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  1. Charon shrugs. "Small talk? Not really. It's not like I'm losing anything while doing this, so why would there be a price?"
  2. "No, Moon Elf, you aren't dead. And trust me, the afterlife doesn't look nearly as nice as this for most... This is how we're getting to Yukumo. This path leads anywhere and everywhere in the world, as long as you're willing to walk it. Or say they say." Charon chuckles coyly. "That, and sometimes I just enjoy sharing the view..."
  3. "This place would be Eschaton. Myself and my master's realm."
  4. "Ah, the classic case of wandering troupe of actors, or maraing band of robbers... Nevertheless, if your owl friend didn't see them doing anything bad, they probably arent an immediate thret, if they will ever be. If Vindsval is done communicating with that woman, we should head to the Last Chance."
  5. "Before we go, what did the owl say, Throlar?"
  6. It might be the opposite - Lethauros was incredibly old (They're called Ancestral for a reason), and Vorpalis is older by a decent margin. The Sundragons may have some Vorpalis in them.
  7. "Then let us press onwards." Charon turns around and begins to walk into the forest. "...That is not the path to Yukumo." "You're right. Not the conventional one, anyone. Have a little faith in the fallen archangel." The party cautiously follows Charon, and the landcsape changes around them with each step. The fog clears, and the dreary morning sky soon becoms night once more. The myriad trees dissappear, stone pillars and obelisks flanking them on either side. The white flowers that Charon stood in are soon nearly everwhere except on the path they were trodding. The desolate landscape of Moone were replaced by lush rolling hills, streams of water trickling down the way... It was mystic. It was serene. And it certainly wasn't Moone. Charon looks around his surroundings appreciatively, his cane making small pockmarks in the soil as he walked. His wings rustled in the genelte night time breeze. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Besides the stunning change in scenery, the party noticed something else about Charon now that his back was turned. There was scorch and suture marks, as if his wings had been burnt off and reattached... What would the party do?
  8. Despite my plotline revolving around them, I never put much thought into regional differences in dragons. Lethauros and Vorpalis are Dastanian... I think? I was kinda under the assumption they lived so long and travelled so much they were a jack of all trades, especially because of how different they look comapred to other dragons.
  9. I shrug. "I'm thinking heading to the Temple might be a little... Greedy of me. We don't have much time to spare, and I don't think I should jeopardize the mission just to light some candles and pray. I can do that in Eubric." I would love to do it, though...
  10. "I'm thinking "Last Chance" sounds like a good place to get our powder, or perhaps our Necromancer."
  11. "Sometimes one must look up from the book and use their own inuition. Holy text has always been a curious thing to me - or, more accurately, how it influences people."
  12. "I suppose I am male." Charon shrugs. His presence was more implied than actually seeming true - he looked like a hazy, three dimensional shadow. "The Dodekube, eh? You're still using that?"
  13. "I must confess I am an archangel of the fallen variety. I serve no god, but I parted with my former deity on peaceful terms. Why? I may not serve a god, but I do work alongside a... higher power, of sorts. And he doens't want your journey to end here."
  14. "Lying about your name to an archangel is a very bad idea, my Munchkin friend. As for price, virtually nonexistent. Your time, perhaps, and not even much. Time won't even pass at all if you decide to head to Yukumo, save a couple of seconds..."
  15. "I'd like to help guide you to safety. How's a straight ride to Yukumo sound, without any risk of Vorpalis interfering?"
  16. "Today I am your friend. Our next encounter, I cannot guarantee. The name's Charon."
  17. Skrall, for example... But at least they don't fully break the game progression, dammit! And besides, in 13 quests, i think only 1 OP drop is okay.
  18. Just a bitter QM speaking, but the Medal of Glory is the worst item in the game.
  19. QM Note: Schedule depending, there may be a 12-24 hour gap in my updates (or nothing at all, depending how it works out) so I'll move this along and choose who wants to use a smokebomb. Sandman recieves the smoke bomb and works his magic, opening up his gun and some tranquilizer bullets to modify the smokebomb. He works carefully, making sure not to gas the entire party, assembling a makeshift sleep gas bomb. "Okay. Let's go..." The party hastily exits the Cathedral, making way for the forest only a short ways behind it. Before they can make it, as Sandman predicted, Vorpalis bursts out from the hole he made in the Cathedral ceiling and lands behind the heroes. He unfurls his wings, revealing his impressive wingspan and imposing height. "So I finally get a good look at the whole group... I see we have a hunter in our midst. My brother's title wasn't the Ancestral Hunter for no reason; he was damn good at it. I'm sure you and him would get along just-" Sandman runs forward and throws the makeshift sleep bomb. Vorpalis goes back for a sceond, instantly feeling a heaviness in his muscles as smoke clouds his visions. He does not simply halt his advance, however. He lunges forward, swining his claw down at the person closest; Sandman. The dragon's claws fail to lodge in his chest, and he ends up tearing three claw marks into the ground instead. Instead of being angry, Vorpalis just laughs jovially. "Oh ho ho! Clever... Very clever! Time for the classic game, the struggle between rebels and tyrant..." The party flees as Vorpalis begins to pursue, his reactions dulled by the haze of sleep the bomb caused. The party knows it would soon run off, however, and run towards the fringe of the forest to hide. Skulking through a myriad of trees, they find an odd stranger lingering in the woods. "Looks like you're in a spot of trouble."
  20. "One of you must have one, right?"
  21. Pro-tip: Don't.
  22. You're not even close to the requirements for a second PC, though, are you?
  23. Sandman speaks in a whisper. "We should have a smoke bomb at the ready before we even run. He's going to catch us out the door no matter what, I presume. I've seen him fly, he's quick. But... If I can mix some of the tranquilizer from Somnomblast with a smoke bomb, it may be enough to slow him down. A creature that huge definitely won't fall asleep. I hardly have enough to tranquilize a horse, let alone a dragon. But it could still slow him down. Shall we try it?"
  24. "...I understand that. But eventually he's going to burst through this wall and stop waiting. Did he match the profile Faust gave of him?" "Fair enough, but we can't go too deep into the forest. We'd have to stay near the fringe of it. Further in is where the villages are - and if we lead him there, same story. Just a lot more forest fire."
  25. "Marlow was someone we were supposed to save. One of King Faust's advisors. What happened? I would say just gun it to Yukumo."
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