Endgame

Roni sounds like a male name if you pronounce it Raw-knee (delicious!) but it sounds like a female one if you see it Rone-Eee. Though, I'm a bit baffled: what relation does Caroline have to Arthur? maybe I'm just daft...

I don't think I'm supposed to get the full benefits of that second mug - feel free to prove me wrong, though! Sir Ace falls to the turf, defeated. I pat my horse on the head and unmount. As the crowd goes wild, I take a few theatrical bows. "Flawless victory!"

Man, Shelob gets around. First she jumped from LOTR to Heroica, then travelled all the way across Uland, from Luosh to Eubric.

Really? Well, I've never owned a lego horse, so...

Ah, okay. A tip on the Joust photos: cut out more of the bottom so less of the horse we are riding on is visible. Right now we practically see it's rump, so... Maybe I'm holding onto it's tail and it's dragging me along or something?

Wasn't there a third guy? I'm glad it is just a 1v1, though it takes the strategy out of the battle.

"I'll put a swift end to this! Ace, front row... despite that I'm on a horse.

What I'm saying is it'd only make him mildy irritated, not angry. Besides, anger can have the opposite effect.

"Repetition is the lowest form of retortion, they say." And with that, I head back to the conversation I was previously in, ignoring the idiotic "sarge".

"That is the most miserable excuse for an attempted pysch-out I've ever heard."

Faith or revenge, faith or revege...

"Pass, my friend. I have some personal business to resolve after this."

This man reminds me of Eryn... before he went absolutely insane. "Ha, I wear it for the durability, not for the good looks. I was hoping the modifications I made would set me apart a bit."

Aren't you currenty in a schism with vampires and barbarians?

Erm. "Three honorable and joust hereos?"

"This is a competition, not a fight to the death, you drunken moron!" I hiss. I turn to the Jousters he was addressing. "Excuse my acquitance, he gets drunk very easily."

My new outfit or the sadistic ghost?

Due to the fact everyone else is doing it, and the fact i'm now donning some Croise Armor... Sorrow 2, yaayy! With the sadistic nonexistent Syntax chuckling to my left.

Truth be told, I really didn't get too much sleep the previous night. Various nocturnal hours were spent running errands. Wanting to differentiant myself the Croise Guards and pay my debts to Helvetia, I refashioned my attire. I'll have an avatar version up soon, promise. Can the Croise Armor be renamed to Helvetia's Armor?

You can thank me for the inevitable giant spider battle!

I would have Punii say "hi", but that is borderline posting in the Hall when you're on a quest. EDIT: Sandy, did you modify Bluto's page to get Skuld's? Look at the Damage section...

"Nagure should hold his own. Mcency? Urgh." I mutter to myself. Approaching the Knightmart after reading the incredibly hard-to-read sign, I eye the Mead. Was it worth it? Was it not? Was my first heart attack just a coincedence? "Baby. You've survived, what, 3? Plus me going absolutely insane? 4th one can't hurt, maybe you'll break a record or something." With those eloquent words of wisdom from my double, I buy and chug a mead, taking small sips to prevent the normal drunkeness that comes with the bolstering brew. I dispose of my cup and go greet my competition. "It appears we'll be crossing lances. Name's Sorrow."

"Let's go to the joust."

It also needs to have 32x more health then normal.

Well, maybe the Splinter was like ennoc's fingernail or something? I really can't think of anything a Paragon would fight that we haven't already, except maybe Ulric.