a bit of a racket. The ground begins to shake, and the cobblestones are lifted up like a cover to some sort of hatch. Two blue claws, followed by a huge stinger, followed by what looked like the grate to some sort of ventilation shaft slithered out, all connected by a strong, crustacean-esque body. It was roughly the size of a horse, from the tip of its claws to the end of its tail. "Would you all quit it with that damn racket - uh, oh. I see there's, uh, quite a number of you... ...What are you here for?" Says the beast, sounding slightly irked.
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"Go ahead." Vindsval's efforts ease the sniper's pain, but fail to remove the mark. "Thanks. Feels better now, and the mark doesn't concern me too much." A reinvigorated Masson joins the party. "Let's go." Masson and Gabriel join the party! Per the Dragonlord's instructions, the party heads behind the Albatross Inn. "So what are we here for?"
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"I know things haven't been perfect between us - not bad, but not perfect - after what happened in the Citadel. I lost your trust, deservedly so. And sitting here, where we chose to get married, watching what amounted to my life's work burn away... I wanted to make sure that I had you, at least. You're so good to me. I don't know if you know just how happy of a man you make me. I'm always trying to be half the spouse you are, but I never quite get there." Masson stands up. "You are my strength. I love you. Don't forget that. And... We have a dragon to take down, don't we? Let's head to the Albatross."
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The crystal was filled with a warm pink mist, swirling around. However, black tendrils gripped the inside of the crystal. "Karie, do you trust me again?" says the man, turning towards his wife. He looked hollow.
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Masson gently pushes away the bottle, still choosing to abstain. The former paragon places his only hand - very shaky - into Karie's, and squeezes tightly. "Three and half years. Gone. ...I don't know anymore, Karie. I... Still have you. That's what is important to me. But I just don't know anymore." Masson grips Karie's hand even tighter. Karie feels a warmth from the Empath Glass.
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"Same here. Many reasons, though. ..." Gabriel puts a hand on Jinnipher's shoulder. "I thought I was about to die ten minutes ago, and I may die in another ten minutes. So. Might as well say it. I love you." And with that, Gabriel walks off to rejoin the rest of the party. "Heading to the Albatross, yeah? Well, unless anyone plans on giving Masson a pep talk, let's not wait any longer."
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"Oh, really? That's a damn shame. I kind of like spending time with you. Regardless... The high and mighty also thought that Vorpalis would be unstoppable. He was wrong. We'll prove him wrong again."
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"Not sure if he can do much - not sure if magic can heal scars - but thanks for taking a look, Jinnipher." Gabriel puffs on his cigar. "We can't get away from each other lately, huh? Not that I'm complaining."
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The edge of the pipe had torn a gash along the upper edge of the wound, some blood dribbling out - parts of the gash were cauterized by the very same burning pipe that left the huge burn mark. Jinnipher can feel Gabriel tense up as she makes contact. It felt, for lack of a better word, raw. "...Yeah. That hurt."