JimBee

"That did not work out as planned... But it does not matter! Atramor, again!" Hybros swoops in the face of Marilith yet again, this time with just Iustitia. He then spins down to the ground as he draws Zoot's Reaper and swings it at Semyaza. He then devours a Health Core in the back row. If not remedied beforehand, Hybros eats the Health Core before attacking.

"Ehehm, you should let me go before Atramor..."

I suppose it might be worth asking... How many people are legitimately interested in hosting and playing in quests after Sandy steps down as game manager? Heroica will no doubt be different, but I'm thinking if there's enough interest we can at least wrap up the main story (assuming it isn't completely finished by the end of 148). As far as the general manager stuff that he does like approving quest pitches and loot, we could take a panel approach with all the players and/or maybe a "council" of select people who have been around for a while and know the game well. Those people could also be given mod powers for this sub-forum to update important topics and such. As far as the story goes, I guess that's mainly Sandy's creative "property" but would it be appropriate if we all somehow tried to finish it? What do you think, Sandy? I'm not even really sure if it's necessary/wanted to wrap up the story or if it would just be better to let quests be hosted as they come and let Heroica either continue on that path or let it fizzle out. But we're all playing this game so it's worth talking about how we want to handle it from here on out.

Hybros swoops in again, this time with Zoot's Reaper and Iustitia at Marilith in the back row, twice.

Hybros grimaces. "This is it, then. Marilith, I killed your brother when he threatened us, and I will do the same to you. Prepare to return to Azazot where you belong!" He uses a Health Core on Atramor before flying up to Marilith's face to stare into his enormous eyes. He hoevered there for a moment, realizing that he had nearly mastered his wings. He held Iustitia in a forward grip and the Hollow Dagger backwards, and swooped towards the archdemon. He made sure to have some distance to the sides and back so he could quickly evade.

Hybros nods his thanks to Namyrra and equips the Phoenix Emblem in place of the Medal of Glory. He also hands the Reaver Axe to Catnip. OOC: I'm assuming the Emblem will act in addition to the Incense. Also we would obviously like the NPCs to equip the artifacts.

It seems like the most awesome finale to the quest we could ask for. Of course we're not going to pass it up! I sincerely hope the story arc itself will be wrapped up at some point in the future, however long that may be. By the way, does the Scholar's Codex deal damage to allies if the Scholar is using positive scrolls? I don't think it was revealed in-quest that Gaunt was the Garuda. Spoiler alert? Also, I don't think a single hero has held as much gold at one time as Hybros has now. Just 50 gold short of the 10K mark - too bad he didn't have a bit more just so we could see it in the stats. And don't worry, only a small part of it belongs to him.

Hybros holds his weapons steady and furls his brow at the new challengers. "So this is the witch I have heard so much about. For the sake of all you have caused pain and misery to, we will fight you tonight, Baba!" Hybros breathes in the blue smoke from Atramor's Incense and adds in his own mixtures by throwing a Bravado Brew and Smile of the Gods to the floor. He also drinks the Nostrum from his Hollow Dagger, replacing it with Purging Water, and chases it down with Mulled Wine. He hands his Gauntlets of Recklessness and Dastan Armor to Catnip and offers her a Mulled Wine as well. "May these serve you well. I will of course need them back, heheh." He also shoves 9,900 gold into Althior's arms.

Jinnipher strode into the training room with her usual sense of pride. Actually, it was less controlled than usual and appeared a bit like a stumble. The Moon Elf had clearly had a few. The Copper Fox was readjusting some training dummies and turned to greet her. "Aha, Jinnipher Buchaire. I had a feeling you would return some day. Have you come to try your hand at Mystic Knight? Or perhaps Paladin? Surely you have plenty of magical potential. The wizard priests of Mercution were no joke." "Enough of the pleasantries, Fox. I've had it with you veterans and your games. Were you hiding in here when the city was being torn to shreds by the old lizard's storm? Even Cain can't be bothered to hire competent heroes for such a job." "Now listen, that is not exactly the role of the-" Before he could finish Jinnipher was already charging with her Brine Blade. She was fast but the Copper Fox was faster. She took a stab which he easily dodged. He quickly followed up by grabbing her sword wrist and twisting it behind her back. The blade fell to the floor with a clang and Jinnipher was disarmed. "It may help you if you put your anger to better use, especially since it seems diplomacy is not your strong suit. Black Knights can be very intimidating you know." Jinnipher grunted. "Shut up." She twisted back around with all her strength and bashed her shield into the Fox's face. He stumbled back a step and wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand. "Well you clearly don't have the finesse of a Warden. But you are quick and strong with both shield and sword. Perhaps..." The Copper Fox somersaulted and swept his leg under the elf, the move catching her by surprise and forcing her to land on her back. The Fox pounced, but she held her shield strong and threw him off. He landed on his feet lightly. "Berserker it is then. Let's see what I can teach you." Jinnipher rose to her feet, winded from the encounter already. "I came here to find out. Let's see if you've still got it, old man." The pair dueled for some time until the alcohol finally took its toll on the elf and she collapsed from exhaustion. A few more days of training (and a wardrobe change) earned her the job class of Berserker. Jinnipher Buchaire (JimBee) 77-year-old female Moon Elven Berseker Level 15 Power Bonus: 0 (+5 in front row, -5 in back row) Health: 34/34 (10+14+10) Defense: 6 (-5 in front row, +5 in back row) Gold: 360 Equipment: Brine Blade (WP:5, deals Poison 5 and Bleeding 3; greatsword), Natural Shield (SP:6, bearer deals half damage to and takes half damage from Beasts, Plants, and Vermin; shield), Black and Blue Hair Dye (females gain 1/2 chance of enamoring enemies on successful hits, males 1/2 chance of confusion; accessory), Helmet of the Tactician (SP:-5, Power +5 when fighting in the front row; SP:5, Power -5 when fighting the back row; cannot be upgraded; headwear)

Jinnipher continued to take swigs from her flask as Na'im spoke. At the end she let out a yawn. "Well isn't that just typical. The red brotherhood or whatever sounds like a bunch of big fanatics. I can't say you're better off here in Heroica, but at least no one's trying to kill you. Well, not currently at least." She frowned slightly at some memory returning to her, but it lasted for only a second before she turned her flask to drip the last of whatever crystal-colored liquid it held into her mouth. She rose from her chair, a little off-balance, and nodded to the Fenarian. "I'm off to do something more interesting. See you around." She turned to go but then called back, "The name's Jinnipher, in case you cared." Without waiting for a response she swaggered downstairs towards the training room.

"Well we might as well try to make some gold off of them before they are doomed, heheh..." Hybros swings the Sword of Ancestral Hatred and Zoot's Reaper at Marchosias in the front row. If defeated he switches targets to Forneus.

Jinnipher pantomimed looking around. "We're still here," she said with a shrug. "Really he was no match for me. An ancient old thing who was way out of his depth. I'll never be like that when I grow old." "Uh, thanks." Jinnipher shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "Hitting things harder would be nice. I had a lot of faith in this sword but I'll need something more powerful sooner or later. It'd be effective if I could come up with my own poison but witchery and healing aren't really my thing, unlike you it seems. So what order did you get kicked out of?" She let out a yawn.

"Ehem, perhaps there is a better alternative, Althior. Most of these demons are helpless until they fall from the Soul Cage. Catnip, Sallos is all yours." OOC: Check your PMs.

"Ehem... that is not what I was expecting the archangel to look like, but it certainly helped, heheh..." Hybros uses Minimizing Dust on Seere and attacks Barbatos and Beleth with the Sword of Ancestral Hatred and Zoot's Reaper, respectively, from the front row.

"That's the idea. And some lizard I just ended wanted to wipe that all away." She shook her head with a grin. "There's profit in all this chaos. Not that it can really go on much longer but I'll take what I can get. Maybe I'll stick around long enough to see the city tear itself apart. Or pull itself back together." "I've met a Star Elf or two in my day. We elves are a stubborn bunch, although that crowd could certainly be less snotty about it." Jinnipher peered at the quest board. "Seems simple enough. I like simple, especially after the quest I just came back from. I'm going to make a visit to the old Copper Fox first, see if that old man still has any good moves." She signed up for Quest #154 and raised an eyebrow at the Fenarian. "I take it you're some sort of spellcaster? Most elves these days are, if you consider yourself to be one."

Jinnipher wondered how she was forgotten on the sign up sheet for the Fields of Glory, but shrugged and took another swig from her flask. "As okay as anyone can be after something like that. Who's to say someone else won't come along and try the same thing? I can't always be there to protect them." "Fine then." She swiped up the gold and Myyrh again. "Certainly not the company. I've been hearing that Eubric's been going through some changes. I came to see them for myself. It looks like the city is barely being held together, with Heroica in the middle of everyone's business. It's the perfect place to set up shop for someone like me." Jinnipher snorted at the mention of Star Elves. "A bunch of stuck up pansies who think they're too good for anyone else. You'd be better off finding a new place to live than argue with them, if you ask me."

Hybros stays in the front row and attacks Astaroth with Iustitia and Naberius' left head with Zoot's Reaper. He nods to Atramor and prepares to use a Health Core on him.

Jinnipher raised an eyebrow and hefted the lance. It was indeed a powerful weapon - not really her style, but it certainly would be useful if she wanted to keep a larger distance between her and her foes. "I don't need charity you know. Here." She slid over the the Myyrh and dropped a bag of 150 gold on the table. "And if the giant gives you a better price, take it." "I am a moon elf, one of the few left in this world. What's there to know? I was in Heroica some time back before everything went to shit and now I'm back. Not much has improved and I'm probably the organization's best chance at saving face. Even the veterans are incompetent, taking in children or worse, someone who would rather jeopardize quests for their personal gain." She tossed her hair and rolled her eyes. "You must be one of those Fenarians. Once elves but since banished to the underground for dark magic or something like that?" "That's the long and short of it. If what's left of my people don't figure out what's good for them they won't be around much longer. Especially since the whole world knows some lizard with bad breath waltzed his way into Moone and killed half the population."

Jinnipher's pointy ears perked up as she listened to conversation. "I have nothing of what you seek, unless you want..." she dug around in her bag and placed the Vorpalis Conquerors on the table, along with a bottle of Myyrh, which she had no idea she owned, "these. I also have gold. But it seems the giant is armed to the teeth with blades and can make deals from thin air."

OOC: I meant that since they were won in a lottery they're not really for someone in particular, but oh well. Hybros receives a blank Letter of Recommendation on the way to the castle. Fighting demons was pretty much the only thing on his mind, but he gave the note a bit of thought and decided to fill it out to get reputation with the Wolfgang. "It is time to finally find out about this organization I have been hearing so much about, heheh..."

Jinnipher frowned at the man's nonchalant attitude. "Yeah, we'll see about that scruffy. I'll see you before you see me." She swayed her hips as she walked away. She takes another swig from her flask. "Well thanks, kid." She passed it to Terry again. "Reading from books was boring, I call tell you that much. My parents always wanted me to be a scholar or leader of some sort, even to work under King Faust some day." She snorted. "Imagine that, me in politics. Even when our numbers are so few the Moon Elves can't seem to figure out that they need to pick up a sword and swing it before any real change is going to happen." The elf raised her eyebrow at the notice, but saw Vindsval lumber over right away. She frowned and turned her head.

Hybros grimaces at the horde of demons, but addresses the red one. "Master? I thought you demons would be more threatening than some obedient slaves. My people spent far too long among you." He tosses a Fog Bomb before swinging the Sword of Ancestral Hatred and Iustitia at Astaroth the Torturer in the front row. "Catnip, why do you not Furcas? I think it would be our safest choice."

Jinnipher announces to the general crowd, "I could use some action. I hear you can find some good items in the Fields of Glory. Plus, you could probably use someone who's actually good at fighting. Consider me interested." Jinnipher signs up for the Fields of Glory before turning back to Terry and taking her flask back. "Satisfied that you're here instead of working on the farm?"

"I am ready. Do we have a plan or are we just walking in the front doors?"

Thanks, Sandy. Can Letters of Rec from the lottery be traded? Since they're not from a particular person I figured they shouldn't be soulbound, but...